I woke up to Olive shaking my arm, I don't really remember how I fell asleep but I recollect feeling really comfortable. I was groggy and even when my position shifted I couldn't help my eyes to fall back down. Through the haze of wanting to sleep, I recognized the few words Olive was saying. He was saying something about food but I wasn't really hungry. I had already eaten two large meals yesterday and eating again made my stomach churn. 

Olive placed a hand at my back and guided me to the table, unsurprisingly after the events yesterday a couch pillow was placed upon my seat. Probably to level my height with the table and to talk more easily with everyone. I sat my bum on it without any complaint, for now at least.

My nose perked up trying to guess what the mystery breakfast was going to be. Even though I felt famished I have still held the sting of hunger in the pit of my stomach. It was foreign to me, I only eat dinner after all. What's even more foreign was this house, the small group of people, and the only teacher of the facility. I could tell they never expected me which I understand, small countryside village gets a new student in the only boarding school that holds four students, an extremely low chance of it happening, but it did. Maybe I was uninvited or they secretly had hate for me, for changing the life they were accustomed to. But I didn't get the same hateful vibe from them, or maybe they're just really good at acting, I'll never know. Olive is caring, Joel is playful, Iker is sweet, and Nasir seems to have trouble showing emotion but I think he's really kind. 

The charcoal smell of burning toast, the abrupt swish of a toaster, and sweet jams glided along my nose. It smelled really good and the previous loss of appetite no longer tickled my mind. Iker sat to my left and Nasir sat to my right just like they did yesterday. Joel and Olive sat in front of us while Mr. Zadoc sat at the end of the table. But Mr. Zadoc and Olive weren't there right now and I assumed they were in the kitchen. Iker hummed a tune and played on a Nintendo ds that I had seen many kids have at my old school play with. Joel had his face stuffed in his hands and appeared to be sleeping.

Before long I was entranced by the game Iker was playing. The magical color popped out onto the screen and some joyous game music accompanied the quiet table, from the corner of my eye I could see Nasir playing with a Rubix cube but the game held my attention the most. The character was a little red man with a hat and mustache, he wore blue overalls with a red shirt underneath and would occasionally say 'wahoo!' when jumping. This was much more interesting than the tv even if it was just jumping around, looking for clues, and the occasional fight with these animated turtles and mushrooms. 

Through my peripheral vision, I saw movement coming from the entrance of the kitchen and turned my head to peak at the food. My mouth watered as the smell grew closer and Olive placed plates on the table, all carrying delicious-looking toast. Iker and Nasir both got cherry toast? I thought it was some type of berry jam atop the bread but when the smell wafted my way I realized it was irony, it was warm jelly blood. Now I know what they are, definitely vampires. 

Olive was an elf, Joel a lion, Iker & Nasir vampires, and...I looked towards Mr. Zadoc as he walked into the dining room. I have yet to know what species the headmaster is but the way he carries himself and talks makes me think he's definitely strong and wise. The plate placed before me smelled like honey or wildflowers, although not maple syrup the jam still looked delicious. Olive had himself a more savory breakfast with avocado toast that was seasoned to perfection. While Joel had peanut butter toast. And finally, Mr. Zadoc sat down and clapped twice gathering the attention of the twins who were still insanely focused on what they were messing with than the food in front of them, and gave a small speech about eating and telling the twins to put their things away to not get them messy. Iker grumbled in discontent but put it away anyway along with Nasir who did so silently.

"I didn't know if you liked toast or this jam but assumed since you liked baked goods it would be okay, if you don't like it just tell me and I'll get you something else," Mr. Zadoc said. I hadn't yet tasted it however so I took a bite and my mouth was filled with a sweet luxury. "No thanks I like this," I calmly said shaking my head, Mr. Zadoc gave a smile purple eyes twinkling and began digging into what looked and smelled like blueberry jam toast. Toast was a common meal I ate for dinner, most of the time because it was cheap. But this toast was unlike the kind I had, it was usually barely toasted and the jam was always this soar berry spread that typically was scattered without care onto the loaf.

Breakfast was quickly eaten and I went to wash up respectively after cleaning my plate. I splashed my face with the cold sink water of my bathroom and stepped off the stool in reach for a soft white towel. I shouldn't have eaten the toast, I groaned on the inside at my poor choice of actions and my gluttony. My stomach was dancing and not in a good way. I rubbed my belly as if the stomach ache would go away and luckily it did for a while but came back every few seconds. I decided to distract myself with a book so I sat on my bed to read for a while and the stomach ache did eventually disappear but I was afraid if I moved it would come back again. 

A soft knock on my door caught my consideration and Mr. Zadoc stood with a friendly smile. "The doctors here for your checkup," he explained in a soft tone.  

It took me a while to realize I had forgotten about it, I guess breakfast made me empty in the head. I bookmarked my page and plopped out of the bed following behind Mr. Zadoc as he brought me to another room, apparently, it was a medical room but since there was no school nurse it was always empty but held and retained that of a school nurses vacancy. 

"This is Mrs. Day, she's the one who'll give you your checkup and the doctor for the boarding school," Mr. Zadoc introduced a small petite woman who looked particularly shy in Zadoc's presence. She looked nice enough and we both shook hands on equal terms but when her eyes came in contact with mine she seemed a bit dazed and stared at me for a long time without saying a word. I looked to Mr. Zadoc who just held a permanent smile, he wasn't helping, I have never been in this type of social situation, please help.

Then with no words exchanged she held her chin and bent down observing me more closely. "I thought he was 18 years old, did you lie?" She questioned quizzically.

I couldn't help the reddening of my cheeks at this common response that no matter how many times I have heard something like it, I could never cease the shame and embarrassment. 

"Haha, Mrs. Day, I assure you Burr is 18 years old, did you read his medical documents? I thought it was already transferred." 

Mrs. Day who was squinting her eyes brightened up and appeared to be enlightened. "I was just kidding around, sorry kid let's get the checkup done already~"

Mr. Zadoc left the room and I got my height and weight done. Then I sat where she placed me on a big long table that I had to use a stepping stool to climb upon. She checked my heartbeat with the cold thing and pressed my back and stomach with it as well. She then checked my eyes with a bright light, ears, nose, and even mouth. She then did this weird thing where I had to lay down and she lifted my shirt feeling around my stomach and pushing on certain parts which were really ticklish. I couldn't help the giggle that slipped here and there and she laughed too at my squeamish body movements. It was kinda like a form of torture, tickling felt like torture! I might be laughing but I'm dying inside!

Just when I thought it was done she held up a small cup, "Alright I need you to pee in this cup for me, and then I'll be taking some blood, then I'll ask some questions and you'll be all done!" She hurrayed in enthusiasm. 

I bitterly walked into the bathroom connected to the nurse's office and peed in the little cup which I placed in a wooden box where I was instructed to place it. I came out with few expectations for having my blood drawn. When I saw the needle glinting on the metal tray I instantly felt a foreboding feeling in the bit of my stomach. Mrs. Day somehow sensed the unease and gave a sweet smile, "I promise I won't let you feel anything don't worry."

Somehow that worried me more. I knew that time was ticking and eventually I'd have to walk those few steps back onto the long chair and take the shot like the 18 year old that I am. But I hate shots. My heart thumped and when I sat back down I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, my hands were even a bit shaky as the nurse cleaned my arm with some wet tissue that gave a medical smell, the needle came forward, I turned my head away, a slight pressure from her fingers on the spot above where she would place the needle made it all the more real, at this point I wasn't even breathing. Just then the door opened and Mr. Zadoc strode inside. He gave a warm smile, "are we all done?" Mrs. day happily perked up, "after these questioned we'll be all done Mr. Zadoc, it'll take five minutes tops."

What? Huh? I looked down at my arm and spotted a tiny circle bandaid with a yellow cartoon bird on it. Oh...I hadn't even realized she had taken my blood I was distracted when Mr.Zadoc suddenly came in, at least I didn't feel anything, so it was fine after all...

"Okay, I'll be waiting outside." I couldn't help but think his visit was a bit random and also very unusual timing. 

"let me put this sample up and I'll wrap this up." She left for only half a minute before she arrived again with a clipboard. 

"Let's go over the basics, are you allergic to anything since the last checkup? Medicines? Foods? fabrics? Or Metals?"

I shook my head. She asked me a few more questions like the first one before she went on to my bathroom visits, eating habits, hygiene, and liquid intake. It was difficult to answer them because I knew it wasn't normal to eat only one meal a day and I knew very well I didn't drink a whole lot because I just never felt thirsty. And as I was lying or at least trying to excuse my response or change the topic my fingers would fidget with my pant leg. She looked to give up after a while and asked a few more basic questions before marking my checkup officially over. 

I felt freed and only when Mr. Zadoc walked me to my room and told me lunch would be ready in two hours did I finally feel relieved. That somehow was really stressful. I held my still drumming heart and was suddenly overcome by a nauseating sensation. I held a hand to my mouth and ran to my bathroom throwing up the remnants of this morning's breakfast. 

I knew I shouldn't have eaten all that, moreover this was the outcome. The disgusting acid that burned my throat and ruined my appetite for the day made me want to puke all over again. I gagged but nothing came out and I seemed to have nothing left. I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead shakily. 

This is scary, I want Olive. Tears glided down my cheeks and my eyes drooped with a heavy feeling, before I knew it I was a little bear on my bathroom floor wiggling my way out from the pieces of my clothing.

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A/N- yay an update~