'Alarms are the bane of my existence.'
She felt it was much too early to be awake. 'What a day it was going to be' she thought as she slammed her fist down on the alarm, silencing it. What a week it had been. Scratch that. What a year it had been. New country, new city, new school; then new state, new town, and another new school.
She couldn't help but feel bad for making her parents move. Again. And for everything that had occurred to induce the move. Again. Shuddering and pushing memories to the back of her mind, she sat up in her oversized bed and stepped down to the thick carpeted floor. It was a nice change from the hardwood floors at their old house along the coast, but the silence of the suburbia outside was deafening. She bumped into the vanity table, still only half-awake and still not used to the arrangement of her new room. Turning around she headed across the room and into her bathroom, shedding pajamas and leaving them in a trail as she stepped into the shower.
15 minutes later, she was out of the shower and standing in front of the foggy mirror. With a slight and nearly undetectable wave of her hand, the mirror had defogged to reveal her now clear reflection. Picking up her blue brush, she began to comb out her long, dark hair as the water seemed to instantly evaporate from the strands, leaving it dry and stick straight, some slight bangs pushed over her left eye. She took the time to observe her closet closely, wondering what kind of impression she might leave on her new peers based just on her look. She was silently thankful for this school's lack of uniforms, and allowed herself to go casual in distressed citizen jeans, a charcoal grey tunic top, and black sandals. Grabbing her houndstooth printed satchel bag and sliding a hair tie around her left wrist next to her light blue bracelet, she exited her room and headed down to the dining room.
"Morning darling," her mother greeted. Her father took a quick moment to peek over his Wall Street Journal and flash a warm smile. Sitting down at their oversized dark oak table, complete with crisp white linen and perfectly matched white and gold trimmed china, she took her usual chair across from her mother and to the left of her father.
"Morning mum, father," she responded. She picked up her water glass and quickly drained it, followed by a glass of orange juice, and started on a second glass of water already placed next to the first. Her mother eyed her vigilantly.
"Would you like something for breakfast?" she asked carefully, "I believe Greta made some toast for you. Greta, could you bring out Alexia's breakfast please?"
Greta swiftly stepped out of the kitchen and placed a plate of toast in front of Alexia before she had time to protest. Along with the toast came two more glasses of water and a knowing wink from who was surely Alexia's closest friend in this house. With a nod from the head of house Greta whisked herself back through the swinging door into the kitchen. Never a fan of breakfast in general, Alexia frowned at the toast but picked it up anyways and took a large bite off the corner. Alexia's father, Henry, folded up his paper and picked up a fork to start on his bacon and eggs, which would have equaled an even larger frown on Alexia if that had been on her own plate.
"Ready for school dear?" her father asked. She sighed and slouched in her chair until her mother gave a stiff cough and she was back to her upright and well postured position.
"I suppose," she answered, "though I do not see why I cannot go to a regular school out here. They don't even teach proper courses at this school. What kind of college am I going to enroll in without basic calculus lessons on my forms?"
"Now darling," her mother, Emma, interjected, "your father and I already agreed that this would be a good place for you to try out. With your incredible abilities you could use a school like this to help you learn how to better…control your skills."
That earned instant quiet on the part of Alexia throughout the rest of breakfast. She finished her toast quickly, all the while draining her last two glasses of water. Picking up her satchel again, she kissed her mother and father goodbye, and exited the dining room. Greta was waiting for her at the front door with an Aquafina bottle and a cheerful smile.
"Don't you dare worry about today doll," she told Alexia and hugged her, "you'll do just fine and they'll all love you. I'm sure you'll have half the boys following you home by the end of the day pretty one."
Alexia gave a slight and sarcastic laugh, showing her doubt at such an occurrence. Greta hugged her toned frame once again and Alexia was out the front door, setting her ipod to Boys Night Out, putting the tiny earpieces in, and heading to the corner to await the bus to Sky High.