A School with a Secret (ON HOLD)

Chapter 9: A Close Call

Victoria's point of view

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I was sleeping peacefully until I heard the smallest noise of a footstep. I snapped awake, I was still, not making a single movement. I waited until the thing sounded within reaching distance. I started to get scared, then I remembered that if it was a Night-walker, I couldn't be scared. If I was, no, if I was scared then- I'm not gonna finish that thought. At least, I was the one who had the actual element of surprise.

The creature took one more step than stopped. In a millisecond, I was twisted the arm close to the point of snapping. I looked up, my face showing no fear. I looked straight into the creature's eyes. It was only Rebekah. I loosed my grip, and let out a sigh, dropping my arm down by my side.

"Sorry," I said, "you frightened me."

     "Oops?" she replied.

I sighed again, my head resting on my hand, "What time is it?"

"10:25, why?" she answered.

     "Okay, now that I'm wide awake. Why don't we talk for a while? We just can't be loud." If we were too loud, the guards would notice and give us a detention ticket.

Rebekah walked to her bed and sat down, "ya, that sounds good."

     "Okay, so I am dying to know where you came from, so is everyone in the school." That was partly true, Angelica told me she was most likely a mortal. I also assumed that because of her lack of knowledge of the mythical world.

     "Um, I came from  about two hours from here, I had three siblings, Sammy, Jake, and Abby.  My parents are both very successful in their jobs, my life was perfect,  until I got an invitation to Wellor Academy. Don't get me wrong, you and  David and Beatrice, you all seem really nice but, I have just been so  confused ever since I got here. I saw fairies, then you said you never  had met me, and then, I-" she paused, "I see  something on the back of your neck. What is that by the way?"

     Wait! She remembered her first encounter with the fairies! What! I thought I cast the spell on her to pass out, then slipped a tad bit of memory loss potion and- wait a second! Rebekah must be immune.

"Oh! It's a tattoo," I lied, it was actually my mark. The spade for trickery, and the bubbles for potions. With my two specialties combined, it was quite easy and quick to cast the spell which made her unconscious. Then, to brew the memory loss potion, which apparently did nothing.

     "At fourteen/fifteen! There has to be more to the story?" She asked.

     "Well, I was abused  by my parents. I-uh- hated needles and I spilled my dad's beer, so he,  um, gave me a tattoo on the neck. Speaking of which, let me tell ya,  getting a tattoo on the neck hurts like hell!" Hopefully she bought it. If not, it would be difficult to explain.

She laughed quietly, "So, can I see it?"

She bought it, yes! That was a close call!

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Hope you liked Victoria's point of view. Thanks for reading.