Chapter 8: First class English.
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'I need a form of transport,' Vlad couldn't help but think, considering the distance he would have to walk when he travelled to school.
The school was 20 minutes away, which for him meant that walking wouldn't be that much of a problem—but doing it every day would prove too troublesome.
Yet, another problem was the fact that Vlad didn't have any transport money.
It's not like he had enough to buy a car. And even if he decided to use a taxi or bus, the money he would have to pay every day would be tedious.
So Vlad quickly changed his direction.
At first, he wanted to go home and get ready for school, but the thought of walking to school truly didn't seem right.
Vlad had seen many movies where teens would attend high school on TV, and of course he didn't completely believe everything he saw, but he knew that some things held true.
Vlad had never attended normal school before, since all of his life he had only been homeschooled.
And now he was forced to enter a territory he was not familiar with.
Walking back to the shopping centre, Vlad bumped into some people who he asked for directions.
Walking to a shop, he got a view of a variety of different bikes.
Ones made for racing and a wide range of options.
But he decided to buy a mountain bike since he felt that it would be appropriate for extremely long distances.
It cost him 300 dollars, which didn't really bother him that much since the money he was using technically wasn't his own.
Riding the bike home was a blast—since Vlad had never owned a bike.
The reason Vlad missed out on experiencing a lot of things when he was younger wasn't because he didn't want to or his foster mother was poor. It was simply because he felt as if it would be unfair to ask for more.
He felt as if he was already taking too much advantage.
With the mind control which unwillingly forced her to take care of him for almost a full 13 years—all the years he had taken from her life, the guilt he felt was too deep.
So from the time he was younger—he promised himself that he would never ask for much.
When Vlad neared his house, he increased his steps, causing the bike to move faster.
Blurs were the only things that were visible as he zoomed past the trees.
But he noticed that the bike was simply too fragile to move at such speeds, so he decreased the pace until he arrived.
Opening the door, Vlad simply put the bike near the sink close to the kitchen.
Moving his body, he threw himself on the couch and looked at the roof.
"I need to buy a bed," he spoke slightly as he wondered why Alucard didn't even own a bed.
Yesterday, when he went to check if a bed was available—he was met with disappointment.
The only thing he found in the bedroom was nothing but a—'Fucken Coffin.'
Then Vlad thought for a moment, thinking as to why Alucard would own one.
He had thought about the idea that it was for sleeping but later on dismissed it, thinking it wouldn't make sense.
Why would someone sleep in a coffin instead of a bed?
Shaking his head in wonder, he decided that he was too bored, to the point that he wanted to check it out.
It wasn't night yet—but it was getting darker.
Moving up the stairs and arriving in the room, he was met with nothing but pure darkness.
But thankfully—his eyes could see through any type of dark.
The coffin lay there halfway open, as if waiting for some type of demonic ritual to be made.
Yet Vlad felt no fear as he moved towards its metal body.
Arriving, he couldn't help but wonder as he noticed the dark blankets on its interior that looked rather too comfortable.
Raising his shoulder as if in thought, 'What's the worst that could happen,' Vlad climbed into its body and entered its opening.
As he lay there, he noticed that it felt very comfortable for a box.
Growing too curious, he decided to close its opening.
The curiosity was so strong that he didn't even think of the possibility that he would be trapping himself inside.
And immediately, as the coffin closed, the moment its doors hit its edges,
Vlad lost consciousness—and fell asleep.
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The coffin, as if sensing Vlad's rested body, opened automatically the next morning.
And Vlad's eyes gracefully snapped open. Their pupils glowed red at first—but it only lasted a second. And then they returned to their blue glorious colour.
And immediately Vlad knew what had happened.
'Hypnosis,' his mind thought in panic, as he arose and exited from the box.
'So I can hypnotise myself,' he wondered more. 'Wait, does that mean I can put a curse on an object? That would explain why the coffin hypnotised me, instead of Alucard himself.'
His thoughts were thinking around in panic.
Then his mind thought of one word: "school."
"Fuck, fuck," he rushed to the bathroom.
Taking a bath and wearing his clothes, Vlad had already accepted that he would be late, so now he was only duelling with the thought of being too late.
Grabbing his bike from the kitchen, he quickly rushed to school.
Although his speed was faster than normal, Vlad made sure to not exceed the limit.
For in his mind, he didn't want people to grow too suspicious.
A ride that would usually take people 20 minutes only took him 8.
Arriving, he noticed that the outside was completely empty.
He sighed loudly as he saw this, yet his sigh was not because of his late luck—he had already accepted that.
The reason he sighed so much was due to the many cars he was seeing in the parking lot.
He had seen from movies how school kids took cars to school, and how a car was one of the reasons that made you popular, 'but this many,' it was too much.
Because at that time, Vlad had thought that cars were one of the many things that the movies made up.
Occasionally, Vlad would keep looking around as he moved to the building, probably because he was hoping to at least find one bike in the parking, because he felt like he was being left out, feeling that it would be impossible for everyone in school to own a car.
'Fuck man,' he couldn't help but wonder, seeing that not even a single bike was in the parking lot—hinting that no one in school actually came with a bike.
Sighing loudly, he pushed open the two doors that seemed to be closed—confirming his late status.
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He was lost, which made sense since this was the first time he had ever been to a school.
Moving through the hallways, he was met with a stall that looked similar to what the reception in a hospital would look like.
"Hello," he said, with a smile that visibly shouted, 'Sorry, I'm late,' causing the receptionist to shake her head in protest.
"You are new. This behaviour is unacceptable," she spoke, as she gave him his timetable.
Unlike what he had expected, she didn't even ask for his name. Because after he had informed her that he was new, she just simply asked for his registration and gave him his stream.
His timetable was—unreasonable, since his first period seemed to be Math.
But lucky for him, he was late, which meant that he had dodged a bullet.
His second class was English, which for him was one of the easiest—as long as the teacher is not boring, he could stay strong.
Vlad never really liked books. And the only reason he even decided to come to school in the first place was because he had no other choice, because as for currently, he was living alone, and he couldn't afford to drop out.
Yes, he could just leave school as a whole and make a living from his mind control scam, but it never actually made him feel right.
He was kind, not evil—he had morals, and pride, and emotions.
It never always set right with him when he stole people's money.
So what better way than to go to school and just get a degree, get a job, or start a business.
Following his timetable seemed to be troublesome, because it took him an extra 10 minutes to actually find the class.
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"Class, you have to take note of this. When you are writing an essay, especially one with 300 to 350 words, each sentence must be engaging." A woman who was fully focused in the teaching of her students was immersed in her speech.
"300 words is too little, people. You cannot afford to make me sleep. It must be emotional, funny, or interesting."
Creak!
The door suddenly opened, as Vlad's short figure was seen standing in its middle.
The teacher sighed loudly as she saw him, but at least his good-looking face reduced the reaction from frustrated to— just a little annoyed.
"Ehh… I'm…"
"Why are you late?" she asked softly, a vein slightly visible at the edge of her face.
"Funny thing, actually," Vlad slightly laughed. "Someone in the hallway was chasing me," he lied as he brushed the back of his head.
"But what's funny is, when I reached the bathroom, which is obviously a dead end, it turned out that the person chasing me wasn't actually a person."
"What was he?" She grew curious.
"My shadow."
The class laughed loudly at his reply. The laughter was so much to the point that even she couldn't keep a straight face.
"You see that," she looked back to the class, "that's the type of writing I want on your 300 to 350 word essay, not some story about the best day of your life."
She then looked back at Vlad's face.
"Go take a seat, handsome," she spoke, as she raised a finger and pointed in a direction, "sit next to the new girl."
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