Chapter 10

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"EVA WAKE UP!" I hear my ever so delightful twin brothers yell down each year. I swear one day they won't wake up.
I get out of bed and pick out my school uniform for 'Saint Vladimir Academy' or as I call it Vamp school. I put on some music, turn on the shower, strip and then jump in to the lovely warm water as it pours gracefully down my spine.
Once washed I jumped out and dried myself. I got dressed into my uniform. You don't understand how much I hate it. I would rather face 100 strigoi than wear it. Saying that, I wouldn't wanna face 100 strigoi. It's a shock to know Dad was one.
"Eva breakfast." I hear my mother call as I rush down the stairs. Aunt Lissa had 'persuaded' her to give us a house on school grounds, right next to her's but we kinda share them cause there's a door where we can go into their home from inside ours and vice versa.
As I get down stairs I see the pancakes mum made. She's become a better cook over the years, I think dad had been teaching her.
Once everyone was done eating we all go next door before we walk to the main building. Mason, Eddie, Sophia, Victor and I were given our schedules early, and because I will be Sophia's main guardian when she becomes queen we have all the same classes.

MONDAY & WEDNESDAY

1: advanced combat techniques

2: Moroi culture

BREAK

3: Advanced element control

4: bodyguard theory and personal protection

LUNCH

5&6: Russian

TUSEDAY & THURSDAY

1: Russian

2: Advanced Spirit

BREAK

3&4: Advanced combat

LUNCH

5: Ancient poetry

6: weight training and conditioning

FRIDAY

1&2: Ancient poetry

LUNCH

3:creative writing

4: advanced combat

LUNCH

5&6: weight training and conditioning

Before we could knock they walk out the door and I am attacked by a bear hug from Sophia.
"I saw you yesterday." I strained out due to lack of oxygen.
"24 hours is too long."
"This is why I love you Soph. C'mon we've got advanced combat techniques with our fathers." I tell her.
"Whoooho my fave!" Yep you guessed it she loves our combat classes.

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