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I had and exited the room.
I looked around to see if anybody was coming, then I took out the blue satin dress from inside my purse (How did that get there?) and quickly repaired it with magic. It glowed a faint blue and it was quickly regenerating the missing parts of the dress. Only my sister and our children have and use magic and are allowed to view it being used. If humans were to see a magical creature, they would capture it and use it for their own personal gain. I would never allow that.
I took a peek at my silver wristwatch and it read five thirty-seven in the morning. “Ugh!” I groaned. Being married at fifteen and still going to school was making my life as a housewife extremely unsuccessful. Jason had taken me to a foreign country to marry and we married there.
I had my sister’s chauffeur drive me to school and I curtly thanked the driver with my sweet thank you I say whenever we arrive at the destination needed. Unfortunately, I was a foreign object to these children. I walked slowly, trying to absorb the adolescent air in the school. They gave me dirty looks and some even opened their mouths as they looked at me, completely in shock. As I entered one of the buildings, I felt their eyes make a metaphoric hole in the back of my head. I walked to a random student, a girl, for directions to room two hundred four and all she could do was stare at my “perfect and sexy features” as my sister calls them. I don’t agree with her though. I think I look like an Anime character wannabe. I shook my head and gave up after a few minutes and decided to find my own way to class. Earth and Space Science. Oh, joy…
I entered the classroom (I used magic to find it, using a tracking spell in my mind), where there were many round, black tables and a few desks for the people who didn’t fit in the tables. I sat in the table closest to the board and started my assignment, that was written on the board, not knowing what else to do.
Homeroom came quickly, though I was not paying much attention to the time. A girl with a long, curly ponytail and dark colored skin with a gray sweater had approached me and sat on one of the stools pertaining to this table. “Are you actually doing your work?” She asked with a mild incredulous tone.
I stopped working and looked up at her. “What else is there to do? Nothing. I can’t even draw, so what’s the point in resisting?” I said, my tone impassive. “What’s your name?” I said, a hidden spell in my words…
“Evelyn.” She said, the spell reacting inside her. “Though I have a lot of other nicknames.” She raised her eyebrow and wondered for a moment, then gave a normal expression again. “That’s some crazy color you have on your hair.”
“I don’t know about crazy. You seem crazy to me in my book.” I replied, a smile on my face. “Since when did frizzy ponytails come into style?” I joked.
She laughed briefly, but loudly. “Wow. Hey, what can you draw?” She said, looking over to see what I was doing. I assumed she saw my work already inside my folder.
“I told you, I can’t draw.” I said giggling, trying to hide my hysteria, “I can do just about anything else though.” I stopped laughing to look at her expression, which seemed distant. She was looking for someone…
“Gee… You’re… Really… Nice…” I saw the person she was looking for. A girl. She had nice looking glasses and she wore a black sweater with the zipper open and her navy blue polo shirt showed. Her hair and eyes looked dark brown until she gave me a dark glare. Her eyes looked black with malice now. I’ve lived in many previous human, so it didn’t affect me… much. She stared at me with such intensity, it would have frightened any normal human being. She gripped locks of her hair from both sides of her face and pulled it back behind her ears.
She got up from her seat, leaving her backpack and walked toward us with the same glare aimed at me, looking at me with intense hatred. Apparently, the girl didn’t like sharing friends.
“Hey,” She said with an acidic tone of anger seeping through her voice as she aimed it deliberately at me. “Who the hell are you?”
 Liliana Heron · Thu Nov 12, 2009 @ 01:32am · 0 Comments |
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