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Everyone in the gym knew I was angry but no one knew why Chris had to be the punching bag, though.
"Ouch! What's up with you today?" he asks me in an irritated voice, rubbing the spot where he will get one of many other bruises tomorrow.
"Well…how do I begin to explain this…I'm seeing my fucking father today and you left me to deal with Alberta and Kira last night!" I stop fighting and by then most people were staring at me because of my sudden outburst.
"I'm guessing it's that time of the month?" he asks me wearily.
"Actually...NO!"
"Well don't take it out on me! Take it out on the bottle!"
"It got confiscated last night after you ran away like a girl," I half scream.
"Okay…you need to go to a shrink." I flip him off on that one.
I turn on my heel and walk to the other side of the mat. I turn round and face my new opponent, James.
To say the least we got off on the wrong foot. I completely thrashed him in our first sparring match and with his pride hurt, he decided to get revenge. Being a royal meant that he had a lot of influence but with my family background, everyone shook off the rumours that had circulated around me.
"Ready to get thrashed?" James confident voice calls out to me.
"How many times have you actually managed to do that? Nil? So let me think, Lenya -100, James – 0, shall we say?" I retort back.
James charges at me but I quickly avoided him. I decide to divert my anger into James. I soon land a hit on him making him wince. I'm too caught up in my thoughts; I barely miss the hand coming towards me.
"Shit." That was too close; I'm even more grateful for the rule of no magic while combat fighting otherwise my hair would have been burnt off.
The session is soon over and as I am taking the equipment back when the instructor, Stan calls me over.
"You did well today." Stan's praise surprises me, but there has to be a catch. "Though, you fought with anger not with your brain." There it is.
"I still won didn't I?"
"Yes but you weren't concentrating - that swing of James would have knocked you out if you didn't move at the last second."
"I'm not the only one, every time I fight with James he wants to kill me"
"That's exactly why you win."
I'm about to release a retort but Stan gets back at me before I do. "I expect better from you."
"Why do you expect me do be like my father?" I yell. "I'm not him! One, I'm a girl and two, he has self-control - I don't."
Stan gave a low chuckle "He didn't always." I glare at him and storm out.
I retell the events to Chris over lunch my voice rising every second. "To be honest he did have a good point. You shouldn't let yourself get distracted," he explains looking very weary.
Before I can lash out my anger, Anoushka sits next to me.
"What's up? I can hear you across the room," she jokes. She ties her mouse brown hair into a bun and waits for an answer.
While Chris explains the situation again she thoughtfully eats her apple. "That was a bit unfair but he was right you know."
I release my reasons about why it was unfair and about half way through they burst out laughing.
"What is it?" I snap.
"Your... accent " Chris is in hysterics.
"What about it?!" My fury rises.
"It's Russian!" I grew up Siberia but got sent here but my accent is normal apart from when I'm angry.
Instead of answering back I glare at them. This reduces the laughter but still leaves smirks on their faces.
I enter just as my roommate Emma leaves.
"You're going to be late" She warns.
"As if I care."
"You might not but I don't want to be punished." And with that she leaves the room.
I take a quick shower and put on my most formal wear, which consist of slipping on non-gym wear and tying my long brown hair into a messy bun.
I arrive just in time, getting a few disapproving looks from the guardians, hopefully they'll forget about it later. We have set seating and I'm thankful I'm next to the back door, besides Chris.
As always they have been able to turn the simple boring commons into a fine dining area. There is white porcelain vases carefully placed on each table with roses arranged in them and perfectly folded napkins and…well, you get the idea.
Doors open and we all bow down on one knee apart from the guardians, and Queen Vasilisa comes in. Her head held high her blond hair being held in place by her crown. She walks fairly quickly through the dhampir section but talking to a few of my classmates and acknowledging others.
As she gets further along she talks longer and acknowledges more, especially to the Moroi who are taking combat lessons and offensive magic classes , as it is the tenth year that Moroi can take these classes, influenced by my mother.
Behind the queen comes a group of royals including, Prince Christian who walks directly behind the Queen. I try and recognise the other royals and when my gaze shifts back to the Prince. I find him looking at me. A flash of confusion is in his face and he falters but as quickly as it was there it is gone.
At the head table is sitting their two children Rhea who is in the last year of middle school and Lucas who just started middle school. They both looked as elegant as poised as their parents.
And right behind them the guardians. One guardian stood out for me tall, brown hair just like mine and brown eyes, Dimitri. My father.
My eyes follow him and stay focus on him. After a while I can't take it, it brings back to many bad memories. I don't even notice when the food is placed in front of me.
I only divert my gaze when Chris nudges and whispers. "Your food's getting cold". Even though I am starving the food makes me feel sick.
"You can have it," I reply and silently I slip out of the back door. The cold air is sharp and I welcome it. I walk over to an ancient oak tree and lean against it.
Sighing I try and figure out why I hate my father. I have lots of bad memories including him; that he'd left me and took me away from a family I never see, but he hasn't done anything horribly evil to me.
I hear a slight crack on the ice behind me, a sound caused by pressure; I turn round and come face to face with my father.
Time now to question my beliefs.
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