Mortality

1 ~ Katrina

Prime Ward

-Katrina

The first day of Secondary School...

...why did I ever believe I'd receive different regards from those who I'd been bullied by in Primary School?

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to go to another Ward's school. Though, I wouldn't have the influence from my parents that I do within their Ward. The Prime Ward, governed by the opulent, the most affluent in our Vampire Society. At the very least, I am thankful I'm the Offspring of an opulent...

...better yet, the hand I was dealt by Our Maker placed me under the roof of Ekaterina and Pax Ocklorn. The ruling pair and part of The Synod, the five most opulent pairs, my parents are untouchable.

Many others don't feel the same way, seen as a disgrace by many; including scrutiny by select other pairs in The Synod.

I'm not immortal.

I can't elongate my fangs.

The taste of blood makes me puke.

I don't have the strength everyone else was born with, the gift given to me...weakness?

I've been told by others, my peers, that I'm not vampire...

...that I have a genetic mutation.

Though, when everyone else in the world is the same and you are the single variant...

...where do you turn for recognition and affirmation of who you are?

I've been told everything happens for a reason, that nothing is obscure from Our Maker. Our image is that of his, our gifts blessed, bestowed upon us with different variants.

It's hard to believe and follow in a way that does not show these gifts in return.

"Katrina!" My eyes scan up from the pavement leading to the front of the school, gaze landing on Elodie.

A soft smile forms on my lips as I wave back, Elodie practically tapping her foot, her arm falling and crossing them both in front of her chest. She's not much of a friend in the way I see others interacting with one another, but she does tolerate me at best.

I'd rather not feel completely alone...

...shallow of me to allow myself to be treated like second class? It hardly matters. At least she stands her ground around me and doesn't abandon me like others, a small constant in my life.

Approaching her, I ask Elodie, "When did you get here?"

"Few minutes ago," she unfolds her arms and pulls out her phone, sliding it open and texting quickly. When she shuts it off, her eyes meet with mine as she says, "Come on, we can't be late our first day."

I haven't received my itinerary for my class schedule...

"Actually, you'll have to go on ahead without me," I release a sigh, the assembly freshman are required to attend the meetup point for all friends from Primary School to see which classes they have together here.

Elodie furrows her brows, asking, "What?"

"My parents said that I'm to report to the office, not the assembly," I admit to her, fidgeting slightly with the strap of my backpack.

She rolls her eyes and sighs, "So I waited for you for nothing?"

"Sorry," I mutter under my breath.

"You could have texted me," she huffs, turning on her heels and sprinting away from me, the wind whipping around the spot I'm left standing by myself.