Vampire Academy

Happy Thirteenth Birthday!

NATALIE'S POV

*9:30am, Saturday, January 4th 2013*

I wake up on my very comfortable bed. I yawn and look outside my window where the sun is shining and the birds are chirping and--

Oh wait. I have a brother.

Waking up like this isn't possible, OK let's go back.

I wake up to a bucket of ice water on my face.

I shrieked in a high pitched voice and immediately sprung up from bed with my hands in the air.

"Trevor! What the heck? That's freaking cold!"

He laughed. "Yeah, well, it's ice."

I sigh and give my idiotic brother the finger.

He laughs again.
"Happy thirteenth birthday, sis."

"Yeah, yeah. Get out of my room."

He chuckles then walks out the door while I get up to the bathroom.

I enter my bathroom (which is in my room by the way haha) and get my purple toothbrush.

Ew I look gross.

I scrunch up my nose as I look at my long messy brown hair and boring blue eyes with bags under them and I start brushing my teeth. I spit out the toothpaste and gargle.

Gargle. That's a funny word. Gargle, gargle, gargle. Gaaaaargl- wow, what? What the heck is that?

I look closer to the mirror and spread my mouth wide. My teeth.. they look.. pointy? I mean I know that one kind of tooth is supposed to be pointy but I mean like, really pointy. Like all of my teeth are really pointy. Oh well. Maybe it's like a sign of puberty? Maybe I'll finally get boobs!

That's funny.

Shut up! It can happen.

When Trevor grows a brain.

But that's never.

Exactly.

I stop talking with my unhelpful self and put my toothbrush back in the toothbrush holder thingamabob.

"Natalie? Something wrong, princess?"

My dad walks in and knocks on my bathroom door. I open it to see my dad with a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong, baby? I heard you scream."

"Dad... What. The. Heck. Is. This."

I show him my... my...

"They're fangs," my dad says oh so casually.

"...Fangs," I let out a laugh, "Fangs. OK, fangs. Dad?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"WHY THE HECK DO I HAVE FANGS?!"

"Shh! Calm down," my dad says, "Here, wear these."

He hands me a plastic thingamabob.

"What is it?"

"Fake teeth," he says as if it is obvious. "Put them on and come downstairs. I'll explain after your party."

"Party?"

"Oh.. crap. Uhh, I meant.. um, warty? I'll explain after your.. warty... phase?"

"Dad, what the heck? I'm not warty."