Eight teenagers find friendship in each other, after meeting at a boarding school in the elite town of MageTown. They are on the run from their pasts and in search of a new home. Will they be able to find it in each other, even though they are as di...
"I'm supposed to be confused, all alone in this new town. So confused, in fact, that I must, oh I must resort to the only help I can find— which just so happens to be offered by the most beautiful, intelligent, compassionate, capable boy in the entire town. Or girl.
"Just so long as they sweep me into the exhilarating whirlwind that will be my new life, here in MageTown, my new home. That's how I always imagined it at least. Because, according to the philosophy that's been getting me out of bed all throughout the year that's led up to this moment, if I can make new memories based off of a new identity, then maybe those memories can be strong enough to wash away the past. Maybe it will just disappear altogether.
"Unfortunately for me, the people in MageTown seem to be really caught up in their prejudices. Even more unfortunate is the fact that I only discovered this after having moved into my dorm. Moving into a dorm is a pretty permanent thing to do, if you hadn't realised. At least, for me it is, since I had to swear to my parents that I'd never regret this decision. So, here we are."
"Wow. Do you always talk like that?"
I bite the inside of my cheek. It's hard not to throw my face into a pillow and scream.
"Now now, I understand, it's just, you talk in some complicated sentences." the girl on my bed laughs, as if we've only been making small talk for the past half hour, "If it helps, you seem alright and I'm glad to have you as a roommate. I don't think you asked yet, but my name is Melanie."
After a moment, I sigh in defeat, sitting down on the bed next to her, and loosening my grip on the frustration that's been collecting inside me all throughout the day.
Melanie sits up on the bed, staring into my vanity mirror in front of her, and untying the pink laces that hold her two, curly black pigtails in place. Grabbing a soft, pink gloss from her bag, she puckers her lips and applies. After that, she begins to twist and tie again.
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"You never told me your name, stranger."
"Right. Well, I'm Dior Carmen. I must say, I feel slightly embarrassed, I've just been so angry since morning."
"Why is that?" Melanie asks, jumping to her feet (which I quickly manage to check for dust) and skipping over to the large window that lies over my bed, "I for one, came in this morning and got a look out my window. And my, oh, my. These luscious, rolling green hills. The misty, grey dew that lies over them. The deep green, pine scented trees, and the people— oh they dress so elegantly! They're all so rich!"
"Melanie, that's exactly the point." I sigh, making my way over to the other end, so that I too am gazing out the window.
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