A song And A Dance

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Charms and Spell Casting University was known for its pure want from mortals who didn't possess anything that allowed them to attend this school.

I knew I was very different from a very young age, but I couldn't ever really put my finger on why that was. It wasn't until high school everyone really started to notice.

I was paler, thinner, almost sickly, jet black hair that hung halfway down my back in a V and dark brown eyes to match it.

I was the epitome of a walking dead girl. I say that because I'm immortal.

Not everyone at this school is, and if they knew I was they would probably hunt me down and demand I tell them how it happened. And I can reveal now, that I have absolutely no idea.

I guess I was just... born with it.

I figured it out after I went through high school middle school and elementary school 4 times before I started to look like my more teenage self, in truth I was over three decades old, but in the eyes of everyone else, it had been 18 years.

I looked as if I was fresh here, having just gotten out of high school for the very first time.

I had my earbuds in, my backpack slung over my shoulders. Thank goodness I had finally got here. There wasn't any more US History classes, or Living Environment, no, it was on to the college courses now.

Stepping inside my room for the first time after looking at just pictures online, I finally started to picture my personality coming to life before my very eyes.

I talked to myself the entire time I set up, "okay and this goes... here." I said as I hung up my Acrylia tapestry, focusing on the thumb tack with great precision, as before this final piece, I took the vacuum and sucked the air out of the back so it was flat against the wall.

My Frankenstein collection from restaurant released cups, to my own personalized sweats and hoodie and matching Converse, was set up on the left side of my room.

I made sure to put my desk and laptop there, because of the fact that I was most creative when I was lost in my fantasies.

I finished my decorating with my coffin shaped dresser to the right of the room, bedazzled with my 6 daily medications I took all separated neatly by day in my pill box, my lamp I had since I was an infant, and my current books on my reading list.

I always made sure I had something to do to occupy myself, as I was going to be on this planet for the rest of forever.

Or... until something ended...

But no, I couldn't think about that.

I was riding on the fact that because I had a bubble over me at all times, people couldn't sense that I was immortal.

It was invisible obviously, and very thin. If someone walked past me and brushed my arm in the hallway, all it would do is feel like air instead of my arm.

No suspicion arisen.

I wanted it as hidden as possible, as the one thing I was trying not to do, was stand out for any odd reason.