Needle In The Haystack

Am I In A Harry Potter Movie?

The flight was utterly traumatizing. Yes, it was my first time on a plane and I hope to never experience it again. It’s like hell with wings! People kept on staring at me awkwardly probably because I look like a boy while shrieking like a girl every time the plane shook even the slightest bit. An aggravated flight attendant at one point even had to come over and pry my hands off of the man next to me because I was holding onto him for dear life. Poor guy.

The taxi ride the rest of the way to Remington Academy was much better and I had to stop myself from kissing the ground once I stepped out. I’ve had enough transport for one day…or ever.

A man with dark grey hair in a navy blue suit greets me at the entrance. His charcoal eyes are fierce but strangely comforting as they bore into the center of my forehead.“Hello and welcome, I’m the Headmaster Remington. I presume you are Parker-Mae Atwood, am I correct?”

I gape at him. “Um, that’s me. But how did you know that I’m a…” I trail off, flabbergasted.

“Your father explained your situation to me, and because of your grades are the best in the entire school, we made a negotiation. If you succeed in keeping your grades at the top and continue to keep your identity concealed, you are welcome to attend my school.”

I nod as we enter the school building.

“Now, I must leave you but my assistant, Ms. Singleton, will show you to your room and inform you about our regulations. And before you ask, no she does not know about our agreement and it is to stay that way. Am I clear?”

“Crystal.”

Not a moment later, a woman with her brown hair in an unattractive bob walks towards me. “I’m Ms. Singleton, please follow me, Miss Atwood.” She says as I follow her out into the hall.

“At Remington Academy, we have numerous regulations that are imperative. Lights are out at ten on the weekdays and twelve on weekends. Cell phones are not to leave your rooms. Your uniform is to be worn during school hours.” She pauses by door 180.

“This is your room. Your roommate will be Trevor Brantley.” She heads off in the opposite directions without another word.

The room is spacious and inviting with its flavescent walls and wooden floors. Black beds are on each side of the window, along with two dressers, a towering bookshelf, and a glass desk beneath the window. Finally noticing the soreness in the hand that’s clutching my large suitcase, I fling it onto the bed on the right and it makes an “oomph” sound.

Mind-wandering back to Ms. Singleton’s extensive regulations speech, I recall her rambling on about how not to be tardy to diner.

“’Dinner will be served promptly at 5:00 in the Dinning Hall, which is located in the North Wing. Being Sunday, your meal should consist of baked potatoes, grilled chicken sautéed with garlic, and fruit salad.’”

Glancing at my cell phone, I gasp. It’s almost 5:00 now. Throwing open the door, I dash out into the hallway in search of the North Wing. What wing am I currently in anyway? “’The students’ dorms are located in the East Wing, the teachers and staff’s dorms are in the West Wing, and the headmaster’s office is in the South Wing.’” Ms. Singleton had said.

Minutes later I find myself staring at a room twenty times the size of my room, filled with students sitting at long tables like in Harry Potter. Intimidated, I turn away, ready to skip dinner, when a boy with tousled sandy colored hair and electric blue eyes saunters towards me, his hands thrust into his pockets.

“Hey, I’m Trevor Brantley, and you look lost.” He says, giving me a sly smile. Trevor Brantley. Isn’t that the name of the guy who is suppose to be my roommate?

“Parker Atwood. And I’m not lost, but it looks like I could if I go in there.” I retort, pointing at the Dinning Hall.

Trevor chuckles, looking completely relaxed. Oh yeah, he thinks I’m a guy. Maybe I should pretend he’s a girl or something. Nope, stupid idea. He’s definitely 100% guy.

“Come on.” He says and practically drags me over to where his friends are sitting. “Guys, introduce yourselves to my new roommate.” He orders them jokingly. How did he know that I am his roommate, I wonder.

“Hey, I’m Spencer Wilkins.” Says a guy with shaggy chestnut hair and hazel eyes.

“Aw, I wanted to introduce myself first, Spencer!” Says a cute boy with blonde hair like mine, and blue eyes. “I’m Nathan Walker.”

The last guy sits silently but then Spencer elbows him. “Ashton Daniels.” He’s tall and has dark spiky hair with dark green eyes. He’s incredibly hot.

“Um, I’m Parker.” Wow, smooth, Parker-Mae.

Trevor snickers from behind me and pushes me into an empty seat.

“We know.” They say simultaneously.