My friend wrote a story and needs reviews. It's about vampires and it's intersting :D Btw, its not like Twilight so don't click back because u heard the word "vampires" xD sorry if I offened any Twilight fan. Anyway, its her first story so please be easy on her :) Here's the first chapter :D Plz rate 1-10 (1= horrible and 10= awesome) and review ofcourse ^^ Also, if u have any good titles for this story plz share it :) Chapter One CHANGE “We’re here Miss,†the taxi driver announced as the taxi screeched to a halt. I really didn’t want to leave the warm interior of the car but I handed over the tip and thanked the driver. Georgina my sister pulled the collars of her leather jacket closer and got out. I followed and strolled over to the boot of the car. I heard the ‘thump,’ as the taxi driver opened the boot. “It’s nice and warm in there ain’t it Sir? Wouldn’t mind giving us a hand?†Georgina muttered as she raised the boot and grabbed the suitcases. As we unloaded the suitcases and set them on the footpath, we slammed down the boot and the taxi screeched off. Georgina and I stood there taking in our surroundings. This was our new neighbourhood and directly in front of us was our new home. “Ready?†Georgina asked me. I nodded but didn’t speak. We dragged our suitcases to the gate. Georgina kicked it with her boot and it swung open. We trailed to the front door and knocked. The front of the house was neat and tidy; roses were neatly trimmed and planted in front of the windows. The curtains were shut; I assume noone would want any rain streaming through them anyway. The weather was what ruined this whole ‘homely reunion,’ the clouds were grey and not a sign of sky blue showed. It didn’t look like it was about to ease up soon. Georgina knocked again just as lighting flashed and thunder followed. I jumped under the shade and Georgina rolled her eyes. “Audrina, puh-lease. It’s just thunder.†I knocked on the front door hardly this time. It opened and my dad’s kind, friendly face peeped out. “Hi Dad,†Georgina chirruped and she smiled as she dragged her suitcases, swung the door open wide and walked in. So typical Georgina. So straight and forward. “Hello Dad, nice to see you again-†I stepped in and stopped mid sentence. Dad didn’t look like the dad he was the last four years I’d seen him. He looked…younger and weirdly good looking for a guy in his forties. I stared at him, (very rude I know,) open mouthed and gawking. Georgina I could see was gawking too and blinking profusely. “Dad,†I said finding my voice. “You look…different.†Georgina nodded her head and cleared her throat. “Very different.†She agreed. Dad smiled but stuttered a bit. I could sense he was nervous. I bet he should be, what father looks more beautiful than his teenage daughter? He had not a wrinkle in his face. “Then my anti-age creams are working.†A voice said from the hallway door leading to the supposedly kitchen. My stepmother Deidre had her arms crossed in front of her chest in a friendly way. She-like my father was beautiful. She had silky brown blonde hair that was curled and accentuated her face features. She had crinkly hazel eyes; I gazed into them steadily looking for any sort of malice in them. No, not a sign. “A-anti-creams?†Georgina stuttered. Dad smiled stiffly (from my point of view) and distracted himself with the carrying of our suitcases. “Welcome ladies.†Deidre smiled warmly as she took an overnight bag from my arms and walked through the hallway door. Georgina nervously followed dragging her suitcase and trying not to rattle on the hallway tiles. I followed, carrying my case and entered the dining room. “Sorry girls, we were just loading up on the groceries.†Deidre smiled an apologetic smile. The dining table was packed with grocery bags and juice bottles. The kitchen bench had several coke bottles and other beverages. It was as if they’d bought the whole supermarket. “It looks like you haven’t been using the kitchen before,†Georgina said, her voice a bit muffled. I glanced her way and saw her head in the fridge. “Georgina,†I hissed. She was just so rude and interfering. “Uh, well the fridge is new.†Deidre smiled nervously as she packed away the food packages. Georgina shut the fridge door and looked around. I imitated her. Shockingly the kitchen appliances looked very brand new. It was as if they had bought them yesterday. The fridge door was gleaming and reflecting Georgina through it. The microwave was demanding its own audience. “So,†my father returned from upstairs. “How you liking LeecheTown so far?†he asked as he headed over to Deidre to help her unload. Georgina scoffed. “So is this what this town’s called? I saw the sign, thought it was some joke.†Georgina scoffed yet again as she pulled down a dining chair and sat down. I gave her a look and started unloading the groceries out of the plastic bags myself. “No actually, I’m afraid our town is LeecheTown,†Dad chuckled and Diedre smiled. “You