Dancing With The Dark

[1] Stressed UNEDITED

Brown orbs scanned the tall brick walls, the vines crawling up within the crevices where the cement lies, holding the bricks together to form the solid walls that surround the school, holding in those who attend Heatherdell High School. A soft, wispy sigh crept off of her throat, soft as a breath. She took her step forward, her black Vans clad feet carried her through the open automatic gate, that would apparently close as the first bell rang. The distant forms of different students in the distance, the coordinated clothing hiding the individuality, the only way they seemed to express themselves was through the bags they carried on their back day in and day out.

Vienna's teeth went straight to her lip, pulling at the flesh as she felt the sweat begin to crawl along the stretch of her back, and a light headache biting at her temples. Steadying her breathing, she tucked her head down behind her chocolate brown tresses, her eyes falling down to the pavement as she listened to the chatter surrounding her, the topics varying from school work to the local student party being held by some guy going by the name of James Garrison. All this chatter wasn't of interest to Vienna, as she took a sharp turn toward the student service office, clutching her bag like it was the machine keeping her heart pumping, her knuckles turning white against her lightly sun-kissed skin, credit toward her naturally tanned genetics. 

"Are you lost, madam?" A motherly, concerned voice stopped Vienna in her tracks, her eyes locked onto a pair of shiny black heels, the toes revealed to show off typical red painted nails. Vienna's gaze snapped up to the face of the lady who addressed her, taking in her features; she had her hair down and wavy, her features appeared kind and those green eyes were light and gentle. "I'm the transfer, could you please point me into the direction of the student service office?" Vienna asked, making sure to remain polite and to hide her nervous streak, it messed her up bad speaking to people she didn't know. 

"Of course! Keep going down this path and head toward that building over there, that's the student service office." With a bright, red lipped smile, the lady whom she presumed is a teacher, waltzed off toward the gate and those gentle green eyes quickly turned cold as she spotted kids out of school coordinated uniform.  Turning on her heel, Vienna hurried toward the student service office, once again ducking her head behind her messily styled hair and away from the prying gaze of the student body, who was curious to see the newest face to join their school.

Vienna glanced up at the supposed building that was the student service office, watching as a few students filed out and went on their way to see their friends or prepare for classes. Walking up the steps, Vienna chewed on her lip as her hand extended to touch the cool metal of the door handle. With a light tug and twist of her hand, she opened the door and walked thought the frame, her gaze taking in the colorfully decorated room with a dark maroon backwash. Her brown irises fell upon the desk, where a man sat typing on his computer, a phone at his ear propped up by his shoulder. Nervously, she walked toward the desk, tapping her fingers gently on the wooden edge as she glanced around herself, a way of calming herself down. Five things she could see, four things she could touch, three things she could hear, two things she could smell and one thing she could taste, a simple format to note her surroundings and make herself feel at ease.

The man looked up, his glasses sat on his slightly pointed nose as he placed the phone back into it's holder, a light smile playing at his lips. The man was elderly, past the age of fifty with light salt in his dark hair, which the hairline was receding on. "Can I help you, little miss?" He asked with a calm expression, his crowfeet becoming more prominent the more his lips curved up into a smile. It was contagious, causing Vienna to smile back at him, a feeling that she could trust this man running through her veins. "I'm the newest trans-" She was cut off as the man rose his hand, perhaps trying to be polite but Vienna couldn't help that hurtful emotion spreading across her chest, causing a lump to grow in her throat. "Say no more, little miss. Here is your timetable, a map of the school and a diary. Your homeroom is circled on the map." He chuckled and passed the mentioned items to her, before refocusing on his work.

Vienna forced a smile as she took the timetable, map and diary before she quickly turned on her heel and rushed out of the office, her gaze running over the map as she changed course toward the circled area, following the map step by step as the bell rung above her, her gaze switching toward it as it sat high upon a two story building. Shaking her head, she turned left and headed in the direction of her homeroom, and as she got closer she spotted a group of people lingering outside, waiting casually for the teacher to come by and open up the door. 

Biting her lip, Vienna moved in closer, before she stopped close by, poking at the ground with her right shoe, her eyes trained on the spot where the tip of her shoe would connect to the pavement, as she saw in the corner of her eye, the students standing and watching, whispering among each other about the girl who they've never seen before. Soon, the teacher walked up, her gentle, red lipped smile familiar as she opened up the room and walked in, holding the door open for the students to file in, finding their places where they preferred to be seated. 

With a soft sigh, Vienna walked in and sat in the corner, away from the rest of the student body, who were happily chatting among each other about their weekends. Their social circles seemed to be already formed, which was to be expected when coming into a school half way through a second term. Suddenly, a figure appeared right next to her, a beaming smile playing on her lips as she sat down, bright hazel eyes peering back at her as Vienna looked at the girl in confusion. "Hello, my name is Bianca, welcome to Heatherdell!" The auburn haired girl, Bianca, introduced herself and welcomed her to the school, and Vienna reluctantly turned to face her, plastering a smile onto her face like she was molding it out of clay. 

"Hey, I'm Vienna." 

Vienna is picture at the top! A special thank you to my good friend for giving me the confidence to post this, you know who you are boo, and I can't stress how much you mean to me. Thank you to whoever stumbles upon this wreck and decides to scroll through it out of boredom. I just needed somewhere to scribble down my story that I had come up with instead of just throwing it into a pile of stories I never got to put out due to my fear of more harsh criticism about the size of my chapters, despite the fact they were my first attempts at writing a book so I wasn't trying to write a novel in each chapter... This is my first book I'm going to try and finish without having a mental break down and discarding.