Valkyrie - The Vampire Princess

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

I arrived at my new school. I was carrying my new notebook and necessary objects for my first lesson for the day.

I walked through the school courtyard, which was immense. I noticed that every pupil stared at me. They most likely knew I was a freshman. I did not really want to make friends at this point as I wanted to be alone.

As soon as I entered into my classroom, I was introduced to all the students by the school mistress. I was already used to that kind of reception, since I attended several schools in several cities.

My classroom was small and there were only a few pupils. It was better that way. I kept to myself even with many people round me.

At the end of class, I walked slowly to the female toilet. I was menstruating and needed to check myself.

When I arrived at the bathroom door, I saw a girl from my class. She looked at herself in the mirror all the time, as she threw her hair from side to side, trying to look more beautiful.

I stopped looking at her as soon as I noticed she looked at me through the mirror. Then she turned to face me and said, "Hi, my name is Mirta."

"Hi... Mirta." I said in break in proceedings. I had no habit of making friends so rapid at school. Actually took several days to do that.

"What do you think of this school?" she asked me while she looked me over from head to foot. It was as if she thought I was not up to her style and fashion standard.

"... Ok..." I said what came in my mind. But I still looked confused at all. My timidity always made me act like this. I had no opinion why I was so timid in my entire life. I always wanted myself to be sociable with people.

"Let's be friends?" she asked me as she leapt for joy.

"Yes... sure!" Almost immediately I responded robotically. I did not know her well enough for us to be friends so fast. But it would be indelicate on my part, if I did not accept her friend request. Then was sure I should give a 'Yes'.

"Fine!" Mirta gave me a strong embrace, while she commemorated our friendship's beginning. I embraced her too.

"I like you!" In next to no time she confessed looking at my face. So I also looked at her. "You look sincere."

Her lips were so red. I believe she had retouched her lipstick. Mirta looked to take care of her appearance constantly.

"And I am sincere," Lastly I said and looked aside.

Mirta smiled again at me. "Me too, I hate falseness."

We left school together. She talked to me all the time. We had a chat about school and the people in that place, which of our teachers was fine and which was not, what was permitted in our school and who we should trust.

As soon as I came back home, I saw my mother was reading while lying down on the living- room couch as she was waiting for my return.

"How was school?" Presently she asked me with her curious eyes on me. I had hoped this from her. She always wanted to know about my school year.

"Great! There are only a few students in my school," Rapidly I said without complaint even though I confess I had attended some of the best schools.

My mother said as she closed her book and sat up. "It was like I had imagined..."

So I remembered to say her something one moment later. "I met a girl called 'Mirta'. She wants to be my friend."

My mother frowned at my direction. "I want to meet her."

I rolled my eyes as my mother remained looking at me. "Okay, sheriff, I'll bring her here."

For me it was no surprise my mother wanted to know her. She had always taken these precautions with regard to my friendships. She always wanted to be well aware that I was in good company.

Minutes later...

I took a warm bath and put on my comfortable clothes. I remained in my room for hours, writing down in my small diary about my first day in school. I had always been a solitary person. Therefore I had a habit of opening my heart to a piece of paper. I thought that was quite secure. I knew that those words would never go out there, except of course if someone read them.

I wrote about Mirta in my diary. I sensed that our friendship would be special and enduring...

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