Ally P.O.V.
Mira flew off claiming she was going to wait by the door for the other new arrivals. It was hilarious how embarrassed she got, but in all I honesty, I feel kind of bad for her. I know I’m going to be friends with both Mira and Julia but I know I’ll be closer to the latter. I have more things in common with her. Like we’re both dead.
“I got turned into a vampire pretty recently,” I find myself telling Julia as we walk. “It was my boyfriend who did it. He said he loved me and one day, he took me deep into the woods. That’s where he told me he loved me and that we could be together for all eternity, all of that Twilight crap. Then he bit me.”
I show her the bite mark in my neck and she asks, “What happened to him? Why wasn’t he sent here too?”
“He got staked a few days later when he went out hunting for food. Apparently he was being hunted himself.”
“I’m sorry,” Julia says sympathetically.
I shrug, “What can you do?”
“I could contact him,” she answers my rhetorical question.
“You can?”
“Ally, I’m dead. I’m an angel so I have special powers that allow me to speak to the dead. I’m like a necromancer with wings,” she smiles.
“So when can you do it?” I ask impatiently.
“Tonight if you’d like.”
I do something I nearly never do. I squeal and hug her tightly.
Liam P.O.V.
“So you can read minds?” Louis asks as Niall and I get a tour of the school.
“Yeah.”
“Quick, what are we thinking?” Louis says.
“Harry is thinking about his homework assignment, Louis you’re thinking about carrots, and Niall’s thinking about Julia,” I say quickly. The other two lads look at Niall quizzically.
“What?” the blonde turns lightly red. “Liam’s probably thinking about Miranda.”
Harry turns to me and asks, “Are you?”
“I guess,” I shrug. That was an understatement. I couldn’t get her cute blush out of my head. I hadn’t meant to embarrass her, but her reaction was adorable. I have her beautiful golden wings, which match her eyes, etched into my brain.
“Come on, mate,” Harry urges, “Tell us what you’re thinking.”
“She’s really pretty,” I admit.
Louis slaps my back and says, “First day here and already has a crush. Ah, young love.”
Niall and Harry laugh and I grin and roll my eyes. Louis is such an idiot! I met him less than an hour ago, but judging by his previous actions, statements, and thoughts, I’m correct.
Miranda P.O.V.
Two more arrivals enter with Uncle Si. Zayn and Francesca. Zayn has black hair that looks like it took hours to style, brown eyes, and a tattoo on his arm. He doesn’t look much older than Harry or Niall. The girl, Francesca, is Australian like me but has a Filipino background. Her silky dark brown hair just passes her shoulders and brown eyes, darker than Zayn’s. Francesca doesn’t seem nervous at all or upset that she was sent here. In fact, she’s bubbling with joy! Now this is my kind of person. Ally seems nice but more dark and quiet, like Julia.
“Hi, I’m Miranda,” I introduce myself for the umpteenth time today.
“I’m Francesca! Nice to meet you,” she grins.
“I’m Zayn,” Zayn says simply.
“So how old are you guys?” I start with my questions.
“I’m twenty,” Zayn answers monotone.
“I’m actually fourteen,” Francesca smiles.
“Seriously?” my mouth drops open. She’s taller than me by a lot. “I’m sixteen. It’s official, the world hates me!”
Francesca bursts out laughing, but I’m not joking.
“What are you guys?” I add, “I mean what’s your Gift?”
“I’m a witch,” Francesca says.
“I’m a shape shifter,” Zayn mutters.
“Really? What do you shift into?” Francesca asks with pure interest.
“Werewolf.”
“Cool,” I say, “As you guys can see, I’m a fairy.”
I fly above them as if to prove it before settling back on my feet. We talk about a bunch of different things, mostly me and Francesca. Zayn keeps quiet.
“Francesca, you’re going to room in corridor G-2,” I tell her. “I’m corridor G-3, room 6, in case you ever need me. Zayn you’re in corridor B-3. I’m not sure about your rooms though. You’ll have to ask someone about that.”
There are three corridors for boys and girls each. B-1 is for boys ten and under, B-2 is for eleven through fifteen, and B-3 is sixteen and up. It’s the same concept for the girls’ corridors.
I leave the two newbies at the hands of a kind teacher for assistance and go to my room. I open the door and find a slightly bigger room and an extra bed.
“Ally’s been put in our dorm room,” Julia says when I enter.
