The Pieces

Chapter 3

Skye stood at Creek Academy's registration desk, tapping her pale finger on the dark brown wood. The woman sitting at the desk's name was Mrs. Partin, and she wasn't doing a very good job of getting Skye her new timetable. The woman wasn't very old, maybe in her thirties, but she was slow- very, very slow. Skye slowly began narrowing her eyes in irritation at Mrs. Partin, but she knew that it wouldn't help in this situation.

Skye was looking around the bland and boring office, when she saw a boy who was passing by. He was handsome-to say the least.

He had chocolate brown hair, that swept in curls across his forehead, and big, mahogany brown eyes that almost matched the color of Mrs. Partin's desk. His face looked flawless, no blemishes whatsoever, and his features were perfectly positioned on his head. He was fairly tall, and he had a uniform on, which covered his probably well-muscled arms.

"Darn it, my first day here and I've already started breaking my own darn rules." Skye muttered angrily. Skye made a list of rules to follow when her brother died, and one of the rules was not to get interested in boys.

"What was that, hon?" Mrs. Partin queried, obviously faking interest while she slowly typed her class schedule.

Skye opened her mouth to respond sarcastically, but she heard a loud crash behind her. Mrs. Partin stood up quickly, and Skye whipped her head toward the noise. The handsome boy had fallen onto the marble tile.

At least Mrs. Partin can do one thing quickly, Skye thought to herself frustratedly.

Skye walked over to him and gathered his things, while he just sat on his butt and gawped at her. "Are you going to get up, or do you want to continue staring at me?" Skye sassily shoved his papers at him, and he snapped out of his daze.

"Uh, thank you..." He trailed off, discreetly asking for her name. He smiled, expecting the same reaction from her that he got from all girls. Skye almost told it to him, too, but she remembered that she had to give off a 'I don't care in the slightest' attitude.

"You'll know my name soon enough, pretty boy. That was smooth, but not smooth enough for me, though. See you in classes, clumsy." Skye walked away from the charmer, and snatched up her long-awaited timetable. She sashayed away, leaving both Mrs. Partin and the not-so-smooth boy to gape after her.

Skye rounded a corner, and pushed her back against the cold wall. She sighed heavily. She couldn't get involved with boys, no matter how much she wanted to. She made a promise to herself, and Skye didn't break promises.

Ever.

Skye just sighed once more, and pulled her timetable into view. Her dorm's room number was 602, and was on the third floor of the girl's housing unit.

After about half an hour of disappointment, getting lost, and searching for a building that seemed to have disappeared, Skye finally decided to ask for help. She usually repelled people with her icy glare, so finding someone to help would be quite difficult.

"Hey! You there!" The girl heard this and pointed her finger at her own face nervously. "Yes, you. Do you know where the girl dormitory is?"

"Y-yeah.."The girl pointed the direction of a house that Skye hadn't seen. "Right there..."

"Thanks, now scram." The girl gladly scurried away with a scared expression taking over her features.

Skye walked slowly to the dorm house, and stood in front of it, eyeing it viciously. She resented the pure fact that her parents made her attend this school.

"Maybe I'll just skip classes. Yeah, that'll show them that I don't care, and then I can go home." Skye muttered to herself, with an undertone of hopefulness.

She stepped into the building, and a cold breeze whipped her skin. She shivered from the new temperature, and shrugged on a black hoodie.

Skye looked around, only to see a room encased entirely by light brown wood. The wall panels were wide, and the color of dried mud, and the floors were hardwood; thin and cracked, also a color that should never have graced the earth. The desk was wooden, the chairs; wooden, and the stairs- also wooden. A tall, strawberry-blonde, fashionable woman made her way towards Skye. Her brown business suit matched the whole darn room.

"Hello, Ms. Adams! It's so nice to finally meet you! My name is Michelle, and you can come talk to me if you ever need to; I'm the guidance counselor. Anywho, here's your room key, have a nice day!" The speech sounded rehearsed, like she had said it many times, but Michelle had a friendly aura about her, and for some odd reason, she felt like the lady was a nice person. She took the key card from Michelle suspiciously, and gave a quick thanks.

People here were different. The principal, that handsome boy who fell, Michelle, they all acted differently to her than people had before.

If things were already feeling different at this school, then what would her future hold?