Thirty six hours later, just as the downstairs clock struck noon and chimed on a Monday afternoon, Kris groand heavily and rolled over in her bed. "Shut up." She mumbled under her breath as her eyes slowly opened. She stared at the ceiling covered in posters of rock bands for a moment before she sat up and rubbed her eyes gently. At the moment, her hair was making her head look twice as big it was so puffed out.
Letting her dark blue blanket fall off her, she smacked her tongue against the roof of her mouth a few times as she looked around her room. Even though she despised living in her mother's mansion, especially when there was thirty-two rooms all together, she completely loved her room.
It was a mess and she loved it that way. Clothing was sprawled out over the white carpet, posters covered each and every corner of the room, her bed was never made, a large speaker system was inside her closet where her clothes should have been with hundreds of CDs, and on a small dresser with a mirror was her makeup. Under her bed there was also several books on animals, not like she would let anyone see those though. Well, besides one person.
She gave a yawn as she swung her feet around, her bare feet curling against the warm bedroom floor. As Kris stood, she pulled the pair of white sweatpants she was wearing up a bit. Being the toothpick she was, she always had trouble keeping them on. As she stretched her arms, she noticed one of the straps on her red tank top was sliding down so she pulled it back up, staring at her shoulder blankly with sleepy eyes for a few moments before hearing the door being knocked on.
"Miss Eve, are you awake yet?" A calm and composed male voice asked as the knocking continued. "Your mother expects you down at lunch in fifteen minutes. Do tell me you're at least awake? Perhaps in proper clothes? Miss Eve? Dear?"
With a small grumble mixed with a sigh, Kris stomped towards her door and threw it open to stare up at the butler in a well dress tuxedo with a towl over his arm and a shaved head. She slowly turned her stare into a glare before crossing her arms with a pout.
"Uh huh." The butler nodded before raising an eyebrow at her clothes and hair. "I do not believe your mother would approve of this appearance for lunch with her friends."
"Well, too bad Perrywinkle." She put extra strain on each syllable. She turned on her heels, walking towards her mirror. "Besides, if she wants me down there, she'll be willing to wait. Not like she cares anyway." Her voice slowly got more quiet as Perrywinkle stepped inside her room, closing the door quietly.
He glanced back at it before lowering his arms with a sigh while looking at Kris. "Please, please don't make me sit through another one of her ranting sprees. It gets so hard to pretend to pay attention at times."
Kris gave a small smile, grabbing her brush as she started to comb her hair. "I'll at least make my head look nice. I'm staying in pajamas."
"At least put some slippers on, you'll catch a cold if not." His voice showed a slight concern in it.
She grumbled softly, wiggling her toes a bit. "Fine! Fine! But I'm going to be late."
He gave a long sigh, lowering his head a bit before shaking it slowly. "You know, if I was like a normal butler your mother hired-"
Kris cut him off with a small chuckle, looking over at him with her hair practically perfect. "Since when were you ever a normal butler?" She asked while grabbing a small bottle of mascara.
Perrywinkle gave a polite smile, shaking his head a bit more. "It was around four years ago." He started to pretend to think hard. "I believe," He tapped his chin. "It was the day before I met you." He smiled a bit more, holding up a hand as he caught a bottle of lipstick. "Speaking of being late to get her attention though, did she ever notice that you dyed your hair? Because she has not told me about it yet."
Kris gave a very long sigh, putting her eyeliner down on the dresser with a hand over it. Slowly her hand tightened around it as she looked into the mirror. "No, not yet." She tried to hide the hurt in her voice. "But if I am late AND blaring music from my headphones today, she's bound to notice me." She shot a smile towards him before opening a drawer, once again where her clothes should of been but instead it was completely stuffed with a tangled mess of headphones and earbuds. "Which color today?" She asked Perrywinkle.
"Hmmm." He tapped his chin a bit more, tilting his head slightly. "You had blue last time, correct?"
She gave him a nod.
"Alright, then how about a purple pair? I'm sure you have one of those." He looked over at her just as she pulled out a pair of purple and black headphones.
"Hopefully these are loud enough for her to hear." She mumbled as she slipped on a pair of slippers then grabbed her scroll. She quickly hooked up the headphones to them while looking up at her trusted butler. "Ready."
He gave her a soft smile before nodding as he regained his perfect posture and stepped out of the door. "Why are you waking up so late? Were you reading those books again?"
"Maybe. Maybe not." Kris responded as she crossed her arms. "Don't you have dishes to clean or something."
Perrywinkle gave her a smile, patting her on the back as they walked through the endless halls. "Try not to upset her too much, alright?"
"No promises." She said plainly just as she stepped into the large dinning room.
Kris slowly walked around the giant twenty foot long table, making sure each person she passed by could hear her music playing. She glanced up at the giant chandelier, the golden glow coming off of it making Kris feel sick to her stomach. Well, that and the smell of freshly cooked steak. She didn't care what her mother had made, all she knew was she could smell steak.
As she sat down to the right of her mother who sat at the head of the table, the woman with long blonde hair in a white dress with jewelry weighing down her neck didn't even bat an eye at her.
Seeing that, Kris just narrowed her eyes, bringing her legs up and sitting on them as she turned her music as high as it could go. All she wsnted was for her mother to look at her. Just look at her.
"You're forty-nine seconds late." Her mother, Glenis Eve, said with such a cold tone it was hard to tell she was talking to her daughter. While most didn't know of Glenis, they definitely knew of her sister who worked at Beacon Academy. While Glynda decided to take their mother's name, Goodwitch, Glenis wanted to take her father's which was Eve.
"Yea, so? I was doing a thing called sleeping." Kris spat back, moving her head forward some to make sure the music could be heard by her mother.
"You're late. That's it." Glenis didn't even look over at her, she didn't even look away from the dozen of female Huntresses, all from rich families, sitting down her table lined with a white clothe and the most precious silvers.
Kris growled softly, the went quiet as a plate of food was placed in front of her. She almost gagged at the smell, seeing both caviar and the steak she smelled earlier. While there was other things on the plate as well, those were the only two that bugged her. How many times did she have to tell her mother that she didn't eat meat!
So she shoved the plate forward, in front of her mother's as she began to eat, cutting her food up perfectly. When she didn't get a response from her, Kris spoke up.
"You know I am a vegetarian, don't you? What you are eating is disgusting and terrible. It was a living breathing creature at one point." She spat out, her voice growing loud enough for the rest of the table to hear.
"You are? Since when? This must just be one of those fazes." Glenis shook her head softly. "Teenagers."
Kris had to hold in her screams. The last time she had eaten anything containing meat was when she was seven years old. Over six years ago.
While the meal went on, running much more smoothly, Perrywinkle walked in to assist the others. Well, mainly to watch Kris for anything she might do or say to cause a scene. He didn't do a very well job considering what happened at the end of the meal.
"Excuse me, can I have your attention." Glenis stood up, picking up her glass and a spoon as she gently tapped against it. "I have a very important announcement." Kris just glared up at her mother as the room grew quiet and she contiuened. "As you know, Christmas, my daughter, is now thirteen years old."
"Kris." Her daughter corrected her in a grumble. The whole reason she changed her name was to get attention from her. Like everything else though, it didn't work.
"Which means, she is of age to start training to become a Huntress like her mother, all of you here and her sister." She set the cup and spoon down. "And after pulling several strings, I have gotten her a place in one of Vale's top combat schools, Initial. As you all know, I myself went to Initial for four years, gaining top of my class each and every semester."
As Glenis rambled on, Kris slowly started muting out it all. First of all, being around people like her father and people like her mother, hundreds of them, that thought made her stomach ache. Secone, this was the first she was hearing of this. And third...
Kris shot to her feet, slamming her fist on the table. "How many times must I tell you?" The whole room went dead silent as Perrywinkle gulped. "I. Don't. Want. To. Be. A. Huntress. I want to be a veterinarian who plays music on the side! Why is that so hard for you to comprehend? How stupid are you?"
As silence fell over once again, her mother didn't even flinch as she calmly sat back down. "Perrywinkle," She held her head up high. "Take Christmas to her room. If she isn't going to be polite in front of guests, she can stay up there." She batted her eyes just a little before scoffing. "You know, Christmas, Jessica would never have dared to act in such a way like this."
Kris' jaw tightened as she glared at her mother. Look. Look in the same direction. "I told you my name is Kris!" She snapped, her voice harsher than ever. "And she likes to be called Jess!"
"Come on," Perrywinkle held out his hand, a sorrowful look in his eyes. "Up to your room."
She gave a scream, pushing her chair onto the ground before stomping out and up to her room. Perrywinkle quickly following behind her. Once he got to her door, he stopped as it slammed shut in his face. He simply gave a sigh, leaning on it as he heard muffled cries coming from inside. He glanced around a bit, trying to door knob which was locked. He gave another sigh, placing his hand on the door before slowly walking off, leaving Kris alone in her room to cry and silently sob into her pillow.