Falling in love. With a Vampire?

Chapter 3

I was awoken by the sound of my phone ringing its annoying tune. I picked it up and put it to my ear without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" My voice was slightly croaky from just being awaken at this ridiculous time in a morning.

"Zadia! You put the chain on the door again? let me inside its cold."

"Mum?" Ugh I'm gonna kill Zak. He has this obsession with making sure the chains on the door before he goes to bed.

"Yes it's me, come and open the door. I've been calling you for ten minutes. Do you have any idea how cold it is out here. Do you know what people are going to think of me trying to break into my own house?" As she was ranting I got up from the warmth of my bed and made my way down the stairs and to the front door. Once I had opened it she stormed in and went straight to the kitchen.

"Wait. You tried to break in? How?"

"The window was open. I thought I might of been of been able to squeeze through it. It was not my best idea in the world, but somebody wouldn't pick up their phone and let their poor mother in. Do you know how many times this has happened Zadia.

"Its not my fault. You know Zak can't sleep without the front door chained shut. It's his automatic reaction to come down here before he goes to sleep and chain the door shut because we always forget to do it. It makes him feel safer mum." I said. My voice got slightly louder towards the end of my mini speech, the frustration of the conversation clearly showing in my voice. We always have this same one when this happens and it always ends with us fighting about Zak. Each of us having our own ideas on what to do. Whether it being counselling or just leaving him to it. You see when we were younger me and my brother went through a hard time with our father. Details I will not get into. Not yet at least. Let's just say their painful memories that we don't talk about because it's just easier to ignore them.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me young lady." She said through gritted teeth and then started to take deep breaths. I just decided to leave the argument and go back to bed. It was too early to deal with her and I have school really early an I need sleep so much right now.

Once I was back in my room I checked the clock on my bedside table and saw it was 2am. Ugh I have to be up in like 5 hours. I jumped onto my bed, literally, and snuggled back into my duvet for, hopefully, a peaceful sleep again.

I woke up again to the sound of an annoying tone that I hate more than my phone. My alarm. I wish I could throw it against the wall and watch it as it stops with its annoyingly, irritating sound that makes me wake up in the morning. If you can't guess by know then I hate the waking up part of my day. It's not necessarily mornings that I hate but waking up in general. I love sleep. I wish that was a job. Sleeping. Being paid to sleep. That would be awesome.

I was pulled back into reality by my alarm and its beeping again. I turned it off and made my way out of my bed and to my wardrobe to find clothes for the school. In England it was simple, you had a uniform that you had to wear everyday. Not here, here you wear your own clothes. I'm not complaining though, I hated the uniforms that we had to wear and I'm glad that I don't have to wear it. Actually I'm sure I've still got my uniform somewhere in this wardrobe of mine.

Getting back to the point. Looking through my many clothes I decided on a pair of black jeans and a long red top that had a skull on it. I've always loved this top.

I walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Knowing if I had a normal one I would be running late to school, again. Yes I am one of those people who take forever in the shower for no apparent reason. After doing all my necessary stuff I got out and dried myself off with a towel, then getting dressed into the clothes that I had already picked out.