The Red School

(5) You're Up This Early? And You Call Yourself A Vampire...

OKAY, AGAIN..... FOR SOME REASON WATTPAD DIDN'T POST THE OTHER HALF OF CHAPTER 4 THE FIRST TIME SO IF U READ IT ALREADY, RE-READ IT I HAVE THE FULL CHAPTER UP NOW! Make sure you read it or you'll be confused in this chapter....

CHAPTER 5

I’m wrapped up in the comfortable dreamless nothing that’s sleep. It’s said that vampires don’t sleep, but that’s pretty much a big fat lie. That would be terrible, if we couldn’t sleep. What about when we need to recharge ourselves? If we need to escape briefly from our problems? If we need to sleep on whatever problem we may have? It’d be terrible all right. Sleep it a wonderful thing, a much needed thing, a necessity of life.

 I feel myself being shaken gently. I try to hold onto to my sleep before I’m too wide awake, but morning is winning.

“Val, get up.” A familiar voice, heavy with tiredness speaks. Libba yawns and shakes me again. “Val… wake up, you’ve got to get ready for classes. Val.” She shakes me again.

I’m tired, but refreshed, and I’m surprised that Libba is talking to me. Well, I don’t see why she wouldn’t talk to me, if anything I wouldn’t talk to her. But then again we didn’t even get into an argument, so she probably doesn’t even know what she did. And maybe she didn’t do anything but be herself. I’m not sure if I can live with that, but I decide to forget about it. It’s a new day.

I roll over in bed and crack my eyes open. A snicker escapes my mouth at seeing her groggy eyes and bed-hair. “I see you slept well.” My voice is just as thick as hers, and I try my hardest to shield her from my morning breath.

A smile plays at her lips. “I could say the same thing. Seriously though, get up. We have to get ready.”

“What time is it anyway?” I ask, sitting up straight in my bed, looking around for a clock. Libba presses a button on her cell phone.

“It’s 6:05 A.M. Classes start a seven thirty.”

I let out an unenthusiastic groan, hugging my arms to myself. “And you’re up this early? What the hell, Libba. And you call yourself a vampire..."

“Hey, I figured if you wanted to hit the showers up before classes, we’d better get there before it gets crowded.”

She doesn’t need to tell me twice. My hair is dying for a much needed shower. I pack a shower bag with flat irons and toothpaste and my school clothes and stuff like that, and Libba and I head out, leaving the other girls asleep. The only one who is nowhere to be seen is Delilah

The showers are tiled with black and pink. Everything is shiny and clean, thankfully, and it smells like fresh pine-wood and citrus. There are more showers on other floors, so the one we’re in isn’t crowded, but there are still a lot more girls, chattering and refreshed and getting ready for the day. Libba and I go into separate showers (obviously) but ours are right next to each other.

I’ve hung my bag on the door, set my water temperature, and am letting the warm droplets of water rain down on me. It feels spectacular.

“Aren’t these things awesome?” Libba yells over the sound of the water and other girls in here. “You can adjust the water pressure and everything. It’s like I’m being sprayed with water.”

“It’s like god is crying tears of joy down on me right now.” I answer back, humor in my voice, as I lather my hair up with shampoo.

“It’s like a baby out in the rain for the first time!” She yells back.

“It’s like I’m standing under a fountain of hopes and dreams!”

“It’s like—,” but some girl cuts her off before she can finish.