When I woke up, I thought that I was back at the orphanage, but after I blinked the sleep from my eyes and drowsily looked around, I realized that, unfortunately, yesterday had not just been some bizarre-o dream. Ugh. I stood up and stretched, and pulled my hair up in a ponytail. I didn't look like myself anymore, and it was more than just my features that had changed. In my now way to big eyes, there was a look of confirmation where once there was confusion, and my lips were pressed tightly together in an attempt to hide my fangs. It's weird having fangs. Before I walked downstairs, I sat down on my bed and silently began thinking. What horrors were waiting for me at this stupid school? Was there gonna be anybody nice there? Would I make some new friends? Who knew. I packed the book I had started reading into the large purse I had picked out last night, and marched downstairs.
Mrs. Cordelia was thumbing through a magazine, and Mr. Edmond sat beside her. She had her sunglasses back on. Sigh. I had thrown on the new outfit, and a little make up. I had the wooden sunglasses box in my pocket, just in case I needed them.
Breakfast was awkward and quiet, the little waiters that I supposed were gnomes scuttling around, eager to serve us. They were all short and wearing those pointed red hats, little white beards growing from their chins.
“Mrs. Cordelia?”
“Hmm? Oh, Aurelia dove. You can just call me Cordelia,” she said with a warm smile.
“Out of curiosity, what kind of job do you have?” I asked.
“I'm a fashion designer as in right now. I lived in the past that influences the clothes of today,” she said with a smile. “But, I haven't always been a fashion designer,” she added mysteriously.
“Really? What else have you been?” I asked curiously.
“A nurse, a waitress, a pilot, a model, and a dancer,” Cordelia said. “But, fashion designer has been my favorite so far,” she concluded.
“You were a pilot?” I asked, my eyes widening.
“It was a long time ago, dear,” she said, her eyes twinkling.
“Oh cool!” I said, looking down at the watch on my wrist. Forty minutes 'til school, and I figured we would have to fill out forms and talk to the principal. “Shouldn't we be on are way?”
“Oh, no dear! We can wait until right before class! I have a portal to the front of the school in the basement,” she said with a smile.
And then it was quiet again. About thirty minutes before class was to start, we headed down to the basement. The “portal” ended up being a door. When you stepped through it, it was like watching miles go by in just seconds, like fast forward on a movie. I could feel the wind tugging at my hair and clothes, like I was in one of those fair rides that spun around and were supposed to make you feel as if you were in space, but really just made you puke up your cotton candy. In about two minutes, we were there. The school was a large Greek style building, made of white stone with huge columns in the front. There was two smaller buildings on either side. One had a sign labeling it as the cafeteria, and the other as the gym.
Cordelia led me through the front door of the large main building, and strutted on up the hall until we reached the office. “This is as far as I can take you! I have a fashion meeting in two hours, and I have to go home and get ready! Bye bye dearie! Have fun,” she said, and before I could protest, she was gone, disappearing into thin air.
I closed my eyes and pulled my wall down. Nobody is here for me, just me. I can't let anybody hurt me, if there is anyone at this school who would. And of course there was, this was school. There was bound to be a bully or two.
