Razorblade Romance: 4

Like Marik said, he woke me up at 6 o’clock sharp. I was rubbing the sleepy dust out of my eyes as Roselyn stood behind me, brushing out my short brunette tresses with an ornate soft bristled brush. “Did you sleep well, Miss?” the maid asked, peering at me through the mirror. I yawned into my hand before nodding. I wasn’t really a morning person, per se. It takes me a few minutes to become fully awake, hence all the yawning. “That’s good to hear…” Roselyn spoke, walking with me to my large closet. I wasn’t one for flashy things, as it was reflected in my choice of clothing. She just stood there and held my clothes that I gave, knowing that she’ll take them out and setting them on my bed. I grabbed a black and white banned striped hoodie, a plain white American Eagle tank top, black ankle socks, plain light blue ripped jeans, and a pair of crew cut black and white Converses.
I stripped out of my nightgown and threw it in the hamper, covering my chest with a powder blue strapless bra that went with my panties. With that I walked over to my bed, seeing that it was already made, and sat down on the little bench at the foot of it, my clothes laying neatly beside me. Roselyn was in my bathroom, getting my colored contacts ready. I got dressed and went in there, only to see the redheaded maid crouched down by the toilet, looking frightened.
“Oh no… oh no… oh no… Mr. Marik’s going to have my head!” she panicked, pulling at her short red hair as her glasses slid down her nose.
“What happened, Roselyn?” I asked, staring blankly with my amethyst orbs at the empty contacts case, putting two-and-two together. “Accidents happen. They can easily be replaced.” I told her, not even in the slightest bit mad. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to my vanity, having her remove my clear plastic studs and placing my earrings in. They were shaped a lot like a Killswitch would be, like the ones you’d see being flipped for an old electric chair. Roselyn clasped my heart shaped lock necklace before handing me my glasses case. I opened it and took out the black framed spectacles, placing them on just as the maid squeaked.
“It’s almost 6:30, Miss!” she informed me, rushing me out of my room, down the long hallway, down the stairs, passing the secret passage from last night, and into the main dinning room. Already placed in front of one of the high backed oak chairs was a silver serving plate. Marik pulled out the chair, motioning for me to sit, before pushing it back in and pulling off the lid.
“The young Misses favorite. Brown sugar oatmeal with sliced banana, and a tall glass of cold 2% white milk.” He informed me with a smile. I returned as I picked up my spoon and started eating, humming softly at the taste. Marik knew me so well, and that was probably why he was head butler and did mostly everything. I finished my oatmeal and downed my milk, cleaning my face with the napkin that was provided. “The care is waiting out front, young Miss.” The young butler told me, handing my Nightmare Before Christmas messenger bag over to me.
“Thank you, Marik. I’ll see you and the tutor after I arrive home.” With that, he opened the front door for me, allowing me to exit the large stone mansion. At the end of the steps stood my driver, Vladimir, wearing his uniform and holding open the door of the small black limousine. “Good morning, Vladimir.” I greeted, bowing a little. If I was wearing a skirt I would’ve curtsied like I normally did.
“Good morning, Miss Abigail. Ready for school?” he asked, smiling as I got in and sat my school bag down by my feet.
“As ready as any other sixteen year old.” I sighed, pointing out that my birthday recently passed on the first of October.
“For shame the young Miss Abigail actually got an education.” Vladimir joked, adjusting the rearview mirror. The corner of his pale blew eyes crinkled, telling me he was smiling. “Buckle your belt, Miss Abigail.” He ordered, starting the idle engine. I did as told and sat box, relaxing into the black leather seats as we began the fifteen minute drive to school. Vladimir, not being the one to drive in silence, had the CD player playing and was playing AFI’s CD DECEMBERUNDERGROUND. This made us both start to laugh. I couldn’t remember how many times that Vladimir has been mistaken for the singer, Davey Havok, during the time the music video for Love Like Winter came out. They have the same bone structure and everything. Only thing that was probably different was maybe their ages, hairstyle (Vladimir preferred the mentioned music video’s hairstyle), and eyes. I wasn’t all that sure.
Other than that, Vladimir was a dead ringer for him. He had the piercing and everything, and even sounded like him, too! It was a running gag amongst us that he was either a) secretly Davey himself or b) Davey’s clone. I really think that my family’s employees were more like family, themselves, than workers. It surely felt that way to me, anyways.
Sadly, our fun had to come to an abrupt end as we pulled to a stop in front of the large building. “Want me to get your door for you, Miss Abigail?” my driver asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror.
“No, it’s fine Vladimir. You know how I don’t want people talking.” He nodded, his dark eyebrows furrowing, signaling to me that he was slightly skeptical. “I’ll see you after school, Vlad.” And I exited the car with my bag in-hand. Adjusting my glasses, I easily blended into the swarm of teens easily, going unnoticed by all as I opened my locker. I hardly see why, besides probably habit, that I even came to the metal cubby. I hardly used it at all, seeing as I carried everything in my bag with me to every class.
Closing the metal door, I noticed I had a neighbor right next to me, and they weren’t there last week or the week before that. It was strange, to say the least, seeing as both lockers on either side of me have always been void of any use by the student body that I’ve known since we were all in diapers.
Averting my amethyst eyes away, I hurried off down the hall, blending in once again to get to my first class with Mrs. Flynn. It was probably my most favorite class, too. Pottery and sculpting. I honestly have no idea what drew me to love it so much, but I did. I always loved making new things out of clay after drawing it out. It was just, amazing.
“You’re early, like normal, Miss Xander.” Mrs. Flynn commented, smiling at me behind her cat eyed glasses that hung from a beaded chain. She was probably the only teacher who knew me.
“Good morning, Mrs. Flynn.” I greeted the more older and graying woman. I placed my bag behind her desk, as per the norm, and donning a clay splattered apron.
“What masterpiece will you be working on, today, Miss Xander?” inquired the kind teacher. I grabbed my sketch book from my bag and flipped to the page, holding it out to her. She took it from me and adjusted her glasses, staring down at the inked paper. “Tim Burton inspired, I’m guessing?” she smiled, handing me back the book. I nodded. “Wonder how you’ll put your own little flare on your Tim Burton inspired fairy tale.” She grinned, nodding to the slender and more morbid looking Snow White, the Prince, and Evil Queen that covered my page. “You think you’ll have enough time, dear?”
“Yes, I’m working on it in my free time at home, ma’am.” I answered. She nodded. Soon the warning bell rang and Mrs. Flynn nodded to my work station in the far back just as the students started pouring in. I sat down, putting my hands in my lap as she explained the lesson. The rest of the class started working on their design while I grabbed my fountain pen from my pocket, adding a little more details to the drawing and notes off to the side. That’s all I did for the class period, which just suited me just fine. The bell rang and the students quickly left as I packed up. “I’ll start on it tonight, Mrs. Flynn.” And I left, going to my next class.
I had second period PE. Something I wasn’t really fond of because of the other girls in my class complaining about how it wasn’t co-ed. I really didn’t see the big deal of having both boys and girls in separate gym classes, it lessened the sexual tension that was clearly in the air, and kept the boys from perving on the girls and visa-versa. I got changed into a plain white top and loose black basketball shorts. All we did was run laps all period after stretching. I secretly thought that Mrs. Manning was a drill sergeant in her past life.
I hardly broke a sweat, but then again I wasn’t trying all that hard to cause a sweat. I couldn’t say the same about the others, though. They were panting heavily as we walked from the gym to the locker room to change. Then again, they were putting on a show for the boys that were running the track above the main floor that we were in. I could’ve sworn I seen the same wild mane of black hair from this morning, but my eyes could’ve been playing tricks on me. I cleaned myself and changed back into my school clothes, tucking my gym ones into a different bag and into my gym locker. Next was world history with Mr. Zimmerman. I swear, the man didn’t look a day over 21.
His class went by quickly, seeing as we were watching a movie about the Cold Wars. It was interesting to say the least, as I took notes. Now was lunch, bah. I didn’t care for it, never will. It was just the school social standings, which had nothing to do with anything in the real world, so-- again-- what’s the point of grouping yourself into these meaningless herds? Honestly, the human mind baffled me at times. I went outside and sat under a shady tree, enjoying the cool fall air as I ate from my dish of assorted fruits. I was glad it was void of cherries and strawberries, both of which I was deathly allergic to. I ate all the cucumbers, which happen to be a fruit-- who knew?, and all the grapes first before going onto the blue berries and cherry tomatoes.
I just enjoyed the nature as I took sips from my water bottle. It was peaceful. While I was out here, I decided to read ahead for my English 2 class. We were reading The Outsiders, which was a really good book, so far. I couldn’t help but enjoy it, reading how time has seriously changed from then to now.
The lunch bell rung and I marked my place of Ponyboy getting in a giant fight with his big brother Derry. Sighing, I tucked the book away with my empty dish, dusting off my pants and went back inside for Math 2 with Mrs. McGlynn. She was a nice older woman, like Mrs. Flynn, but she didn’t pay attention to me. I was honestly invisible in any other class except Mrs. Flynn’s. After math, I went to my English 2 class with Mr. Kenneth Gordon. He was a really cool teacher, but I think his brother is a stoner. Here’s the thing with the Gordon’s. When one is doing English, the other is doing Theater and visa-versa. K.G. (as he is known to go by) is Lane Gordon’s older brother and has been working here longer. Heck, he was even in the movie Pearl Harbor. I have two words, “Glitter Bomb”.
L.G. is someone you’d probably label as a “hipster” seeing as he dresses like he’s from the 80’s-90’s era. And it has been rumored that he’s a pot head, too. But between them both, K.G. is more laid back and easy going, he doesn’t grade as hard as L.G. does. And you pretty much can get away with anything on your homework if you use Star Wars references; he is a geek for Star Wars.
I was, again, the first one in class. I had sat me English homework on Mr. Gordon’s teacher station and went to the far back and sat down, pulling out my fountain pen and note book. The bell rang and kids filed in. And I swear the same mane of black hair was in this class. I’m guessing he’s new. Only thing we did was review last week’s homework and took random notes, nothing really exciting. I kept my head down and silently did my work, ignoring the teens passing notes over head. At the end of class we were assigned chapters to read and vocabulary to do for homework right as the bell rang, signaling the day coming to a close. I left and wandered down the hall, keeping my head down for the most part.
“Watch out!” shouted one of the track star’s as he sprinted past. This caused me to look up and dodge him. I scowled at his back before looking straight ahead, my shoulders pulled back. As I looked forward, my amethyst orbs locked with a pair of hazel ones. They were such a pretty shade, too. It was that person from earlier, with the locker next to mine. He seemed as if he was in a trance as I walked passed, ducking my head down. Peaking over my shoulder, I silently giggled as he almost ran face first into someone’s locker door. Looking back ahead, I ran through the crowd and quickly exited the school, running down the steps to the familiar limousine.
Panting, I got in and closed the door, all the while buckling my belt. “Have a good day of school, Miss Abigail?” Vladimir inquired.
“We got a new student today. He almost ran into a locker door a bit ago.” I told him. Vlad laughed, pulling out of the pick-up/drop-off zone. We arrived back home at 3:15 sharp and were welcomed by Marik standing on the door step. “See you tomorrow, Vladimir!” I hugged my driver before going inside with Marik to start on my homework with my privet tutor, Professor McAlister.
“You’re doing much better, it seems, Abigail.” The Professor told me a half hour into my math work. I already explained that I had art that I was going to do after my cello lessons.
“I’ve only been able to do so well because of you, Sir.” I told him honestly. We finished a few moments later and sped right through English, giving me a few minutes to spare before my lessons in the music room. I took this time to personally show Professor McAlister out after thanking him for his help, he placed on his hat and left us. Marik came and got me shortly after, taking me upstairs for my lessons. Soon, even that was done and I was left to work in my art studio, finishing the sculpting of the dead tree before working first on Snow White as my sketch book sat on the easel I had. Time flew by quickly as one of the helpers came and carefully placed the tree away and took what I had started away, more than likely to drop it off at the school so I had something to do for class. I cleaned off my clay tools and hands in the sink, knowing that Roselyn was standing at the door.
I was led to the main dinning room again, ate dinner, got cleaned, dressed in a blue silk nightgown, read some of Beauty and the Werewolf, and went to bed.