The b***h And The Freak

Chapter 2 - Marge

*Blair's Point of View*

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“Shut the hell up, you f*****g clock!” I shouted and the alarm clock turned into pieces as I threw it to the wall.

Monday, and I really hate this day. But no matter how much I hate it, it still comes.

“What was it, Blair?” Marge yelled as she hurried to my room and came in. Then, I just buried my face in my pillow.

“Okay, you just broke your clock.” She stated, and I'm sure that her hands are on her waist even if I'm not looking at her.

“Yeah, that thing is so noisy,” I replied sleepily and hid under the sheets.

“Get off from your bed now, young lady, or I have to pull you out of it myself.” She told me with her mommy voice. Argh, here she goes again.

“Can I just not go to school, Marge? I still want to sleep, and you know how much I need to sleep.” I asked her and I just knew that she wouldn't listen to me.

I peeked, then, I opened my left eye and I saw her raising an eyebrow.

“Please?” Alright, I need to beg her with my best puppy dog face. No, vamp face.

“No! Get up now and take a shower, you stinky. Food is ready downstairs.” She replied and turned to leave my room. Ugh! It's never effective on her.

“And... don't even think of sleeping in the bathroom.” She added and she finally went out of my room.

“Argh, fine!” I let out and got up from my lovely bed to do the morning rituals.

Marge is not my mother, I think she's my mom's best friend or just somebody who took good care of me since I was born. Well, I don't know who my mother is. I never saw her face and I don't know what she is. Marge told me that she died upon giving birth to me. And, my father? Well, I don't know either.

I have been bullied when I was young because of my family. They said that I was a killer. A mother killer. s**t, was it my fault that she did not know how to give birth and she died?

I did kill people, a lot, way back in Transylvania. But they are just the crazy vampires and werewolves who want to kill humans to suck their blood and ease their thirst. And, I never killed a human for blood. Marge provided me with blood bags from hospitals. But now, I don't have to drink blood every day since the day that Marge gave me this necklace. She said that it was from my mom, and she told her to give it to me when I turn eight.

Well, I'm a human now and that's because of this necklace always hanging on my neck. It has a small crystal-like rock on it and I guess it has a magic spell to make me human. I am paler when I'm a vampire and I have red eyes, and brown hair. And, I have green eyes and still brown hair when I'm human. I stand about 5'8” in height and have a normal body. But I don't know if I look good or not. And, I don't care.

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I walked down the stairs with my backpack in my right hand. And then, I sat down on my chair while staring at my food intently.

“Marge, do I really need to eat this thing?” I asked her as she sipped from her coffee mug.

“Yes, Honey, it is what they call bacon and eggs.” She answered, and then, she stood up to wash her mug and plate at the sink as she has finished her breakfast.

“Why do people eat this kind of s**t?” I asked her in disbelief and I crossed my arms on my chest with my eyebrows met.

"Watch your language, Blair.” She remarked and I pouted. Yeah, we got a deal that if we're already here in the USA, I shouldn't curse or anything. But I can't help it.

“Sorry,” I apologized and poked the bacon with a fork.

“It's because it is what they are used to eating. Finish off your breakfast, and we are going to leave before we get late to school.” She uttered as she looked at her wristwatch.

Well, both of us need to go to school because I'm in my senior year now.

I moved here from Transylvania two weeks ago, and Marge is a teacher at the school I was enrolled in. Well, she's the one who enrolled me in that one hell of a place.

She left me at Transylvania or should I say I made her leave me there when I was fourteen, and now that I am seventeen, she decided to get me there and I have to live with her here. It is also because she wants me to experience life, human life. And, I just hope that I will enjoy this and will survive this.

"Um, Marge, can I just eat an apple instead,” I asked her and she turned to look at me.

I just don't like this kind of food. Call me vegetarian but I would never eat their food. I'd prefer cereals and vegetables and others that aren't meat. The meat just tastes just like cardboard to me.

“Okay, I understand you, Blair. You should have bought me that vegan recipe book." Marge answered while looking at me sympathetically. Oh yeah, I remember now. I wasn't able to buy that because of that blonde gorgeous b***h who owned that place.

"Yey, thanks. Maybe next time, Marge." I rejoiced and I happily headed to the fridge.

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After devouring two apples, Marge already took her keys and she said, "Let's go. Get your---“ and I cut her off.

“Marge, I can drive myself to school,” I told her and her face frowned.

“But-” She began again and I cut her off again.

“I got my bike. And... I already promised that I'm not going to hit the speed limit again. Okay?” I uttered as I picked up my bag and I was ready to leave.

“Okay, just text me if there's any problem, or go to the faculty office.” She stated and headed to the door.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied.

“Your schedule is in your notebook. And, you got your books in your locker.” She added and I smiled widely. Alright, I got a mom, a sister, a best friend, a nanny, and a teacher in the house. I am just so lucky.

Then, I grab my keys from my jeans pocket as I head to the door.

And, Marge is still in the garage, so I waited until she got out.

“Good luck on your first day of school, Blair! Don't do something bad, okay?” She yelled, and then, she finally drove away to school.

“Well, I got one word to describe school. Boring,” I muttered and put on my helmet, then followed Marge's car.