To Understand Her

C H A P T E R - I

Emery  - 

For someone who said she doesn't care about me she sure does an awful lot for me.

if I jumped out of the car now I wonder if they could catch me...

'out.' 

My eyes widened as I realised what she had said. Unbuckling my seatbelt I tore my glazed stare from my phone to look up past my cap. 

shit.

I sighed slowly closing my eyes again, seeing red. Did I really go this fucking insane? I turned to Caroline hinder, my case worker. sheeeesh. I turned back once I realised her stare was suggesting towards the prison.

 I opened my door and shut it with a sweet amount of force, turning to the boot of the car I grabbed my bags and pulled my cap and mask over my face so that all was visible was my eyes. 

my eyes. Rimmed with a midnight blue turning lighter and duller to a grey until it reached the caramel ring of my pupil. some would say they're green. some would say they're blue and some would say they're grey. but they only people that really saw them where now dead.

the last thing they see, my eyes.

when people look at me they don't expect to see those colours poured into my iris. I mean after all my 'mother' was Chinese while my 'father' was English. Hence why I Inherited bluebell eyes and not my mothers deep brown ones.

My mind being quickly drawn back to reality when I heard the clacking of heels across the gravel entrance. I looked up to see an old, tight faced lady who had reminded me of Professor Mcgonagall but with too much cheap botox. Her hair in a tight bun pulling her face back where the surgeons couldn't. 

Her tall stature was accompanied with brown heels, a long dark purple dress, a brown coat and some expensive looking bracelets dangling over her skeletal wrists surprising, honestly, that she could trust the students here to not steal her jewels.

I looked to her eyes and noticed that she had already dug deep into conversation with Miss Hinder. She took a quick glance at me and diverted her eyes back to my case worker. I rolled my eyes, I set down one of my bags to roll my shoulder, releasing the tension from my heave duffel bag. what the fuck did I pack??

After the two women had stopped talking the older lady cleared her throat and spoke in a rather well mannered voice.

'It's lovely to finally meet you Emery, my name is my Busswick and as you know by now I am the head of this facility.'

great. even she won't call it a school. I thought to myself, letting out a chuckle breathily. Smirking underneath my black mask. she continued on, 'You will be sharing a dorm room along with another one of our students here, I believe her name is Harper.' she paused looking down at an inked piece of paper. 'Ah yes, Harper lee. in dorm room 337 on the 4th floor.'

Looking back up so her eyes met mine she gave me a justified nod and handed me an A4 folder of paper. 'inside you will find your schedules, meal times and options, curfew hours, a map, restricted area, dress codes and a rule book. Now, once you settle down in your room I expect you to at least not set it alight, please.' 

She held my eye contact far longer than I would've allowed if it was anyone else before turning her head back to Miss Hinder and giving her a firm nod. Turning around and walking through the grand wooden doors. Sighing heavily I picked up my two-tonne duffel bag and walked through the doors behind her. 

I kept my eyes straight ahead. Aware of the human activity in the halls. In my peripheral vision however I could see people staring and starting to whisper into each others ears.

fuck off. I thought to them, rolling my eyes, people always have nothing going on in their lives so they resort to gossiping about bloody new kids. I scoffed before nodding my head down and closed my eyes before opening them back up to stare at my black boots accompanied with my light beige sweatpants and sweater, paired with my trusty long overcoat. 

I stood up straighter. Even at my height of 5'11 people still have to know to not. mess. with. me. As I lose sight of the corridors we enter a wooden spiral staircase, looking up I noticed the what looked like a never ending staircase. 

With each step we took I could hear the heaves and grudges exasperated my the women beside me. why don't you get a damn elevator if you can't walk up the stairs? Its your own school, just get an elevator. 

I sighed and continued my strides up the stairs till we reached the third exit. As we entered the hallway I could hear the muffled murmurs of people through their dorm rooms lined across each side of the hall.

I murmured under my breath the numbers on the odd number side of the hall,

'329, 331, 333, 335... 337....'  I paused. my room. The head wavered her bony hand over the lock as it's face lit up revealing a digital number pad.

Typing in the numbers 130747, she pressed enter and a faint click was wrung from the door as she pushed it open to reveal my 'lavish' room.

On one side was an empty singular bed, with an old dark wooden writing table facing the window. On the other side was a simple personalised version of my side with white bed sheets, a beige blanket, a black lamp and scatters of paper strewn across the table.

I threw my several bags onto the foot of my bed as I turned to my case worker and Miss Busswick.

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