Wicked.

Chapter 3

"Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome!"

Malcom: One more welcome and we start taking shots.

Olivia: Not in the hall!

Jackson: I'm in, but if we get caught it's on you!

Me: You didn't!

Malcom: I did!

I looked back at my skinny, curly haired friend Malcom with the same facial expression as the rest of my group of friends. His green eyes glimmered with glee and his healthy teeth shined.

Natalia: Why did you bring alcohol to school?

Olivia: Focus. She's talking!

"Welcome," – Malcom: one - "first years to St Letum Academy, The School For The Supernatural and Gifted.  I am the Head Mistress, Malama. Welcome!" -Jackson: two- "Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome," she giggled, radiating excited enthusiasm, "Welcome!"

Damon: How many was that?

Jackson: We're up to seven.

"This is our assembly hall where all our assemblies and meals will be held. Your compulsory schooling starts exactly at 8 am and will conclude at 1 pm. Those of you participating in extra classes, follow your schedule. Punctuality is essential to living a successful school life and order maintains peace." It was always weird hearing serious words come out in a bubbly voice. She bounced on her feet excitably making her cap flap. "We give our students here the opportunity to be individuals and mature so rule breaking will not be tolerated. Each student will receive a list of the school rules, their schedule and a courtesy conduct form each student must sign. All your belongings have been transported to your bedrooms with labelled beds."

I wish our school was like Hogwarts but it isn't. Our assembly hall looks similar with the stone walling and the candles on the wall but anything floating, hung on a rope and if you could see the sky, the roof is broken. What makes this sadder is your house is determined by a paper test of your morals you do with the entry exam. Not a talking hat.

"Which house you first years are in has already been decided, once this assembly has concluded, you will follow your House Head Prefects," and like they rehearsed, the prefects of each house stood up in one swift stance, "to your dormitory."

I looked down at my nails, finding them more interesting then what was happening when I felt someone looking at me. I looked up to see my best-friend Natalia staring at me from the front of the hall. She was like an albino, ginger haired bubble of sunshine. She stood proud and happy next to her boyfriend Ian. Erh! Ian. I don't know what she sees in him because I must be blind. But at the same time, they were literally hopeless without each other, but together, they conquered all. I smiled at her and she smiled back before turning towards the hall entrance so I followed her gaze.

That's when I saw him.

They all looked the same in their grey trousers and navy blazers. But he stood out for me. The tall one at the front with the lightly tanned skin and short nose. I think what got me was his soft charcoal haircut, styled in the cliché 'I play sports, hook up with chicks and I'm an asshole' way.

He was followed by his St Westhound entourage. He basked in their self-righteous glory. They always travelled in packs. It was the most annoying thing ever. They were like a testosterone fuelled pack of hormonal wolves endangering the species of the pussy. A/N: ;)

It was always a trap. The poor girls would get played and be heart broken when the so called 'love of their life' would leave.

Fortunately I'm prone to bullshite.