"Beastella" Inst.7 : Winzlow Manor

"Miss Winzlow....... Miss Winzlow", a voice in Viktoria's bedroom sounded,with increasing volume. Vikki was deep into a 'r.e.m.' fantasy, before the voice woke her from dreamlands affixive lure. She was atop the lead float of a parade,waving her hand as royalty would, to her admiring minions below. It was 'Vikki Day' , so declared by President 'Dolt Shrubb IV' , a close friend of her fathers. As she stepped down from the float, a reporter approached her, microphone in hand. "Miss Winzlow, what does it feel like to have a day in your honour?" "Well, its about time", Vikki retorted. "About time, about time. Ooh, pretty me, pretty pretty Me", her Peruvian parrot 'Satay' was taunting her, as she spoke aloud,while dreaming. "Im so pretty, everybody wants to be like me. Crawrrk". Satay was not very fond of Viktoria, and enjoyed annoying her with the mantras Vikki spoke while gazing into her mirror. The bird began whistling loudly to waken her fully,Vikki's eyes were slowly adjusting to the light. "Why is it so F-ing bright in here?", she shouted, as she angrily marched over to her bedrooms intercom. "CarolAnn, get up here NOW!" , Vikki shouted into the machine. A moment later a yawning older woman meakly entered the room, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Yes, Miss Vikki", inquired CarolAnn Snodgrass,the girls nanny for the past year. "First of all, NEVER yawn in my presence, it offends me", snapped Vikki. "Explain to me why my curtains are open. Its 6am , you are not to open them until 7:37 am, whats wrong with you?" CarolAnn didnt know how to respond to the irrational teenagers accusations, at this hour of the morning,roused from sleep. "Miss Winzlow, i assure you i have been in my room, sleeping. I have not been in your room since yesterday afternoon", the nanny answered, wearily. "Well, maybe you did it while sleepwalking then. How careless you are becoming, leave my room, NOW", Vikki irrationally shouted, as she flung her pointed hand towards the door. CarolAnn nodded curtly as she silently exited the bedroom, knowing better than to further engage the teens terribly tempestuous tirades. She dug her hand into the left pocket of her robe, furiously rubbing her thumb on her 'stress stone'. Lately CarolAnn had taken to rubbing it until her thumb was almost raw,attempting to vent the anger the spoiled teen stirred within her. Were it not for being the sole provider to a six year old boy, she would have left this mansion of misery after her first week of employment. Ms. Snodgrass had attempted to turn in her resignation to Viktor, after a horrible first week as the new nanny. CarolAnn was the most recent in an endless series of nannies, the thought of going through countless interviews again, frustrated him to no end. The nanny just before CarolAnn lasted only three days before leaving, via ambulance. 'Bucca Grunda' was the unfortunate victim of Vikki's jaded sense of humour, since shortly after meeting her charge. Bucca was just slipping into her bed, after a frustrating first day. She felt something brush past her foot,retracting it,as she shrieked. Vikki had slipped one of her pet Malayan Garter Snakes into the nanny's sheets, after bathing it in olive oil. The next couple days led to more rotten pranks,ending with the worst shower Bucca had ever taken. In addition to her fondness for reptiles,Vikki had been quite taken with her Chemistry sets,for the past several years. She thought it would be funny to mix up an anti-hair tonic, to add into the nagging nannys hair conditioner. The blistered and chemically burned, bald scalp was anything but amusing to the shrieking, stout woman. On this morning, the culprit that did the taboo of opening the spoiled girls blinds was certainly not her nanny. Satay was growing more angry with each passing day, hating the prodding taunts of Vikki. She liked to slide a chopstick through his cage, trying to lure him onto it, then quickly yank it back out. Her raucous laughter that followed annoyed and humiliated him. Satay spent his solitude during her schoolday by devising a way out of his cage. He was getting sick on the diet of stale melba toast she threw onto his floor,every few days. The next time she tried to put nail polish on his beak, he might give in to temptation, and bite her finger. Satay had figured out how to not only undo and redo the latch on his cage, but also how to play a few pranks of his own. Every so often as Vikki slept, the parrot would stealthfully fly around the room , creating anonymous mischief. He operated the auto retract button for the drapes,slowly letting the bright rising sun stir Vikki into a premature start to her Monday. Satay snuck back into his cage, and began his morning mimicry of her dream spawned sleep talking. As she angrily arose,a smug Satay feigned sleep, content in his passive retalliation.