A Hello Is A Goodbye In Hiding

Grand Bryani School Of Witches.

If you don't know me, I don't really know what to tell you. Some people would read the description of a book before reading, but for those who just jump right in...I'm one of those people. I'm Rein, that's what people call me though Rein is just one of my many nicknames. People called me Rein because I was always anti-social...kidding. I'm wasn't a subject of such bullying, they actually called me "Rein" because I had this whole "Rein of terror" phase going on. It started back in kindergarten, when I was in my "I Wouldn't Be Caught Dead Holding A Malibu Barbie." Phase. My real name is Trinity, but the only person who uses my birth name is my mom.

I'm a witch, and yes, we exist, and no, we don't turn people into frogs, or use poison apples, we don't even use wands. I hate how society portrays witches and warlocks in media, though I admit, I laughed a few times looking at The Wicked Witch Of The West from 'The Wizard Of Oz' . Most of the people I have met are witches, and I have only been to one human school in my life, and that was for Elementary School. Recently I've gotten into The Grand Bryani School Of Witches In Salem, even the title is fancy. I think the night I got the letter, I couldn't sleep. I can't say I was ecstatic, but I was at least pleased and happy.

Three Weeks Ago, In The Kitchen

"Mom, I got in." I announce as I approach my mother's office in our home. Our home is old, gothic of course, because that's how I was and am raised. I held a letter in my hands, using my free hand to tuck my short, jet-black hair out of my face. My jaw slightly opened as I stared at it. I got in. I cannot believe it.

"You got in?!" My mother practically spun around to face me in her black, leather chair. I sit in it sometimes, though I rather not to because it makes my legs sweaty, if I'm wearing my usual black or gray dress. Basically, I'm saying, I don't like it, in fact, I strongly dislike leather as a whole. Jackets, just anything that is leather.

"Yeah." I say, a strong smile approaching my pale face. My white teeth showing, I don't usually smile with my teeth, but something like this is a real reason to.

"I'm so proud of you!" My mom jumped up out of the chair so fast, the chair moved a bit. She wrapped her arms around me, into a hug. I chuckle and do the same to her, we're hugging. I love my mom's hugs, they're the best, they will always be the best.

Present time,

I think it is the right time to mention, Bryani is a boarding school, meaning I'd be away from my mom, my home, my secret hide-out in my room, everything, for a year....or whenever I leave Bryani for breaks. I'm a Junior, meaning I'm sixteen. Tomorrow is the day I leave. Leave for Bryani. I need to get some sleep. It's an hour drive and I have to be there by Seven.

I shut my laptop, my only source of light in my bedroom. "Why the hell am I writing basically a diary? Who knows." I think to myself. My room is pitch black, no such thing as a light right now. I fix my black, long-sleeved silk pajama shirt and pants. I slide out of my wooden-rolling chair. When I first got the chair, I got a fluffy dark blue pillow to put on the butt-part on the chair so my butt wouldn't hurt. Yes, that is how flat and hard, and don't take my words out of context, the chair is. I feel the cold-wooden floor through my socks. I refuse to take them off until right before bed, that's how cold my house can get on a regular night. "Phone.." I mumble as I walk to my nightstand, it's charging. I check the time, '1AM' it states, I set it back down. "Damn It." I mutter and sit on my bed. I take my hair-clip out from my head and let my hair fall down to my shoulders. My hair isn't that long. It's naturally wavy. I place the such clip, colored a checkered pattern of black and white, on my nightstand, next to my digital clock that's for decoration. I take my socks off, throwing them any where. Some people might think that I'm very clean based off of my personality, truth is, I'm messy when I want, especially when I'm tired. I lie down, head against my one, singular silk pillow. In reality, I have many different pillows of all colors, it's weird, really. I stare at the roof. I'm trying to get my mind off of tomorrow so I can get sleep. I'm staring at the place where I used to stick fake light-up star stickers. Those stuck so hard, when I tried to get them off, I broke a glue-on nail, now there's a scuff mark. My eyes flutter closed...."Just one night, one rest, before I'm there." I mumbled, dozing off.