Fey Academy

Chapter 2

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“YOU MUST BE LIZZ! MY NAME IS TRISH. I AM YOUR ROOM MATE.” My new roommate screams. I am surprised, I could tell she was bubbly from her jumping, but how she can create such a load noise from such a tine body is hard to tell. I walk towards her so that she won’t yell at me again.

“My name is Lizzabeth.” I say to her, quick and simple.

Trish starts going off, just like I expected her to, “Well as you know this is Fey Academy. It was said to be created for the use of Fey but when they went extinct the head master had to use humans. Now 50 years later this school is one of the top in the country, as you can see its history played a huge part in it. And no I don’t mean that the fey exists, I mean that because of its long history and the mystery surrounding this school it has drawn a lot of attention. I’ll tell you all about it later. Come with me I’ll show you around.” 

Trish leads me to the building right in front of us and hands me a map. Even after the huge speech she just gave me she still looks extremely excited. “This is the main school building; I’ll show you the inside tomorrow on your first day. To the right is our library. It has a whole building dedicated towards it, kind of nerdy right. Behind the school are our sports fields, and a small building to go with it. We have our own pool too. Oh and to the left are the two dorms. Now this needs some explaining.” 

She finally took a breath but I have a feeling she will start up soon. I have decided I really like this girl. I know I’m not very talkative myself, and she will fill up that space. So far this school is impressive, as I had thought. They library is definitely one of the places that I would like to visit. This is about as much thinking I can get in between Trish’s breaths.

“So, as I was saying we have two dorms here. The winter dorm, which consists of all the hottest, sexiest, smartest, most athletic, students here at the Academy, and … the other dorm, we my friend are part of that other dorm. Let me tell you, if you get any hint by the fact that this dorm doesn’t even have a name, we are inferior to the winter dorm. We don’t talk to them. We don’t sit with them at lunch. We don’t share homework with them or ask for homework from them. We don’t even share classes with them. We can look all we want, but we can’t touch.”

This has caught my interest. I force my way into the conversation, “Isn’t that kind of,” I pause to think of a word, “Racist.” That is not the right word, but I can’t think of a better one at the moment.

“Well, that’s just the way it is. Anyway, the king of all the boys in the knight dorm is David, Alexander, Knightly.” The way she says it sighting after every name, she has got a crush. “He is perfect in every way possible and available too. Sadly I have no hope with him. We have no hope with him. You just don’t get it every girl in this school wants him. We know he won’t go for other dorm student like us. You won’t get it until you see him. That’s it.”

Trish even more hyper than she was before grabs my hand and pulls me into the lessons building. She then starts to explain what she is doing. “Winter dorm students have lectures instead of actual classes. Cool isn’t it. It makes it seem all professional and preppy. If we are quite enough we can sneak in. Come on.” Doesn’t going to an academy make you preppy? There aren’t many schools with the privilege to be called an Academy.

I am starting to feel wary. Sneaking in somewhere isn’t what I had wanted to do on my first day here. Trish pulls me through the school. It is intimidation, like what I’d imagine a catholic school to look like. This is a private school too, so I can see why it’s intimidation as well. As she pulls farther the building starts to look older. It doesn’t look old, as if it’s tired, but as if it is wise. The walls seem like they were built hundreds of years ago, but they look as new as if they were built yesterday. The winter dorm has more advantages over us than I had thought. Are their dorm rooms nicer to? If I were to guess, I would say they each had their own, spacious room, with a bathroom.

Now I’m using Trish’s way of referring to them vs. us. She really dose grow on a person. I think I’ve known her for less than an hour. She is strangely quiet. I look at her to see what has happened. She looks tense. Is it because this is winter dorm territory? I start to speak, “Trish what…” She frantically puts her finger to her lips and shakes her head, no. She mouths the words, don’t speak. Why can’t I speak? What’s so different about the winter dorm students? I haven’t met any yet, but a human is a human.

We walk up to a big ornate double door. It has no handles so I have to push at to get it to open. While I do this Trish looks scared. It was her idea to come here, and now it looks like I’m the one who pushed her to do it. My curiosity for the winter dorm grows stronger. I finally get the door to budge. It is quite heave for a door. I peek in before it is fully open to get a glimpse at what I am dealing with. As if their aura had all collected in the room, it flowed out right at me. Even words can’t describe this moment. My eyes wander over the crowd. They are sitting in what looks to be a college class room, having a lecture, like Trish had said. It’s a circular room like the congress meeting room, but more impressive, filled with at least a hundred students. They each have a presence as big as a politician. All this putt together, the massive room holding perfect beings, I think I’m looking at heaven. This must be what Michelangelo saw when he painted at the Sistine chapel. I stand there in awe and can’t move for what feels like hours. I could spend hours looking at them.

My eyes scan the room. They fall on the teacher at the front of the room pointing to the chalk board. I can faintly hear him over my minds voice. He is talking about physics, or calculus or some other sort of higher math. If I were to continue with the religious connections, he would be Jesus, or maybe even god. He has black hair softly frames his face. His eyes are mesmerizing. They are green. I don’t think I have ever seen green eyes before. His lips… No I can’t fantasize. I don’t even know the guy and he's a teacher. I want to fantasize and I still only looking at his face. If I go lower, how will my heart react to that? Teacher Lizz teacher. You can't do this. He is older, and teaching the winter dorm.

I try to hear his voice again but he is no longer speaking. He turns his head to the door that I am looking through. Can he see me? I start to get nervous. What if he thinks I am a stalker? I’ve only been looking at him for a few moments. I can’t be classified as a stalker. All these thoughts disperse when our eyes lock. His green eyes sparkle, and I think I see a hint of a smile, and a light blush spreads across my face. Should I even be doing this? He probably isn’t even looking at me? No. No Lizzabeth this is wrong. Stop this right now. But I don’t want to stop. My breathing starts to synchronize with his. I don’t know how I know, but somehow I do. This can’t be possible, were so far away from each other. 

He starts to move off the stage. He is coming this way. What should I do? Before I can think about what to do I run.