I brought my school spirit and a cricket bat. The principal grabbed my arm but I whacked him and dived under his desk until the bell rang.
Still not EMO, despite listening to principal discuss philosophy for the entire lunch hour. Thank you, cricket bat, thank you.
This is the point in the story that I realised my vampires were more than slightly zombie-like (this, and the infamous “kill them all” line). Consciously or otherwise, “Shaun of the Dead” will always be in my mind.