Arria woke up early and I didn't. Crossing her arms looking at a shirtless and embarrassed me, and quickly groaned and stood up, apologizing for sleeping late. (Thinking about what happened last night makes me want to take a memory vial... if that still exists). I stumbled as I opened the bathroom door and finally charged into the shower. I knocked my head for any memories from last night, and I only remembered being slapped on the face. But I left the memory alone, and I turned the shower's knob.
I always thought I will fit in nicely at these normal schools. Expectedly, I do. As I took a step in the cracks of the floor of the school, they quickly stared at me and began to whisper and chuckle. I ignored them, taking Arria's arm and leaving Wayne freezing hand on the other. Tobias ran, looking for the toilet. And Omen, glaring at everyone's souls, so Arria quickly stopped her.
We're immediately escorted by Mr. Galah (who's giving suspicious looks to us and the students), inside the headmaster's office. The headmaster is looking tall and delightful. Wearing a proud grin, and a poor suit. I suddenly thought Mr. Galah will be disgusted. Expectedly, he did, as he wore a frown, and the headmaster invited us inside.
"We always welcome newcomers, especially from fancy England. Here are your classes, which supposed to be reserved for, recent dead children." I took it from his hand and saw two boys hugging on the profile, behind them is a hefty abstract statue.
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"Their deaths were just dreadful. That picture was taken a half year ago. When they went back, the statue broke its balance and broke the boys' necks. And I think they're gay. So now it's yours to take care of. You must not cut classes, or I'll cut your education." he grinned. "Good luck."
We left soon enough. "Avoid that headmaster of yours. He gives me the shivers. But I need to leave now. Good bye." He began to transform into a bird and flew away. Leaving us in the middle of the swarming crowd of body odour and glinting eyelashes.
"Maybe we obey his orders. That headmaster was giving me mysterious and creepy grins." said Arria. And I just nodded. "See ya." And she walked away.
We are apart. I have Normals History for first period. Every second, I think that instead of learning to be a full human, I can pick up the pieces of the war's aftermath they left. But no, this is some boring history, and I feel like turning the desk into paper already. But, no, now I'm chuckling. Some girls are passing notes and cackling as they receive them. Creepy girls, where's Arria?
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This was my idea. Now I'm having introduction jitters. And all I got to do is look what's below the school. And probably over it if necessary. But no, I need to speak most of the time too. I took a deep inhale and stared at my audience.
"My name is Arria Quach." I said proudly. "I'm 17 years old." I lied and rolled my eyes.
"I think we do not have enough information from you Miss Quach." said the professor chuckling. "Like, what's your thoughts on the town so far? Enjoyed the beach? Where did you come from?"
