~ ℒℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒾𝓈 ℬ𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒹 | ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕖 ~

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ | ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ

Your first day wasn't all that special. It mainly consisted of unpacking an settling in, since you got there at around two o'clock. It was Saturday, so you had one more day before your first ever classes would start, so you got to relax a bit and get to know the few other girls. But right now, you were unpacking. Your suitcase lay open on your bed, and you walked back and forth between it and the closet and dresser, hanging up your dresses and skirts and folding your shirts and pants, your shoes going at the bottom of the closet as well. Once you emptied that, you closed it back up and put it in the small closet area that was in your room, then moving onto your backpack, which held your more personal belongings.

Pictures of you and your friends, which you never got to say goodbye to....your "personal hygiene" stuff, as your mother called them, some books, your phone, charger, and headphones, laptop, and the single poster that used to hand on your wall at your old house, an old (your favorite band) one, which you placed on the wall, right above your nightstand. You stepped back with a smile, admiring your work. It wasn't much, but it was something, and that made you happy. So you placed your backpack in the other corner of the room in case you needed it again before returning to your bed and flopping down onto your back, feet swinging absentmindedly. So you were a witch, in a house of more witches, an eccentric old lady, and a pretty headmistress. Alright, cool, cool. You were ripped from your relatively normal, peaceful life, and brought to a huge mansion where you'd learn to control these new powers you had. Did I mention there was a pretty headmistress??

Before you could think too hard, a knock was heard on your door, and you called out "It's open," the person walking in soon after. Turning your head to the side, you smiled when you saw Myrtle, standing up and brushing off your dress slightly. "Hi Myrtle. Do you need me?" The woman shook her head, simply saying "Oh no, just wanted to make sure you got settled in alright. How are you feeling?" "I'm good. Tired and still kinda confused, but other than that it's okay." Myrtle smiled and nodded, clasping her gloved hands in front of her. With one last nod, she said "Well, dinner is at five, try not to be late, darling." and walked out.

You glanced over at the clock, which read just past quarter after three. You had more than enough time to rest, so you returned to your bed, grabbing your phone on the way there and flicking through your apps, considering which one to use. You finally settled on just YouTube, pulling up some music and turning up your volume, throwing the thing down next to you on the mattress as your music began to play, closing your eyes and leaning back with a small sigh.

Don't make me get violent
I want my ring back, baby, that's a diamond
You don't listen anyways, I'll be quiet
I don't really feel like fighting

Don't make me get violent

I want my ring back, baby, that's a diamond
You don't listen anyways, I'll be quietI don't really feel like fighting
Don't make me run away out the back door
I want my clothes back
You say you miss me, so then I drive back to you
I drive back to you
Petals off of flowers, did you ever really love me?
Now my nose is filled with powder
And I think that she's still lovely, oh no
She knows I'm a wreck
I gave you all my trust then I told you "Just don't break it"
I promise that I'll clean up and maybe we can make it
But no, I think we're both a mess
Don't make me run away out the back door
I want my clothes back
You say you miss me, so then I drive back to you
I drive back to you
Don't make me get violent
I want my ring back, baby, that's a diamond
You don't listen anyways, I'll be quiet
I don't really feel like fighting
Don't make me get violent
I want my ring back, baby, that's a diamond
You don't listen anyways, I'll be quiet
I don't really feel like fighting