Huntshire Academy ✔️

THE WEIRD LOOK

The beeping of the small metal alarm clock that was just beside the lamplight was what woke me up that morning.
The sun was already up and it was warm, really warm. It caressed my skin as I sat up on a different texture of bed from what I was used to already.

"Rise and shine sleepy head" Chanita said sheepishly as she threw her pillow at me.
She looked better than I thought yesterday, her hair was jet black and it was shiny although it was rough. Her face was smooth and her cheekbones were high. She had dimples and she revealed her little, shiny teeth when she smiled at me. She had changed into her night wear and she still looked like a model that had just stepped off a sleek magazine.

"We need to get ready baby girl, school's starting in the next 30 mins. Oh, and also, Fred brought new clothes for you. You were asleep then so I went to get them. Go and shower, I'll prepare breakfast"

I stood up lazily, and went in the direction where Chanita had pointed, I stepped into the small, pink bathroom and took a hot shower.
When I came out, the smell of bacon had filled the air.

"Food's ready, take half, not more or else I'll gobble you" she added with a smile then teleported.
I went to the wardrobe on my part of the room and when I flung it open, lots of pretty dresses were there from Black, plain gowns, to tops of different colours and jeans of different colours, designs and shapes. Just below the clothes were footwears, mind blowing ones.

I wore a simple dress, a bright orange long sleeve that had the design of Fiona picking flowers, I wore those because they hid my bruises. I wore a blue jean and a nice looking sandal too. I didn't have a flair for fashion, not even the slightest. I wore clothes just to cover my nudity.

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Huntshire Academy was large but not as beautiful as I had expected. It looked like one of the castle of the kings of old that was converted into a school but hadn't been well groomed.
Students in diverse wears and of different races were present in the school, some with a backpack and a few others, holding their stuff in their hand but one guy amused me. His books were in the air following him but it seemed no one else was fascinated.

"Our classes have been made very very similar to each other's so that you won't feel alone" Chanita said with a grin.

Our first class was boring, very boring and so was every other one till the last period before.
Our teacher was a man probably in his early 40s. He was blonde and he had a potbelly too. He looked like a clown that had missed his way from a circus and found himself in my class.
It turned out he was our history teacher and as much as I tried paying attention to what he was saying, I just couldn't. My mind just kept on drifting off to Baxwood, my aunt and my cousin. The way my life had changed completely in three days and the weird encounters I knew were still coming.

The only thing I held on to when the class ended was that we are not humans, of course, we once were but our first ancestor was born with a genetic mutation when some things I didn't hear well happened.
The bell for break soon rang and students started leaving the class in loud chatters, murmurs and a few nudges.

Chanita came to seat on my desk and was telling me about the person we were going to meet in a few minutes but as I sat there, listening to her, I felt something weird, I turned to see the blonde, potbellied professor staring at me, when he realized that I had caught him, he silently left the room while scratching his hair with his fingers.