House Of Anubis: House Of Secrets

New school, New Country

Jacqueline's POV

New School, New Country

You know that you've trained your dog's well when they are able to be your alarm clock. I was woken up by the blinding sun beaming out of my small bedroom window and my four huskies, Demon, Shadow, Diesel and Duchess running through the door. I was not looking forward to this morning at all. Today was the day that I have been dreading for months now. Today was the day that I was being shipped off to a boarding school in England. I looked towards my alarm clock seeing it was already 7. I gave my babies a quick scratch behind the ear then pushed the covers off, shivering at the cold.

I walked into the bathroom and applied my make-up which was a light layer of concealer to hide the traces of my lack of sleep, a light layer of foundation, eye-liner to my top and bottom waterline and liquid liner to the top lid and I formed a wing at the end and lastly a few coats of mascara. I have never liked people who feel the need to paint their faces with make-up, it just doesn't make any sense to me. Like I get that its people's choice to wear however much they want, but there's a difference between feeling confident and looking like an orange....

Once my make-up was done I curled my hair so that it fell in loose curls down my back. Last night I died my hair blue with lighter shade of blue and purple hi-lights with a small section of green at the front. I had my sister's clothes because this was their room when they were at the care home but I don't know why Dylan left her leather jacket because she loved it so much. I looked through the wardrobe and found a short black skater dress which came down to mid-thigh that had black laced flowers and Dylan's blue leather jacket along with her black Dr. Martens.

I was glad that the jacket was long sleeved because I don't like my arms, they have a lot of scars on them, some from glass objects that were thrown during fights and others I had caused, also it would hide the tattoos that are inked onto my arms. I put the necessary items into my blue satchel and headed down the stairs carrying my suitcase with my dogs following. "Oh dear, you look so much like Dylan." Said Hannah, she was one of the younger members' staff. Everyone knew not to mention Dylan's name around me otherwise all hell would break loose. "Thanks, well this is her stuff." I replied with a weak smile and said my goodbyes to everyone. I was not looking forward to moving but because most of my sisters go to that school, so the care home thought it would be a good idea to send me there.

To put it lightly the journey was I had was long and tiresome, I had to take to take an 8-hour plane ride with some little kid kicking the back of my seat and the train was damp and dead, only me and a few other passengers. The ride only lasted about 4 hours but to me it felt like a life time. I spent the entire journey listening to the songs that were on my IPod so I didn't feel as lonely. I didn't have to wait too long for my taxi to come, I was excited but I was also nervous and scared because I had never been this far away from care before.

I had only just arrived at the house where I would be staying for the year and something felt off. You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach, but you can't quite put your finger on it? Yeah that was what I was feeling. I was too busy staring at the place to even notice that the taxi driver had already brought my bags to the front entrance.

Now I am not the most athletic person, so trying to catch up with him was a struggle. I also might have forgotten to mention that I am not the most co-ordinated person, so me being me, I managed to bump into someone. I didn't really care to see who it was because chances of seeing them were slim to none.

Finally catching up to the taxi driver, I paid and thanked him and turned towards the door. It was an old wooden door with rustic features, it was beautiful in a creepy kind of way. You know in those creepy horror films were the door opens on its own and your yelling at the TV telling the stupid girl not to enter? Because you know she's probably gonna die. Yeah I was that girl, I wish I'd listened to the people on the other side of the TV.