My Haunted School

Chapter 1

The glorious sun shone through the dormitory windows. I turned over to face the wall, but suddenly remembered that today was the day! I got out of bed and rushed to the washroom. I jumped into the shower, and started thinking about this decision I had made. I was going to live in this school for my whole college life. Well, not really since I had only joined in the second year. Anyways, I would be right here, in the famous 100-year-old School of Arts!

After I completed my morning routine, I went down to the school bakery and sat in a quiet corner. There were different students in the bakery, who had come from different backgrounds. However, we all shared the same dream- to end up in the Arts industry. I was soon joined by two students. One of them had brown hair with light brown tips, and was wearing a white tunic with denim shorts. The other had chest length blue, silver and purple hair and was wearing a hoodie with the slogan "Imperfect" on it, and was wearing a pair of leggings.

"Hi! I'm Eleanor! What's your name?" the brunette asked.
"I'm Shir-"
"I'm Giselle!" the hooded girl said.
"I'm Shirley," I finally replied.
"I guess we should eat first if we still want to get to class on time," Eleanor suggested.

After gobbling down a muffin, Eleanor, Giselle, and I went to the school building and looked for the class list. The class list looked a bit like the one below.

Eleanor, Shirley , Bryan, Lewis Room 259
Andrew, Natalie, Vera, Russell Room 257
Betty, Chris, Olivia, Giselle Room 255

     Eleanor showed me the way my locker, where I put down my bag and binders. After that, we walked straight to class. Which thankfully, had a vending machine near it. The two front seats were taken, so Eleanor and I had to sit at the back. Which meant that the air conditioning unit would be right above our heads. I looked at the classroom. The walls were plain white, the floor was wood-grained, so altogether, the room was pretty plain.  However, there was one thing that caught my eye, and that was the boy across the room. He had brown hair, that reached down to his chin, and long bangs covered his left eye. His skin was a little pale , and his eyes seemed to be almond shaped with brown pupils.

Just as I was about to turn around to face Eleanor, I heard a voice that sounded like it was coming from an old man.

"Class, today we would be learning about..." the voice said.

I turned around, and immediately saw an old but healthy looking old man. His glasses rested on his slightly flat nose bridge. I listened to his seminar, but could not stop looking at the face of the boy. After an hour, the lecturer finally stopped his long speech about Japanese hand drawn storyboards. Eleanor and I walked out of the room, but as soon as we made our way out, Eleanor burst out into fits of giggles.

" Senpai Bryan, please notice me!" She said in a fake dreamy voice, while putting her hands on her chest.

     " Seriously? Are you flipping serious?!" I asked angrily, but I knew that Eleanor had not meant any hurt feelings.