Chapter 29
Start Of The Morning
Johanna:
I woke up at 5:00am. I am excited about having class today. I got a shower and headed down stairs to the kitchen. Vlad and Killian come up behind me followed by Geneva. We hear fumbling around followed by the F word. That was Nick! Cat and Dorian come out when Cat looks at Nick's door and shacks her head in disgust. Maurice comes out and says The last one to the kitchen is a rotten deer. Nick bursts out of his room like he is on fire. We all ran to the kitchen. We make our plates and sit at the breakfast bar. Vlad sits next to me. He is such a handsome little boy and I have to admit I have a crush on him. His black wavey wet hair hung just under his eye brows. I wasn't a fan of bowl cuts when Killian had his cut that way but on Vlad it looks HOT.. Every day he sits next to me and my heart rate speeds up. It's nothing new though. He does that all day when he is close to me. I say Morning to him and he looks at me with his ocean blue eyes and just nods his head. He is always quiet in the mornings and grumpy too. He's not a morning person neither am I but we have to start extra early to get every class done. The only day we have a break is Sundays or special days or holidays now. I just hope our classes are fun.
Vlad.
I wake up and take my shower. I wake up so dang early but it has to be done, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. The only good thing is I will be with Jo. She is beautiful. Her hair is the color of the sunshine shining through the fog, she smells like chocolate covered cherries. Her eyes are blue with silver specks. Her button noise, long eye lashes. Man! She is beautiful!. I always sit beside her and try to hold her hand. I like the way my heart races when she's close to me. Somehow she makes me feel calm and hyper all at once.
Nick:
Damn it! I hate getting up earlier than usual but I have to go to the office and do paperwork before lunch. Come back and start classes with the Masters. FFFUUUCCCCKKKKK! THAT HURT! I stubbed my toe on that damn dresser. That's what I get for being in a damn hurry. I barely got one shoe on when I heard Monk say, Last on to the kitchen is a rotten deer. I hop out of my room and run to the kitchen. I know I'm an adult but I do like to play games with the kids.
Catalina:
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I've been awake since 3am. I have been working on the uniforms for us all. I think I perfected the design. I look over Dorian's sketches for the warriors. They are more practical and would make it easier for them to fight in human form. Nothing they are tight fitting but stretchy like yoga pants but in his note the material is more durable made with copper. Like the copper fit gloves they advertise on TV. I like idea and also his designs. Maybe we should wear uniforms with this material as a prototype to test the durability. Forget thinking about it. That is exactly what I'm going to do.
I throw my hair in a ponytail, get dressed and head to Dorian's room. He comes out of his room before I get to his door. Nick lets out a loud F bomb and I just shake my head. All the kids are up and ready. Maurice runs out of his room yelling something about a rotten deer and Nick runs out of his room hopping on one foot. My ever so graceful brother. Note the sarcasm. Dorian takes off running. Well I guess I will be the rotten deer this time. Oh well. At least I won't break my neck running down the stairs. Someone has to be the adult here.
Dorian:
I may be the only one excited about starting classes. Due to Dad missing, Mom and Pepaw got my assignments from school when it reopened so I will still graduate early. I was thinking about dropping out until Aunt G gave me a pep talk. I want to become a warrior but also a designer like mom. All of my older uncles have degrees. Uncle Lou and Uncle Nick have 2 degrees in different things. Not only is Uncle Lou a medical doctor but he has a masters in computer technology. He can hack any system and break fire walls and cause more viruses and bugs than I have seen. Uncle Nick is an attorney but he has a masters in game design and programming. If My clown Uncle Nick can study hard enough to get 2 degrees then I can have 2 occupations like Uncle Maurice. He has a MBA in business but he also trained the guard dogs for the Tibetan Monks. He didn't fully convert but he is the best dog trainer they had ever had so why can't I be an elemental warrior and a fashion designer?
I come out of my room before Mom can reach my door. We hear Uncle Nick cussing. He stubbed his toe again. When will he learn to either move his dresser or slow down one of the two. Uncle Maurice comes out of his room full of energy saying last on to the kitchen is a rotten deer. I take off running with the kids and Uncle Nick who is doing more hopping than running. He's still trying to get his other shoe on. I can't help but laugh at him.
Geneva:
I'm surprisingly in a great mood this morning. I got my shower early and just waited for 5:30 to get here so I can go down for breakfast. I feel something good is going to happen today. I walk out of my room and see Jo, Killian and my twin. I walk up behind them just in time to hear Nick yell. He stubs his toes all the time on his dresser. Cat and Dorian join us as Maurice comes out saying his rotten deer line. I can't help but laugh as Nick hobbles out of his room struggling to put his other shoe on. He is a bigger kid than we are and we are kids.
We all make it to the kitchen without breaking our necks. Mom and Dad are at the table in the dining room, talking to the Masters about something important so we all eat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen.
After breakfast we clean up, wash and do the dishes. Nick tells us bye and he will see us later. Maurice walks us to our new classroom that Mom designed, with military type security. It is like a maze. Our class with Maurice is in the middle. It's circular with 5 doors around it. My guess is it leads to our other classes. This room doesn't have windows. I guess none of the classes do. No distractions, just school work.
