Episode 6

*Blair’s Point of View*

Whew! I arrived in the classroom one minute early before the time.

I went straight to my seat at the back. It's a good thing that you only have one classroom for all of your subjects excluding P.E because it should be at the gym, and also lab works.

And as I sat on my chair, I glanced at the seat beside me. I can't help myself to smile as I remembered what happened during lunch break. I did have so much fun.

The bell finally rang and Marge came in. Almost all of the students are here already but their queen seemed to be late. I'm so excited to see what will happen next. I just can't help but smile like an idiot.

Moments passed by, and Marge introduced herself. “Okay, good afternoon students. I'm Margarette Kendall and I will be your Chemistry teacher for the whole school year. Some might know me already since most of you are my students last school year.” She paused and suddenly, there's a knock on the door.

“Yes, come in,” Marge called, and there in the door stood the very gorgeous bitch.

She looked at me sharply and then turned her gaze to the teacher.

“Sorry, Ms. Kendall, for being late.” She apologized and I bowed my head down since I am afraid of bursting out of laughter at any time. She's late on the first day of class. Pfft.

Marge stared at her like saying 'and what is the consequence of being late?'.

She took a deep breath and spoke, “Yeah, the consequence.”

“Mhmm, and why are you late, Ms. Winsley?” Marge stated and patiently waiting for her to answer.

“I went to the library to ask Mrs. Hart some things about the books that have arrived this morning. And as I make my way here, I passed by the Secretary's office to sign so.e documents.” She said and Marge just nodded her head.

I fake-coughed to remind her that she forgot to tell some details about why she was late. She seemed to get what I mean, and she glared at me. I just smiled my best and sweetest smile to her.

“So, you're doing the consequence?” The teacher asked and she seemed too nervous now and then said, “Yes, because I'm a student too, and to be fair to everybody.” I could see that she's so anxious and she glancing keeps on at me like saying 'I will kill you later'.

“Pfft.” I hold my laughter and Marge cleared her throat.

Then I decided to raise my left hand. Note: the owner of this academy is still at the front deciding if she will sing or not. She's so fudging adorable.

“Yes, Blair,” Marge called and I stood up to excuse myself.

I walk to the front and straight to where the glorious queen is standing. I can see that she seemed confused about what I'm going to do. She is just so cute when she does that confused face of hers.

Instead of walking straight to her and bumping on her, I stopped as our bodies almost touching. And I leaned to her ear and whispered, “Maybe you can sing me a song next time, babe.”

Then I continue to walk my way outside the classroom. She might have felt intimidated.

I let out a sigh and went straight to the ladies' restroom.

I looked at my reflection and thought to myself, 'why can't I stop smiling whenever I think of her and when she's near me?'. And how am I gonna tell her that the Clarkson Park thing was just a joke and just to scare her? Well, maybe I could figure that out later.

It's been three minutes since I left the classroom and I decided to get back in.

Everybody stared at me and I looked at Marge and said, “Did I miss the biggest show?” I asked everybody and I could see that my seatmate is looking down her table.

“Sit down, Blair, if you don't want me to make you sing here in front,” Marge said to me while motioning her hands at the back of the room.

“Well, maybe next time, Ms. Kendall.” And as usual, I smile my biggest smile then went straight to my seat beside the blushing girl.

Why is she blushing? Maybe she got the worst voice ever that she got embarrassed. And maybe it's a big thing for her.

I then just listened to Marge as she went on her discussion. She will definitely ask me later if what have I learned for today. This is one of the disadvantages if you are living with a teacher in the house.

The whole afternoon's passing by slowly. I looked at the girl beside me, and she isn't taking down notes. She is just listening to the teacher's discussion intently. While me on the other hand, scribbling something nobody could understand even me just to keep me distracted. I'm too tired to listen.

And finally, the last period came and I am currently making a tally of every minute that is to pass. I could feel that my seatmate is shaking her head as she looks at my work on my notebook. Why listen to the teacher and take notes or whatever when my brain and hands don't want to? I can't do anything about it if my ears don't want to listen.

And as the minutes slowly passed by, the bell finally rang and telling everybody that it is time to go home, except for those who want to go to the tryouts of different sports and clubs. But for me? I will be going straight to my locker, grab my helmet, and went to the parking lot.

Well, this is one hell of a day. I had so much fun and wait... Ah shit, I forgot to tell her that the park wasn't a serious thing. But I still decided to drive home. She has said it herself that she won't be going to a place like that.

I have arrived thirty minutes after five, and Marge will be home maybe after six because they will have a meeting with the other science teachers.

I went to the fridge and decided if what I am going to eat for I am so freaking hungry.

My eyes locked to the small compartment of the fridge where my blood bags are placed. It's been a week since the last time I drank blood, so, I took one bag and went to the couch to watch TV while I will drink my favorite beverage, type AB blood.

I silently wished to be a vampire and my fangs protracted. I have two fangs up and two down, so, I got a total of four. Some say that a vampire with four fangs is very rare, but I don't care.

I just can't stop wondering if why my mom died and where's my father? Is he a vampire? And what is this necklace?

I do believe that witches are real though, but I never really seen one. Maybe someday I will know something about them, and I could find my dad.

I went to my room and changed my clothes. I put on some red T-shirt, blue hoodie jacket, short shorts, and some sneakers. Wait, why am I wearing clothes like this? Where am I going anyway?

Then, I remembered that I'm going to stroll in the Clarkson park. Wow, my body decides what I'm going to do before my mind could think about it. Isn't it cool?

I teleported to the place that I thought of, and I am already there quicker than a wink. They also say that vampires who can teleport are still rare, but I still don't care.

I am standing under a lamppost that is struggling to light on or light off. And because I am so kind, I did not make the lamp suffer. I turned it off using telekinesis. Yeah, I am that powerful. And I could also levitate.

The park seemed to be so scary and haunted like the one you could see at the movies. I went to the entrance of the woods to sense if somebody's around because sometimes werewolves can be sneaky monsters. But there is nothing dangerous around here. They are just rabbits, snails, rats, and insects that I could feel. So far, this place is safe but still looks creepy.

I looked at my watch and I saw that it's almost 7 pm now.

Maybe the bitch was too coward to go to a place like this.

7:05 pm: A white car stopped just in front of the park. I am still here at the entrance of the woods and hiding behind some bushes while stalking if who have arrived.

Two minutes passed and still, no one got out of the car. Three minutes, four minutes, then five minutes. The door went open revealing a scared and nervous Pryce. She is carrying something in her right hand but I can't figure it out.

She closed the door and walked a small distance from her car and went near a bench. Then, she sat down.

“Maybe I was too early. Oh God, help me.” She murmured to herself while her heart is beating so fast.

I can hear her because I got a super hearing. I told you, I am full of powers. I can see that she's too afraid and nervous.

'What came to her mind that she went here?' Silly girl.

'Because you told her to. That you didn't tell her that you were just kidding and then you find yourself asking why she went here?' Hey, conscience, is that you? Shit. I'm talking to myself already.

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