Writing Assignment “Dispelling Myths”

In the 2nd week of my writing class we discussed “openings” and what goes into a good opening.  We also discussed different genres of writing and were tasked with stepping out of our comfort zones.  
We were given a choice of potential opening lines to incorporate into our piece of writing that we were given only 20 minutes to complete before sharing.  The line I chose was “cast a shadow over the lake” and I picked supernatural as my genre.  Though as you can see it has potential for a teenage supernatural romance, so not completely out of my comfort zone!
 
The full moon was so bright, that Viktor cast a shadow over the lake. 
“Wait a second” I gasped, “you’re casting a shadow?  I thought Vampires couldn’t?”
“I see you’ll believe anything people tell you, Eliana?” he smirked, his vampire teeth poking out over his bottom lips.  “I guess I should be looking for those grotesque warts on your face?”
He had a point. People are always assuming the worst things about me because I’m a witch.  Just so you know, I can’t cast curses. I don’t have a wand.  I hate brooms.  I don’t even have a black cat.  Oh and I didn’t go to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I do cast spells, but with a flick of my wrist, no wand required.  Us witches live in covens but go to normal schools, just like other supernaturals.  Like Viktor and the vampires.
We’re out socializing with the normals.  At a “bush party” as they say.  There’s a bonfire and a keg.  Though we’re here to look like we “fit in”.  We don’t actually talk much to them all, it’s this kind of rule we have.  No standing out too much but also don’t get too close to them.
No one knows we’re not like them and we’re to keep it like that, so we’re just involved enough not to raise suspicions.
“Very funny,” I bite back at him, “what did you want anyways?”
“I was bored,” he said haughtily, “entertain me with your antics”
“My antics” I hissed, my blood boiling.  There’s just something about Viktor that gets me riled up everytime “what about you, Mr. I’m so handsome and sophisticated but still such a spoiled brat.  Why I can’t…”
“You think I’m handsome?” he interrupts that damn smirk getting ever smirkier. Is that even a word? Argh he gets me so riled up that my vocabulary goes out the window.
“Just kidding, Eliana,” he says to calm me down.  It doesn’t work, the way he says my name gives me goosebumps.  “I thought maybe we could talk about Mrs Ander’s assignment, we’ll need to come up with a plan on how we’re going to tackle it”
“Oh don’t remind me” I sigh, Mrs Ander’s partnered the two of us up on this stupid writing assignment for our Journalism course, one where we spend 2 weeks shadowing and interviewing as if we were writing a profile on the other person. I’m so annoyed that I got partnered with him, but I guess it could’ve been worse.  It would’ve been really interesting if I got paired up with a normal.
“Hey at least we aren’t Jakob, he got partnered with Jessica, a vampire and a cheerleader, he’s going to have to hide the coffins” he said to me with a wink.
No coffins, another myth I guess.