Chionophile

Flashback

Here is a wild flashback! Simply because my internet is off till a little later.

Alba's POV-
October 1st 1995. 8:30 Am. The 6th birthday.

Beeping.

Beeping is all i heard.

What is that noise?

It's familiar.

Oh.

I know...

I open my eyes and whine as i glare at my snowflake shaped alarm clock. We all have them now. On our fifth birthday dad gave them to all of us. I remember his words.

"Now these will wake you up in the morning." Father said as we all opened up the boxes with our alarms in them.

"But Mom already does that." Number two said confused

"Well Grace may not always be here. She could die. Then who will wake you up? Who number two?" Father says sternly as he glares the boy down. "You will all set them to 8:30 am. You will wake up at 8:30 am. You will dress yourselves in your uniforms on weekdays. Free dress on weekends. You will wait for the bell at 9 am exactly. You will come to breakfast. If you are late you will be punished. Is that clear?" He says

I slowly link my left pinky with Vanya and my right pinky with Five. This was going to be difficult.

Now it has been a year and we all were accustomed to the alarms. Well almost all of us. I sit up and growl. I slip on my slippers and quickly make my way to Two's room. I walk in and smirk seeing him still asleep.

He was on his back with one leg hanging off the bed and the other curled on the bed. His left arm hugged a stuffed bear i gave him and his right held a dagger. His mouth was wide open and drool was dried up on his cheek as soft snores sounded. He was only in the baby blue pajama pants we all wore Monday-friday.

I slowly creep over to his bed and giggle. I softly climb on top of him and create snow in my hand. I look to make sure i closed the door and then i slam my clump of snow on to Two's face hard.

He screeches and pops up flipping us around so he was now on top and held his knife to my throat. I know i should be scared. I know he could kill me. But i giggle wildly and look into his groggy eyes. Because he hasn't hurt me before. And he wouldn't hurt me in his sleep either.

He looks down at me and sighs "you ki-kiss Klaus' che-cheek to wake him. Why d-do you get-get viol-viol-violent with me?" He stutters annoyed.

I smile "cause your cute when you're in fight mode." I say and peck his nose "get dressed. It's Saturday! I'm wearing red. Coordinate" i then push him off me and go back to my room to get dressed.