Fey Academy

Chapter 5

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I know that my weakness in writing is creating a character with a solid personality, and Liz's personality right now is all over the place, and David hasn't been in the storie enought to have a personality. If any of you fellow writers could give me some tips on what to do it would help so much.

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I look up at the ceiling. Its painted white, but I think it would be much prettier if it was pink, and had a blue swirly pattern on it. If it was like that I would get lost in it and never want to wake up on weekends. I would paint it myself so it turned out just the way I wanted it, and when I don’t want it I can change it. I’ll get a latter in here one day and spend it all painting. Afterwards I’ll sleep all day and get lost in the swirly patterns of my ceiling.

I know this is a strange way of distraction, but I don’t want to nor can I think about what happened. I woke up in my bed this morning in my nightgown, and it was dry. It was so real that I remember feeling the water under my feet, but so unreal that it had to be a dream. If it is a dream then why was I having it? Could it have been a hint to what happened to my parents that day? I lift my hand and start to draw swirls in the air. It was a dream. There isn’t another possibility. The fey in the crash too, that was my imagination.

I start to think about last night. After I tried to touch the fey I fell through the water, but there was someone there. I couldn’t see his face, but a hand reached out to catch me before I drowned. Their hand, what did it feel like? It was big and rough and strong, defiantly a man’s. He looked tall and had dark hair.

“He looked like David.” I start to blush. I’m so I love that he’s appearing in my dreams, and saving me from death at that. Looking over at my clock I see there’s still ten minutes till my alarm will go of. I’ve been sitting here for have and hour. I try to think about other things but my mind is stuck on that dream. Too many whys are floating around my head. Like this one for example, why was I thinking about the winter dorm when I fainted? I can’t answer this one or most of the others, but this one is bothering me the most. It almost as if I’m saying the winter dorm students is fey. It would make sense. They are much more handsome than most of the people I know, and actors too and they are known for their good looks. The winter dorm gets a lot of advantages over us the other dorm. The classrooms, dorms, and students hang outs, to name a few. And the way I couldn’t look away from David like I couldn’t look away from either fey was an awfully big coincidence if it was one at all.

“Iizz, wake up.” Trish stands over me and gets really close to my face. 

When I opened my eyes, which I like to keep close while thinking, “Person space, please.”

“Ok, Ok, now get ready. Have you tried on your uniform yet? Oh no, I forgot to get it with you. Hurry up, rush, if we don’t get it now, we’ll be late for period one.” After that I zoned her out. It is easier to get things done that way. Something I’ve noticed with Trish is that within one day of meeting her you feel like you know her. That’s how I feel now, and there’s nothing wrong with ignoring a friend when necessary. It should not be done often, but this is Trish we are talking about.

I quickly get ready, and then am forced to redo entirely my hair and put on some make up. This is because Trish didn’t think I looked presentable, I however the person in question thought I looked fine, and it was her who was in a rush not me. After that we rush to first period, for which we also had to get a schedule, almost late. Another thing I forgot to get yesterday, it appears. I had to be introduced in front of the class, and the same event happened for every class after that. I don’t like first days, I’ve decided. They are hard and full of embarrassment and getting lost. Not including my trice times getting lost the day before. I think it’s happened eight times today, one for each period. 

Something I have discovered about private schools is that while they hire teacher who know there subject, and there is no doubting that, they don’t look for the likeable qualities. Each and every one of them is old and has a monotone voice. I still have one last class to go to but I don’t have much hope. My next class is Math, it’s a subject I like, and I won’t be as bored as my other classes, but still.

As I walk in Trish whispers beside me, “This teacher is fun so don’t worry,”

“Did I look that bad?” I’m thankful; if she likes this teacher then I’m alright. The teacher looks like the type to have fun. She is young and energetic. Her hair is swept back in a lose bun and she is wearing a cute yellow dress, teacher appropriate of course. This will be a good class.

Before starting she comes up to me. “Welcome to math class. I will be your teacher Ms. Williams. If you have any questions just ask me.” I like her. I can tell that she is a good teacher. She starts the class. Unlike the other classes I’m paying attention in this one. My classmates are too, I can tell that by looking around the room. Ms. Williams is very animated, so much that I can’t help but laugh. She is telling us in a British accent how there is no swearing in triangle congruency. Then she stops. I look up from my notes to see why and she is staring out the window. I turn to see what and there the creature is again, dancing on the light. Other people are looking to but by their confused looks I can tell they don’t see it.

Third times the charm, I’m going to figure out this whole fey thing, and my first stop is the winter dorm. David, just you wait, because I know you’re involved in this and I will find out how. I get up out of my seat and walk out of the room. Everyone, classmates and teacher included, is staring as I indifferently walk out. They may be surprised but am determined and won’t take no for an answer. I hold up my head high as I go down the hallway, not fazed why I get lost, again. Before long I am at the hang out where I last saw him, and there he is standing alone.