FROM HELL

CHAPTER 1

I put my bleached blonde hair(a lame attempt to look like Lynn) in a perfect French braid. This was my everyday hairstyle. The first day or the last day of school or college will be the same. Not that I know anything. It's still my first day in college. But my agenda is still completely the same and solid.

No close friends.

No dates.

No relationships.

Don't be a loner(It will attract wrong attention which means bullies)

Maintain a low profile.

My complete agenda.
The hood of my baggy hoodie over my head check.
No makeup check.
Book bag check.
Black Lens on my eyes check.
All set. I slid out of my room to the common hall to find Lynn completely engaged with a young couple. Judging from the conversation I think they will be renting one of our cottages. That's how Lynn makes a living. She is the owner of this property and it has 12 separate and identical cottages. We live in the first cottage and the rest goes for rent. Being in front of the lake, this place attracts many tourists and couples.

Seeing me for the first time today Lynn looked at me from head to toe with complete disapproval plastered on her face. I shrugged at her. Not that I could dress like her wearing skin-fitting clothes that emphasize each one of her curves and ask for a low profile.

Seeing the defiant expression on my face Lynn sighed and said
"Ahh speak of the devil. Mr and Mrs Brooks meet my wonderful niece Robin. Robin this is Mr and Mrs Brooks they are going to be renting cottage no.5"
Lynn and I have no blood relationship but we go by aunt and niece around society. Of course, she has a mother figure for me but me calling her mom was something Lynn's dad objected to. He said: fake or real, a thing like you don't have the right to call my lovely daughter mom'. Oh, Lynn threw a fit after his show. That was fun. Like I would give a damn about that old fart face's opinion.

"Hii" I waved my hands awkwardly at the young couple who were studying me curiously.

"Hi to you too Robin. Call me Clair and this is Jack." Clair had brown eyes and brown hair and she was pretty. Jack just smiled at me, letting his wife do the talking. Smart guy. He was handsome too.

"Yeah. I need to go okay? First day to college and all"

"Oh. Good luck." I just smiled at her

"If it's fine I'll walk her out. It's such a big day for her" Lynn chimed in.
I snorted internally. As if anyone could deny beautiful women like her. She had a natural charisma to her. She had natural blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. Reaching something like 35 or most likely more Lynn looked like she's in her early 20's. Something about powerful witches aged slowly. Not that I understood witches or spells or their spooky voodoos. Anyway in the society of witches, Aunt was considered no.1 at her age. But now she is not in talking terms with her circle. Something about her seriously screwed up a spell. That's how she got me. Ironic isn't it? Her screwed-up spell opened a portal to another world and I came threw. Yup, I'm not just any freak. I'm an alien freak. Goody me!

These are just bits and pieces I heard from her and her dad. The old fart was opposite to her. A scary-looking man, 6 feet tall, and always looks at me like I'm some rabid dog. He visits once or twice a year. He lives as far away as possible. Said it's part of the plan. I think he hates me and doesn't want to do anything with me. Not that I want to do anything with him. So the feeling is mutual I guess. He advised on leaving me on the street or handing me over to the circle or the authority when I came through the portal and aunt was not having it. When things came to a point where he had to fight his only daughter to get me away from her. That's the day when Ian Bingsley chose to leave his circle. He expertly painted the situation like his daughter Evelynn Ian Bingsley ran away with her lover and he went after them with complete rage. I didn't know how he tricked a circle of witches. Hey, bits and pieces remember? So for Lynn's circle Lynn and her lover are in hiding and her dad is traveling around the world looking for them and both are off limits.

"Hey scared?" my train of thoughts came to a stop at Lynn's little voice. She looked worried.

"Nah I'll be fine. Judging from waiting guests, I'm guessing you are not driving me to college today as we planned, isn't it? So if I start walking now I won't be late"

"Walk? I thought you'd be giving my lovely Chevy a ride"

"Gosh, Lynn. That would be nice"

"Ya think, It would be the best ride you could ever get kid"

"Counting on it"

Lynn's truck was an old Chevy pickup truck. Even if it's old it was completely functioning and protected by dozens of wards Lynn put on it. So it's completely safe too.

Giving her a goodbye hug I took a beeline towards the truck. The ride was smooth and I parked it in the empty parking lot. I was by all means early. So I took my time walking to the reception. Collecting class schedules from an annoyed receptionist. My first class was empty when I got there. Other students where just started to fill the parking lot and most likely swarming into the reception annoying the receptionist more and more. It would be a hell of an event when she exploded or was she exploding every day in her house? If that's the case it would be some misfortuned family.
I took the back seat near the window so I could watch the weather and the other students coming in. The students were all the same, bossy beautiful girls that are likely candidates of bullies, girls overflowing with sweetness tsk, dump girls, boys trying to get the attention of the beautiful girls, gamers, completely supportive also overflowing with sweetness and some fanatics too. I spotted some nerds who I will be trying to hang out with. Even if they are nerdy they tend to be invisible sinking into their groups and that's what I need.

A few minutes later Mrs Benson came in and started her class and I as per routine placed my head on the table and started to sleep. No one in any of my classes ever noticed me sleeping. Yeah, Disturbing but pretty much my daily routine.

My blissful sleep was interrupted by the knock on the door. Mrs.Benson stopped her lecture to let the late student. In my sleepiness, I couldn't place what she said. She then pointed to the seat next to me. That was my cue to lift my head and study the student. He was handsome lean and tall and everything. He held the attention of everyone. He walked over and settled down on the seat next to me still holding the attention and the attention he brought with him was bound to slide over to me when people realized a person was sitting next to the new boy.
Damn it. So much for the low-profile thing.

"Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Nate" he said with a surprisingly deep and slight ascent. Hmmm, he would be great at singing.

I ignored his outstretched hands and glared at him but said
"Robin" and went back to my daily routine. Rude but he ruined my well-executed low profile plan.