The Sass Vibe

Chapter 1: The Grinch killed my Vibe

Sleep. The most simple word, yet so complicated and twisted in its beauty that forces us to be star crossed lovers. We have a connection, me and sleep; for eight hours every night -sometimes unfortunately less- we unite: pillow under my head, blankets up to my neck, phone in my hand... Until the witch takes sleep away from me, every single day of my life, just like in every fairy tale. Do you know how it feels like to relive those dark times where your love is taken from you? It hurts my heart. My eyes. My head. And it's hurting my patience at this very moment. "Shut up!" Ladies and gentleman, that is the sound of the beast arising from its slumber. I groaned as I raised my arm from under my pillow in a half hearted manner, blindly searching for my stupid phone that I hate with a passion right now. That's another special relationship, a love-hate one, between me and my phone. Finally, after what seemed like ten minutes, I found my phone on the floor- it must have fallen out from under my pillow (what can I say, I'm an active sleeper).
The continuous annoying alarm ringtone blared out at full volume, which caused me to grit my teeth in annoyance; I have to change it someday, and soon. Can't lose a second phone to one of my little temper tantrums. After switching the damn thing off, I fell back into bed with a huff.
Hmm... The pillow's so warm..I like warmth, even in the summer..I had such a cool summer vacation..Shame that school starts soon..school..school.. SCHOOL!
I screamed the last word out load, but it came out as a mix between a creepy groan and a dying banshee noise as I scrambled out of my loving but hypnotising bed in a very un-lady like way.
"Shhhh-"
"Language."
"-akakaka - boom boom!"
In my great Xenia rush, I did not notice my mother standing at the door of my room with her arms crossed; a smile was etched on her soft and kind face, though the mischievous glint in her large dark eyes told me otherwise, I later noticed.
"You have twenty minutes until the start of school." Her lips stretched in a smirk.
I jumped, finally noticing her petite figure slumped against the doorway, in an almost arrogant way. Out of everyone I knew, my own mother has mastered the art of intimidation, seduction, coolness, and just plain evilness despite her innocent and soft image. Unfortunately, I only inherited the intimidation area. So far.
Actually, now that I think about it, I didn't inherit much from my mum, Zoe. Whilst she had a rather short and petite figure, I had a tall and more athletic build, inherited from my dear dad. And whilst she had dark beautiful curls cascading down her back paired with deep brown eyes, I had ice like creepy blue eyes going with hair that was neither blonde or brown; a mix in between. It was only half wavy, as if I tried curling my hair but failed and was left with a messy bird's nest adapted to the habitat of my head. Well, at least I inherited the rest of mum's genes, like my nose, lips and... Fingers?
Mother dearest's next words made me scream in frustration and impatience:
"Xenia, honey, you don't want to be late on the first day of school. By the way, your train leaves in-" she pretended to check her left wrist that did not have an actual watch attached, "Seven minutes. You better hurry!"
I scowled, but didn't reply as I hurriedly ran past my cackling mum and into the bathroom, my arms full of towel and clothes.
I seriously can't be late on the first day of school! Not this year, when I do my exams for jobs an shi-
Suddenly, I yelled out in surprise and cringed uncontrollably "C-c-collld..!"
The merciless shower refused to give me at least a droplet of warmth like I mentally prayed for it to. Mum knew that would happen; she always goes for the shower before me. Did I mention that my mother is evil?
So I had to shower in freezing water. What a wonderful start to my day.

*unicorns* *unicorns* *uncorns*

When I zoomed out of the bathroom after just -miraculously- five minutes, I took three stairs at a time while portraying some impressive ninja skills. When in a rush, you can do wonders I thought, as I flew into our welcoming kitchen. Thankfully, mum's evil plans had a limit today, as the smell of crusty toast drifted through the air, making me stop for a second and inhale the goodness. However, barely had I closed my eyes when I felt my jaw being roughly opened and the delicious -yet mind you, painfully scratchy- food stuffed down my throat.
"Get your booty out that door! The train leaves in a minute!"
I must have looked quite comical, you see, just standing there frozen. With toast sticking out of my mouth- because mum started laughing. Snapping out of it, I shot her a playful glare, but mumbled my thanks through the crust as I hugged her goodbye, making sure to rub the bread into the side of her neck. I'm not that forgiving.
I heard her shout out a few words of exclamation, but I was already out the door and half way down our street. Thank the goats of Nutella for karate stamina.

I feel so out of it. Meaning, I knew I was at this very moment running to catch my Hogwarts train, but my mind was still in rainbow land. Which I guess explains why I somehow managed to knock over a fellow student, Linda. Shnitzel, I thought, as I realised who it was I nearly killed with my Xenia powers at the moment. You see, Linda is not the friendliest person to know, as she is involved with the school drug addicts, plastics, chavs, and whoever is out there knows what. Linda Sae doesn't have a 'category' like all of the kids in our school do (if you're curious, I'm the friendly nerd who doesn't get bullied. This isn't some cliche movie, hun), but is a whole category of her own. One day, she can be a complete chav wearing shady outfits and smoking some daisies -probably from her back garden- and the next she can come in to class, always at least an hour late, showing off her slim figure in a tight hot pink mini skirt and some top for 3 year olds. Linda's that unpredictable. She never speaks to anyone apart from her gang, yes, gang, which consists of 6 other kids who's faces are always hidden by hoodies. I don't really know their names, as they're not in any of my classes; well, last year they weren't, and I hope it stays this way again, to avoid any unnecessary trouble. Alas, that plea was rejected.
"Watch where you're crawling, bitch" came the cold voice from today's Goth Linda, who was getting up from the ground. Her piercing grey eyes, carefully smothered by black makeup were directed at me, and I felt a pang of nervousness. "Oops, sorry, Linda. I'm a bit clumsy today," I laughed nervously, and mentally kicked myself. Wuss! My conscience sneered at me, as I quickly avoided her laser like gaze and tried to get past her. I heard a scoff, and then a muttered "Whatever." as I began to race twice as fast than I did before, for two particular reasons this time. One, I think I missed my train, and two, I nearly knocked out the school's Grinch, which I know for sure won't come to anything good. Rounding the corner to the train station, I thought I heard a shout of "Watch out today, nerd!" Yep, there goes my third reason to run faster; a good thing too, because my train was just about to leave.