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added a very dream like quality to the place.
    Deep green sports fields extended themselves behind and around the building. The vast green grass was always perfect looking and impeccably kept. Even after a hockey or rugby match! Student life was quite sports inclined being those two I just mentioned the schools favourites.
    Just as you might imagine, most students there looked just as if they had escaped from “Vogue” magazine; they were fashionable, sleek, slender and extremely sexy. Everyone dressed completely à la mode , making sure that their school uniform looked completely tailor-made. Either the school-shop made blazers as good as Armani’s or I believe they got them from an impeccable designer elsewhere.
    Sculpted bodies and perfect hair were almost mandatory. Can you just imagine the amount of free time everyone spent at the gym, spa and hairdresser?! When I just got there I felt completely underdressed and dishevelled. We all wore the same uniform but I was not even halfway polished. Thank God I made new friends very quick despite that. I might have started off with a somewhat unkempt aura but in matter of a few weeks I was already trained to fix my make-up and polish my nails during break-time. My almost barbaric sense of fashion became much more refined day after day.
    I learnt the tricks of how to keep my skin perfect and make my hair look glossier amongst tons of other beauty secrets for my daily regime. Olive oil became something I used not only for my salad, and sugar became used for other things than desserts. Cardio became as important as brushing my teeth and a good manicure was as mandatory as combing my hair. Those habits once acquired tend to stick; I must admit that all this personal care was sometimes exhausting but my looks improved 100% and this fashion mania somewhat managed to continue in my routine for the following years.
    Perhaps the first two years there, I was just a regular student, with nothing different from the rest (if you are wondering: no, I was not exactly like I’m now, I was not an adult vampire—and had no idea I was someday to become one). But sometime maybe while I was there or maybe later things started to change ever so slightly, building up slowly like a boiling cauldron. Then finally the unstoppable chain of events that continued until I became what I am now where triggered sometime during the summer of my 17 th birthday.
    My foster-parents were going to leave for Austria after that summer, so they were travelling constantly with their preparations for their move. As I mentioned before, I had convinced them to let me stay my senior year so I could finish high school with my friends. They didn’t care much about what I did, so besides the mandatory complaints they were supposed to have, they didn’t make much of a fuss. I believe they were even glad that I wanted to stay, deep down, they wanted to be alone again.
    Thomas decided to spend the last summer “as a family”, I’m sure he believed that it would make us look like a family, just like his social environment expected it to be. Of course neither he nor Greta planned on staying much with me. My freedom was in absolutely no peril.
    That summer as well as the previous ones we went on vacation to “Punta del Este” in Uruguay, a neighbouring country, just like most of my classmates. My foster family rented a fabulous house just in front of the beach. It had beautiful reddish-brown brick walls and high red-tiled ceilings. The windows were enormous, it seamed the sun filtered every ray of summer through those glass-panes and warmed every corner of the place.
    The garden was an extensive masterpiece with its golf-court like lawns and man-made perfect smooth hills extended all around the astonishing estate. At the back more artificial hills surrounded a beauty of a pool. Blue lilies edged the kidney shaped pool and seemed to mimic the movement of the water produced by the artificial waterfall that crowned it.
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