Recap:
By the time Kirova arrived I had found enough dirt on her to get out of trouble for the rest of my life. Who knew Kirova was such a big baby underneath those hawk like eyes of hers. She had a blanket in the top drawer of her desk. And in the bottom drawer was Tomas the train DVD set. Sitting down in the seat in front of her desk I crossed my legs and leaned back. A minute after sitting down Kirova walked in followed by that Mazur guy and his four guardians.
Chapter 4: Rose's POV
Kirova had just sat down when she started in on her lecture, about me being disrespectful and blah, blah, blah. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Kirova had stood up and slammed her claw like fist's on her desk while yelling,
"MISS HATHAWAY! HAVE YOU HEARD A WORD I'VE SAID FOR THE PAST HOUR? OR WERE YOU TO BUSY SLEEPING?"
Cringing, I mumbled out what I think sounded like "sleeping" but I couldn't be sure because my mind was still clouded with sleep. Man if she's been going on for an hour and just noticed I was sleeping she must have been deep into her lecture. She must have been working on this one for a while seeing as I haven't been to her office since Dimitri had become my mentor, which has been around eight months ago, give or take a few weeks.
"MISS HATHAWAY, SINCE YOU SEEM SO FOND OF TALKING BACK AND NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO WHAT I'M SAYIING, MAYBE YOU'LL LIKE CLEANING ALL OF THE CLASSROOMS FOR THE NEXT YEAR!" Kirova yelled.
Looking up I smirked. No way was I going to clean anything! I didn't even clean my own room! Lissa eventually would get tired of how messy my room got and would clean it while mumbling about how messy and unorganized I was. Before I could say anything I heard snickering to my left. That Ibrahim person was there and was trying unsuccessfully to hide a smirk, and his chuckling, behind him stood his guardians who were smirking openly at me. Smirking back at them I turned back to Kirova and started in on telling her off.
"Kirova, get that stick out of your ass or you are going to regret it," I said standing up facing her. Before I could continue, though, and tell her what I found in her desk, the door swung open and in it stood one angry Russian God. "Shit," I said under my breath. Before I could say anything, like "Go fuck a cow, Dimitri" Ibrahim spoke up,
"Dimitri, I haven't seen you in a couple of years. I saw your mom a year ago though; she said you hadn't been to see her or anybody there in five years. Since your last charge died, I believe." Dimitri stood there looking at Ibrahim before nodding. Dimitri was just about to open his mouth but he stopped, looking between Ibrahim and me before recognition dawned on his features. Then he said something in Russian that sounded like,
"Derʹmo (shit)! You're Rose's Father!" Before I could say anything Kirova burst out laughing.
