Knowing | H. Lecter

CHAPTER SEVEN

KNOWING | H. LECTER
— NEW STUDENT ♥︎

. . . It'll be your last!

╰ Alison's P.O.V ╯

— MY ALARM HAD BEEN GOING OFF FOR the past minute or so but I'd been too tired to even shut it off. After little consideration, Ginny and Malcolm thought it would be best if I started going to school again since I was still a teenager. I told Hannibal about it last Thursday durring one of our sessions, thinking that he'd side with me considering he knows more about what "happened" to me, but guess what? He said it would be good for me and might take my mind off of everything!

Bitch.

Me and Hannibal are fighting... inside my head, that is. I can't afford to actually fight with him, and especially over something so trivial, so I've resorted to mentally slapping him over and over again in my mind. Quite a lovely feeling, I should do this more often.

So anyways, today I was starting my junior-year of school at Brooklyn Park High. I knew nothing of the school as it had never made an appearance in the TV-series, however, I could only assume that it was going to be absolute dog-shit like all other high-schools.

And even with me fully knowing of the day ahead, I still stayed up all night thinking up more plans on how to slither my way into the FBI's business, telling myself everytime "I'll go to bed in five minutes" until it was 4:00am in the morning. Well~ now it was 6:30am and I needed to get up and start this wonderful day off.

Although I'd already technically started it the moment it hit midnight...

I groaned and smashed my hand onto my alarm clock like it'd just killed my nonexistent dog. (Great comparison author)

I groaned once more before tossing the cozy blankets off and crawling out of bed with clear reluctance. Once my bare feet touched the hard wood floors of my bedroom a shiver ran through me, reminding me of the nearing cold season.

Stretching a little, I walked over towards my little white dresser and pulled out my outfit for the day. Now, I wouldn't say I'm necessarily a "girly-girl" but I liked to take care of myself and always loved to "dress up" for my first day back at school. It was something me and my old friends would do together, we'd scavenge through eacho others' closets to find a cute outfit for each other and you'd just hope that you liked the outfit that they'd chosen for you.
Besides, I now had a rich family's reputation to hold up.

A short, burgundy-plaid pencil skirt that reached about mid-thigh, as well as a tight, black long-sleeve shirt that I tucked into my bottoms, some black Mary-Jane pumps, and to top the whole outfit off; I picked out a beautiful pearl bracelet from my quickly forming collection of jewelry.

I glanced over to my clock and saw that it was now 6:43am, the bell rings at 7:30am so I still have time for a short shower. All of my "siblings" had already taken their showers last night so I had it all to myself.

Walking out of my room; I grabbed a towel from the small broom closet near the restroom before walking in. Shutting the door behind me, I placed my clean clothes and towel on the sink counter before undressing and jumping in the shower, not caring what temperature the water was at.

— I'D ALREADY GOTTEN DRESSED AND ate breakfast by now. I was now currently sitting in the back of Ginny's car, sitting near the window with both of the twins in the seats next to mine. I'd gotten to know them as obnoxious little terrors who always somehow managed to tear up the house in ways I used to believe weren't humanly possible, but right now-they were half asleep staring at the many cars that passed by. Completely silent. My other two siblings— Katelyn and Carina —had both stayed home for the day, they'd both been sick after catching something at the theater.