Sight

Chapter 5

Headmistress Cortez and the guy on fire
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Words are going round and round in my head, spinning like a carousel, dizzying me to disorientation. I'm full of questions I want to ask but rather not hear the answers. I am afraid of the truth I would hear but at the same time I am itching to know all of them and I couldn't be more torn at the moment. My hands go over my head, giving myself a massage as I sit in Headmistress Cortez' office. Kane left me with her. She'll answer your questions, he whispered to me before we departed mere minutes ago.

Sighing, I take my eyes to look around; heavy hard bound books where perfectly lined in shelves according to their names and titles. Like the room I wake up in, it's also well decorated: assortment of couches are all over the place, dozens of paintings, portraits and pictures adorned the papered walls and trinkets of many kinds are spewed artistically everywhere. Somehow, all the pieces worked together, making it look perfect. It would be a nice reading place to spent in my usual afternoon. Sadly, it is too homey that makes me miss my home, my parents and my friends.

With a shake of my head, I grow conscious with the presence in front of me. To the headmistress who is busy studying my every movements, looking at me with such amusement. Her eyes glinting with something I cannot fathom, being so quiet, waiting for me to talk first. She is making me uneasy with all the staring that I divert my attention to the owl perched on the back of her chair. It is big with white feathers and round green eyes; looking at me deeply as if reading my thoughts.

"Don't your parents told you that it's not polite to stare?" Someone asks out of a sudden catching me off guard.

I look at my back but no one is there. Hives start to form in my arms. Besides me and the headmistress, there's no one else in the room. And the headmistress couldn't have asked it, she haven't even utter a word for about five minutes now since our arrival. Is she telepathic? I could easily believe any weirdness. A chuckle escape the headmistress' lips.

"Sorry, Arthur my owl doesn't want people to stare." My jaw drop open and my eyes widen in disbelief. Really? The owl is the telepathic one?

"The owl?" I repeat, speaking out my thought.

"Yes, so...um Mariah let's go to business." I nod, taking a cautionary look back at the owl. He is giving me the creeps. "Okay, you see I told you that this is a school of very talented kids. Like you--" She trails off. How I become talented? "You will be living here as well as attending the school. You are just a few weeks late so I know you can still catch up with the others. You can stay in the room you slept in. Here this your schedule but you can take this day off and start tomorrow." She hands me a piece of paper with my so called schedule.

I hold the piece of paper in my hand and study it.

Breakfast - 6am-8am

Demonology 101 - 8am-9am --St. Anthony( Mrs. Novaczheck )

Incantation and Divination - 10am-11am -- St . Mary of Nazareth (Mr. Gallows)

Binding and Significants - 11am-12nn -- St. Catherine's Hall (Mr. & Mrs. Solomon)

Lunch - 12nn-1pm

Pharmacology - 2pm-3pm -- St. Patrick (Mr. Black)

Specialty Training - 3pm-5pm St. Therese (Ms.Cortez)

Horticulture - 5pm-6pm -- St. Timothy (Ms. Meadows)

Dinner - 7pm-9pm

Lights out- 11pm

Nothing is normal with this schedule, I tell my self. And everything falls into a timely schedule, even the turning of lights. Making it full of bulls.