Episode 2

*Blair's Point of View*

“Shut the hell up, you, fucking clock!” I shouted as the alarm clock turned into pieces as I threw it to the wall.

Monday, and I really hate this day. But no matter how I hate it, it still came.

“What was it, Blair?” Marge yells as she hurried to my room and came in. I just buried my face in my pillow.

“Okay, you just broke your clock.” She said, and I'm sure that her hands are on her waist even if I'm not looking at her.

“Yeah, that thing is so noisy,” I replied sleepily.

“Get off from your bed now, young lady, or I have to pull you out of it myself.” Argh, here she goes again.

“Can I just not go to school Marge? I still want to sleep, you know.” I know she wouldn't listen to me.

I opened my left eye and I saw her raising an eyebrow.

“Please?” Alright, I need to beg her with my best puppy dog face.

“No! Get up now and take a shower, you stink. Food is ready downstairs.” She said and turned to leave my room. Ugh.

“And don't even think of sleeping in the bathroom.” She added and went out of my room.

“Argh, fine.” I got up and do the morning rituals.

Marge is not my mother, I think she's my mom's best friend or just somebody who took good care of me since I was born. Well, I don't know who my mother is. I never saw her face and I don't know what she is. Marge told me that she died upon giving birth to me. And my father? Well, I don't know either.

I have been bullied when I was young because of my family. They said that I was a killer. A mother killer. Shit, was it my fault that she did not know how to give birth and she died?

I did kill people, a lot, way back in Transylvania. But they are just the crazy vampires and werewolves who want to kill humans to suck their blood and ease their thirst. I never killed a human for blood. Marge provided me blood bags from hospitals. But now, I don't have to drink blood every day since Marge gave me this necklace. She said that it was from my mom, and she told her to give it to me when I turn eight.

Well, I'm a human now. And that's because of this necklace always hanging on my neck. It has a small crystal-like rock on it and I guess it has a magic spell to make me human. I am paler when I'm a vampire and I got red eyes, and brown hair. And I got green eyes and still brown hair when I'm human. I stand about 5'8” in height and have a normal body.

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I walked down the stairs with my backpack in my right hand. And I sat down on my chair while staring at my food.

“Marge, do I really need to eat this thing?” I asked her as she sipped her coffee.

“Yes, honey, it is what they call bacon and eggs.” She answered, and then stood up to wash her mug and plate at the sink as she finished her breakfast.

“Why do people eat this kind of shit?” I asked her in disbelief.

"Watch your language, Blair.” Yeah, we got a deal that if we're already here in the USA, I shouldn't curse or anything. But I can't help it.

“Sorry,” I apologized and nudged the bacon with a fork.

“It's because it is what they are used to eat. Finish off your breakfast, and we are going to leave before we get late to school.” She said as she looked at her wristwatch. Both of us need to go to school because I'm in my senior year now.

I moved here from Transylvania two weeks ago, and Marge is a teacher at the school I was enrolled in. Well, she's the one who enrolled me in that one hell of a place.

She left me at Transylvania or should I say I made her leave me there when I was 14, and now that I am 17, she decided to get me there and I have to live with her here. It is also because she wants me to experience life, human life. And I just hope that I will enjoy this.

"Um, Marge can I just eat an apple instead,” I asked her.

I just don't like this kind of food. Call me vegetarian but I would never eat their food. I'd prefer cereals and vegetables and others that aren't meat, it tastes just like cardboard to me.

“Okay, I understand you, Blair. You should have bought me that vegan recipe book." Marge said looking at me sympathetically. Oh yeah, I remember now. I wasn't able to buy that because of that blonde gorgeous bitch who owned that place.

"Yey, thanks. Maybe next time, Marge." I said happily and head to the fridge.

After devouring my apple, Marge already took her keys and she said, "Let's go. Get your---“ and I cut her off.

“Marge, I can drive myself to school,” I said to her and her face frowned.

“But-” I cut her off again.

“I got my bike. And I already promised that I'm not going to hit the speed limit again. Okay?” I told her and picked up my bag and ready to leave.

“Okay, just text me if there's any problem, or go to the faculty office.” She said and head to the door.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied.

“Your schedule is in your notebook. And, you got your books at your locker.” She added. Alright, I got a mom, a sister, a best friend, a nanny, and a teacher in the house. I am just so lucky.

I grab my keys from my jeans' pocket and head to the door. Marge is still in the garage, so I waited until she got out.

“Good luck on your first day of school, Blair. Don't do something bad okay?” She yelled and then drive to school.

“Well, I got one word to describe school. Boring,” I muttered and put on my helmet, then followed Marge to school.

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