My mind is filled with hope for this story since Declan is my name crush of the day. Wouldn't you people love to know a man named Declan? Well this Declan is going to be Christian Ozera glorified child. Declan is an Ozera after all. I do not own Vampire Academy or Christian Ozera even though that's my goal in life. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Lots of people hate this day. But honestly I don't mind it. What day you ask? Well the first day of school, of course. Now I bet you people are asking, "Who is this beautiful, intelligent, crazy girl who doesn't mind school?" Before I answer that question let me just say that I don't really see myself as beautiful but I am definitely a smart nutter which is never a good combo. Now I bet you guys are just thinking I'm weird in the head. Don't worry guys, any thoughts you have about me being any synonym to weird and crazy is most likely true. Just to let you know.
But back to the topic, this crazy bona fide psycho goes by the name of Sasha Drozdov. Cool name right? Insert sarcastic tone here. It's just soooo… Russian. I mean I got nothing against Russians and I'm just happy my name isn't something like Vasilisa (oh great Moroi queen forgive me) but something like Alex or Sierra would make me just a bit less bitter. In St. Vladimir's, lots of sentences where Sasha Drozdov appears in are usually not friendly. At all. People be bitches.
But if they'd been through what I've been through, they would understand why I have absolutely no interest in being friends with people that put the Mean Girls to shame. Give me a pimply girl with her face in a book over the Conta twins and I'll die happy. Yeah Lila and Liza Conta are the epitome of blonde, bombshell bitches. They're all like, "Oh we're third half-cousins of the the Conta prince" or "My father paid for these tits". The second one was more of a hunch but a skinny Moroi can never have girls those big so kudos to my brain. It's like being a 5'3, brunette with a curvalicious body is as likable as a leper in the Conta twins' book. My body is not exactly as slender and tall as Lila and Liza, but I'd take my body no other way since my dhampir blood didn't exactly give me the height gene. Again, I'm not bitter.
Soooo not looking forward to seeing the twins this year. But they don't make school that bad. They ignore me, I ignore them, win-win. But I'm awesome so technically lose-win. But this year is actually going to be fun. I'm only 16 and a novice so I still got another year until I leave school but that doesn't mean I'm eager to graduate. I am not looking forward to the field experience. Bad shit happens when I'm put on the spot. But it's still a year away so I'm not scared. Much.
I'm in my dorm and I already know I'm pretty much not gonna leave much. I'm not exactly big on parties or alcohol. I read about hangovers and they do NOT sound fun. My room just has simple white walls, my bed with my ultra cozy blue and purple sheets, pillow and blanket, a dresser with my minimal amount of clothes and shoes, and a table with my laptop. Aka my baby. There also happens to be an entire wall of bookshelves that were custom built for me. Thanks Daddy!
I was just about to sit on comfy heaven when my roomate barged and and tackled me all, 5'10 of her.
"Ooomph," was my dignified response to Hurricane Julia. You see now she has a cool name. Was that my spine?
"Omigod, omigod I've missed you bitch!," was my friend's super friendly greeting. But I missed her too.
"Yeah bitch, how you've been?," I asked back after she released me. Let's take a moment to take this in. My BFF was wearing a dopey grin while looking down at my petite frame in the most ridiculous pajamas I've ever seen.
"Is that a tutu?", I asked. 'Cause there were no other words for it. Picture the frumpiest, fuzziest pink robe with some kind of frills at the waist and that was what my best friend was wearing.
"Yep!", she said like she was proud of the damn thing. Luckily Julia was so beautiful and awesome that she pulled it off. Julia is like the complete opposite of Lila and Liza in terms of personality. In terms of appearance they could be evil triplets. Julia has a tall frame, with the typical skinny paleness of all Moroi with the most dazzling golden hair falling down her back and shining ocean blue eyes. Did I mention she was tall? Because she was. As a short girl I have a tendency to be a little envious of people in general, but Julia unfortunately did not get gracefulness that came with her height. The only person clumsier than Julia in high heels is yours truly barefoot on solid ground.
"So did you get your schedule yet?", I asked her. I hope we had some classes together.
"Yeah I did. I also got yours too," my glorious friend said. She and her frumpy pj's left the room for a minute before she came back with two pieces of paper. I looked both our schedules over and I saw we shared a few classes together.
"You're actually taking Culinary Science this year?", Julia asked me.
"You know I love to cook. One of us has to since someone who won't be named can actually burn water," I said. Julia and cooking equals Chernobyl. Not to mention that she specializes in fire and though it was a good idea to practice that and cooking at the same time. Nearly lost my eyebrows.
"The recipe said 25 minutes so sue me if I wanted it faster," the big baby whined. Although Julia wasn't a royal Moroi doesn't mean she's not a teenager.
"Whatever. Besides I heard that the teacher was actually a chef so that class is going to be fun," I said. I really did enjoy cooking.
"At least we have Precalculus together. Math is so not my strong suit," Julia said. Anything involving numbers turns my normally bright bestie into a dunderhead. She was good with words. That's why I noticed she chose Creative Writing.
"C'mon girl it's time to get ready for school. Shower's free," Julia said before she left the room. Thank God she took a shower already because that girl loves her hair. At least she's not that big on makeup. I took a nice long shower where I may or may not was singing and brushed my teeth before going into my room and putting on some underwear and a bra. I was in a good mood so I put on my favorite pants that were basically non denim blue cotton jeans with a Falling in Reverse shirt. Ahh Ronnie. To top off the outfit, I put on my light blue converse and I was ready to go. I grabbed my bag and left the room where Julia was waiting at the front door. She was going casual like me only she was wearing actual jeans with a striped crop top that only exposed an inch above her waist. And now that I was looking at it closer-
"Is that my shirt?", I asked her. I would recognize that black spot anywhere. She looked down and blushed a bit because she did in fact steal my shirt.
"Hey I'm sorry but this shirt is comfy and it looked really good with these jeans," was her defense. She did look good though. Usually that shirt was a tight fit on me but on her it looked loose and flowy with her skinny figure. I just decided to drop it and walked out the door with Julia on my heels.
