Why no reviews guys? I had at least 9 people reading on Tuesday : (
When I woke up, I slipped out of bed immediately, stretching my back. The bed-thing was awfully uncomfortable and I'd tossed and turned for longer than usual before sleeping-I was always a bad sleeper, and recent events had made that much worse. Bleary-eyed, I glanced over at Becca, who was still sleeping peacefully in her bed, and then at the clock on the wall. It read half past six. Sighing, I got up and made my way silently to the bathroom, washing my face and brushing my teeth as quietly as possible. I then slipped into an old T-shirt and some washed-out jeans before yanking a brush through my knotted hair. Once I was as satisfied as I was ever going to be with the mess, I padded to the kitchen and flung open all the cupboards, searching for some form of breakfast. But the cupboards were completely empty. I sighed and my stomach rumbled, emphasising that fact. I really was starving, but I couldn't wake up Adrian or Becca. I took a quick look all over the kitchen. There was half a packet of HobNobs, a carton of milk in the fridge, a handful of grapes and some stale bread. That was it. Were they really that useless? I scrawled out a shopping list in y messy handwriting, grabbed my pathetic excuse for a coat and pocketed the keys and my purse before leaving. Outside it was about ten degrees, even colder than usual for England. I had a funny feeling that the river breeze had something to do with it. I made my way out to the main street, knowing that there would be some sort of co-op or supermarket along there, right? Wrong. The place was full of designer shops and crap like that, but nothing useful. I grumbled something and strode off. London had already accustomed a fair amount of traffic for this early in the morning. I walked about a mile down the road before finally finding a TESCOS. I walked inside and was greeted with my carefully brushed hair being blown around again. They'd only just opened, and I think the assistant was surprised to see somebody as young as me there so early. It was only 7am. I breezed through the store, grabbing the things I needed off of the shelves and a few extra things that I just spontaneously decided I might want. i.e. chocolate. I was able to convince myself that this was normal, and I was just doing errands for my Mum quickly. I paid by cash, as I had no idea what Adrian's pin number is. The cashier wished me a good day-polite for London-and I ventured back out into the wind. I had three bags hanging off of either arm, Becca's old handbag hung over my shoulder and another bag balancing off of one finger. It wasn't even a strain, and I began to wonder if I'd really changed that much. It had never been a strain before, either.
On the way back, I spotted a small leisure centre. There was a poster on the side saying 'Gym now OPEN' that caught my eye. I backtracked and made my way into the warm reception, reading the notices on the little board before making my way up to the main desk.
"Hi," I began. "I was wondering if I could, um, join the, um, teen gym?" The woman smiled at me.
"Of course sweetie. It's for 12-15year olds," she told me, before passing over a little leaflet. "If you could just fill in these questions for me and I'll create you a membership card." I followed where she was pointing to a scratchy blue chair where I proceeded to fill in my details. They mainly wanted to know whether I was real and had any health problems. I made a fake name; Amelia Taylor. It sounded fairly normal. I handed the woman back my form and she smiled before handing me a small green card. I slipped it into my purse, avoiding the pictures.
"Okay, the gym is 10-11am every Saturday morning in the back room. Your instructor will be called Brad. He's really nice and funny, so I'm sure you'll be fine," she informed me. I wondered why she thought I wouldn't be. Sure, I didn't really look like the sporty type but I was going to be fine. I smiled at her and made my way back to the apartment. I slipped in silently. I arranged the food in the cupboards neatly and made myself some breakfast. When it was finished it was still only half past 8. I sighed and flipped on the TV quietly, trying to find some comfort in the perfectly normal gesture. Some crappy soap opera that I wasn't really watching played and I saw Becca come in. She was wearing pink silk pyjamas and her hair looked like something had died in it.
"Up already?" she asked. I chuckled drily. She reached for the Hobnobs and then went to get a glass of milk before gasping. "How the hell did all this food get here?" I rolled my eyes.
"What's this?" Adrian asked, walking in just in time.
"The fridge is full of food!"
"Oh, I wonder how that got there." He grinned at me and I shrugged.
"No idea. Maybe it was the fairies," I replied. Becca glared at the two of us.
"You two will be the death of me, I swear," she told us.
"Good," I whispered, not quiet enough. Adrian laughed and Becca threw her plate at me. My hand snapped up and caught it mid-air, shaking my head. "Never fight a dhampir, Becca." She growled and ate her breakfast in silence.
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