Playing With Life: Sacrifice

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Alaska

The Witch: Unsure Introductions

“Hey, Is that the new girl?" I whispered to the girl sitting at the table next to me. She looked up from her phone, tucking a loose bit of her curly brown hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, her name is Morgane, or something like that anyway... Apparently she's slightly weird but I haven't actually spoken to her yet. She moved here from some posh area outside London but no one really knows why. I mean, there are a lot of rumours but I doubt that any of them are true..." I watched the new girl as she told me more about her and some of these rumours that people had been saying. All of them were ridiculous and obviously made up.

The girl wore the standard boring BirchField Community College dark grey blazer and rather ugly knee-length skirt. I would be glad when I could go to college next year and wear whatever I wanted. The girl's long black hair shone in the light, a contrast to her pale skin. She was quite short and didn't seem that weird to me. I actually felt sorry for her having to fight her way through the lies that surrounded her.

I raised my eyebrows to the girl next to me because really it all just sounded like nonsense to me. "I don't know, ask Lena if you want to know more but that's what she told me anyway."

"Yeah, well I guess we will soon get to find out what's just rumours and what's really the truth. I guess it would be exciting if some of them are true; nothing exciting ever happens here,"

"Yep, although apparently she's got a twin brother who according to Lena is 'the definition of hot'" she said enthusiastically yet slightly sarcastically to me, doing a terrible impression of Lena's rather strange German cross Welsh accent.

"Guinevere Rider! Put you phone away and stop talking!" the teacher's voice echoed across the room and the girl next to me cringed as the teacher used her full name.

Reluctantly, she put her phone into her blazer pocket. “It's Gwen!” She muttered angrily under her breath. Either Miss didn't hear or she was just ignoring her.

"Students, this is Morgane." she looked around the room, "you can sit there, next to Alaska" she told the girl, pointing to the empty seat next to me. I sighed, I had enjoyed not having to share a desk with anyone. But not wanting to seem unfriendly I moved all my stuff out the way as she walked over.

"Hey," I whispered as she sat down.

“Hi,” she replied nervously.

“So, what do you think of the school then?” I asked her once the teacher had finished explaining our task and let us get on with it.

“It's okay, I guess,” She replied quietly.

“Yeah, It's fine just don't get on the wrong side of that group of bitches over there,” I said looking over at a group of girls who were currently plastering their faces with way too much foundation and blusher while ignoring Miss' nagging comments.

“I don't think I want to!” Morgane looked over and laughed at my advice.

“Really, trust me, you don't. Ashleigh Martins is the worst of them, the others all just follow her,” I said, talking about the girl with bleached blonde hair and excessive fake eyelashes.

“Anything else I should probably know?” She asked, becoming less shy as we talked.

“Well, Gwen here is crazy, don't ever believe anything that Lena Collins says and, well, I'm me and depending on who you ask I'm either the best person ever or the worst...” I laughed, people often had very different views of me.

“That's good to know!” she laughed. After talking to her for just a few minuets I definitely didn't think she was weird.

“Are you going anywhere at Lunch?” I asked her as once this lesson had finished we were free from lessons for 40 minuets.