Swan's Secrets

Three

"Lera! Wait!" Mara calls out just as I grabbed an apple before leaving for school, turning around I look at her and the others who look up at me from the table "Please, have a proper meal with us"

"No"

"Look" Fabian says "we aren't like Patricia, she's just really worried about Joy and is unnecessarily taking her anger out on you" the others give Patricia a look.

"Actions speak louder than words" I tell them "and even if I did eat with you, Patricia will probably be a self absorbed narcissistic bitch the entire time—makes me wonder how any of you are friends with her" leaving the house, I eat the apple before opening the letter since I'm really curious.

Descendant of Isis. Pure of heart and clear of mind, through your blood will true immortality be achieved.

And this is the weirdest letter ever, maybe this was meant for someone else. But then again how many people's names are Leralynn? Less than one percent of the population? "Lera!" Looking over I see Fabian before me "Hey...um" I stare at him "could I" he motions "do you fancy a walk?" He stutters "me walking with you"

"Sure" nodding my head "how long have you gone to school here?"

"Since last year" he tells me "out of all the Houses, Anubis House is the best...so you have a sister?"

"Worse than Patricia" I tell him "twin sister. You know the whole notion of good twin and evil twin?" He nods his head "Bella's the evil one"

"I'm sorry" he says "to hear that"

Shrugging my shoulders "I manage"

"Parents?" He asks

"Divorced" I tell him "my dad lives in this small town called Forks"

"Forks?" He asks "like the kitchen utensil?"

Nodding my head letting out a laugh "Yeah, I always wondered why it was called that so I looked it up and turns out there are rivers that make it seem like a fork"

"Oh" he says

Shaking my head "Yeah, lamest thing ever to be told"

"No" shaking his head "no, it's just still processing a town being named after a kitchen utensil"

"What about you?" I ask

"My parents both work as history professors" he tells me "my mother in art and my father in medieval times" nodding my head "so, how old are you?"

"Fifteen" I answer "you?"

"Fifteen" he nods his head "look...we all feel really bad for not making this experience be better, don't drop out—if you want maybe you can switch houses but"

"No offense" I tell him "your really nice and all but even if I moved to another house, your friend Patricia probably turned the whole school against me" this is a small school, not like in Arizona where it was a public school. This is a private one "and I've already made up my mind"

"Well I truly am sorry about this" he says as we walk into the school. When I see Mr. Sweetie I go over to him.

"Mr. Sweetie?" I ask, he looks down at me "I was wondering if we could talk?" Looking at Mara "if your not busy"

"Of course" nodding his head "good day Mara"

"I know the scholarship" I tell him "means I'm here for a year but...I just want it to be the semester"