No. 52

Chapter 1

I didn’t want to be here. No kid should have to be here under these circumstances. Currently I was sitting in my new school’s counselor’s office while she printed out my new schedule.

“Wow,” she said in shock as she looked over my records. I looked up at her with my emotions hidden behind my golden brown orbs.

“Long way from home yeah?” she asked looking over her glasses. I nodded a little and tightened my small hands around the thick leather strap of my bag. She took a deep sigh and handed me my schedule.

“Here you go darling. If you need any help finding your classes there’s always someone willing to help,” she said giving me a warm smile. I mimicked her smile, pulling my lips upward and stood.

“Thank you,” I said in a soft voice, taking the paper and heading out. My eyes scanned the empty hallway then made their way down to my paper. The paper read 1st period Theatre Arts 1. A frown made its way to my face as I looked at the map of the school. It was the biggest school I’ve ever been to. My aunt warned me about it being about the size of a university but I never imagined it being this big.

Shakily, I began to walk down the halls. My eyes wondered nervously around the bright hallways shining in blue and silver paint. What if they don’t like me here? No, that is no way to think. It’s the first day of school for me. A fresh start and a new beginning. As for everyone else it was half way through the second semester. After about 15 minutes of searching, I found double doors labeled “THEARTE ARTS” in big bold letters. Slowly I took a steady breath in and pushed the doors open quietly.

Taking in my surroundings, I sort of gasped. Around me were rows and rows of cinema chairs, dim lights lining velvet colored walls.

“Ah! You must be Fae! Come on! Don’t be shy!” A man’s voice came from the huge stage in the front of the theatre. I looked to his direction. He was a tall, lanky man with jet black hair and big square glasses. Bright lights lit the stage magnificently, showing students sitting on blue chairs arranged in the middle of the stage. My feet stumbled a little as I made my way down the aisle and onto the stage.

“Now,” the professor said pulling me gently into the middle of the circle. 

“Class we have a new student, as you can see,” the professor said happily, gesturing to me. I bit the inside of my lip nervously, trying to take in all the new faces.

“I’m Mr. Stoke and these are all my lovely ducklings,” He said smiling again. The class laughed a little at his witty comment. I felt all of their eyes on me as I shifted around uncomfortably.

“Well, have a seat dearie and then we can play a fun little game to get to know you better,” he said gesturing to an empty seat next. Gladly, I put my bag down onto the wooden floor and took a seat.

Liam’s P.O.V:

She stood there in the middle of the circle awkwardly, looking at the ground. You could tell she was nervous by the way she was shaking. Something about her was very alluring.

“Well, have a seat dearie and then we can play a fun little game to get to know you better,” Mr. Stoke said over cheerfully, gesturing to an empty seat next to me. She nodded a little and took the seat next to me, relieved that she wasn’t in the spot light anymore. I studied her from the side, taking in every inch of her. Long Dark hair fell down her back in loose waves, also surrounding her face. Her pale skin showing off plump red lips. Everything was flawless. Her body slumped back into the chair shyly as she looked around with big golden brown eyes, long black lashes making her look even more innocent than I thought possible.

“Alrighty then. Now Fae, we have a tradition here in ‘drama’ class for new comers and here’s how it goes,” he paused for a minute to make sure she was paying following along