Attending a Vampire School

Chapter 2: The Hooded Guy

❝Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.❞ | Anaïs Nin

♕ SAIGE ♕

"I need you to go pick up your uniform," my mother calls from somewhere inside the still unfamiliar house.

"My uniform?" I furrow my eyebrows, peeking over the couch to take a glance at the archway that was the entrance of the living room.

I was currently sitting— well more like sprawled out— on our older, beat-up couch. It was a faded black color with a terrible design pattern. It was so old that I didn't know what it was and I was sure even my mother wouldn't have a clue.

There was this hope inside me that someday my mother would buy a new one and dump this ancient thing. I mean, it didn't need to be anything expensive. My eyes dart to her dark hair that appears underneath the archway.

"Yes, your new school called to say your uniform was ready for you to pick-up," she is drying her hands with a pink, floral hand towel.

"Me? I don't even know where the school is," I look back down at my plain tee-shirt, my neck beginning to ache from sitting up.

She comes around the couch and sets the colorful hand towel down on the wooden coffee table. I watch as her thin fingers sort out various items on one side of the table. My patience starting to fade away by the second.

She glances over at me and rolls her brown eyes when she notices my awkward lying position. What can I say? It's not like we had company over. There was no point for me to put effort into sitting lady-like.

She looks expectantly at me, one of her eyes twitching. I groan and sit up, stretching my arms. My back popped a few times as well, the pressure releasing instantly. Maybe I had been relaxing on the couch too long.

"I can give you the address, I'm sure it won't be hard to find," my mother smiles at me, dismissing the fact that I had an absolutely horrible sense of direction.

I begin to protest, but to no avail did it work. "But—"

"No buts."

Pretty sure she said that to me in the previous chapter already.

"I have to run to my new workplace to get the transfer papers completely signed," she stands up, abandoning the coffee table items.

I study her closely, she is indeed wearing her work attire. She keeps it rather neat, and professional. A bright white buttoned-down shirt with a black skirt. After all, her life motto was dress to impress.

She turns away from the couch and walks away. Our first day in a new town and she is already leaving me by myself. I feel abandoned.

Wait, if she's going to work then how am I supposed to find the school?

"Are you taking the van?" I jump up a bit too quickly, black spots suddenly enter my vision.

I hear a chuckle and her continuing footsteps toward the archway. The black dots disappear as I watch her put one of her hands on the wall. She glances back at me, no sign of sympathy. How can she be so cruel?

"Oops, I guess I forgot to mention you'll have to walk to the school," her voice is filled with amusement and her eyes are twinkling.

This time, it was my turn to twitch one of my eyes in annoyance as she walks to the kitchen. Is it weird that we both twitch our eyes? I shudder, thinking I couldn't possibly be that cruel.