Aloha (Vampire Academy Fan-Fiction)

3. Tall, Dark & Creepy

I groggily groped around for the alarm clock that was screeching at me to awake. It took something as loud as construction work to wake me up from my deep slumbers. I groaned as my flimsy hand whipped itself through the air, trying to find the stupid nuisance of a clock without needing the assistance of my eyes. I wanted to keep my eyes shut as long as possible. 

After much futile attempts of trying to find my bed dresser, I reluctantly tugged an eye open to target that stupid noise. I groaned loudly as I spotted the alarm clock all the way across the room on the desk. I had forgotten I was in a different room now that I was to call home. Sighing, I buried my head deeper into my pillow and fisted a pillow in my right hand. I pointlessly threw the pillow blindly in the general direction of the alarm clock. I heard a thwack as the pillow made contact with the alarm clock. Then, I heard a soft thump of the alarm bouncing unto the carpet. However, the blaring noise continued and I unwillingly forfeited my sleeping position on the bed.

I kicked back the covers and rolled myself across the California king sized mattress until my drowsy feet came into contact with the fuzziness of the floor. I stumbled like a drunkard from the elevated bed and stomped on the alarm clock to shut up. Silence engulfed me blissfully as I stepped into the bathroom. I didn't bother to fumble around looking for the light switch. I could see perfectly fine with the limited light that was weakly streaming through my sheen curtains. 

I stared straight at my aquamarine eyes, taking note of how ridiculously hideous I looked in the morning. My normally wavy red hair was fizzed up due to the humidity. Bags hung themselves from my eyes, a stark contrast on my pale freckled face. I still had drool marks chalked up near my puckered pink lips. Ugh. I cranked up the hot water and splashed the water on my face. I looked up into the mirror at my now attentive face. Good. 

I normally don't wear makeup, but I was contemplating on using it. Sydney had given me make up to cover up my Alchemist mark if I wanted to. Alchemists never covered up their mark unless they were on an undercover mission. I would feel the same way if my mark was golden like a normal Alchemist. My mark was a bright red, brighter than the redness of my hair. It was lined with the typical gold of an Alchemist mark, though. The Alchemists were extremely edgy about someone that was half human to have the mark. So they branded me with a different mark, alerting other Alchemists that I was a half-breed but still part of their ranks. 

I continued to stare at the makeup kit she had handed me and glanced back at my gleaming tattoo. No. I wanted people to see who I was. I wasn't going to cower behind makeup. I grabbed the make up kit as I exited the bathroom and stuffed it into an empty red suitcase. I wasn't going to be needing that. I wandered over to the closet and contemplated on what to wear. I didn't worry about color because the only colors I had in my closet were literally black, white, grey and red. Having red clothes was already extravagant in an Alchemist's dress code. 

I decided on combining red and white together. I stripped myself of my silky cherry decorated pajamas and unhooked the starch dress shirt from its hanger. I buttoned up the shirt and surveyed the potential red bottoms I could use. I automatically ruled out the skirts. I never wore those unless it was for a special occasion. I plucked out the red shorts and put them on. I was expecting humid weather, so why not? I was already half way done tucking in my dress shirt when I stopped. I hadn't seen anyone, especially the Guardians, appear with tucked in shirts. I glanced down dismayingly at my neat work of tucking and sighed in defeat. Even if I wanted to be me in this school, I still wanted to fit in. I untucked my shirt and tried to ignore the gnawing urge to fix the messy wrinkles that were from the result of tucking. I had some serious obsessive compulsion disorder.

I crouched down to scavenge for footwear. I was one for classy heels, but that'd look weird in this laid back academy. I opted for the red converses. I slipped on cotton socks and crammed my feet down the ankle high shoes. I closed the closet and shifted over to the dresser. I took my time to comb out my wavy, waist-length auburn hair. I delicately swept down my bangs to the left, over my crimson tattoo. I set down the comb, turned on my heel and hefted the school bag I prepared the day before onto my shoulder.