Impress Your Partner

Chapter Seven

I'd love to tell you that I, Elsa Arendelle, had a perfect first day at Tellmore, but that'd be a huge lie.

The first sign that it just wasn't my day came when one of the pretty girls handing our flyers approached me. She was perky, wearing a bright pink shirt and a high ponytail.

"Hi! I'm Bridgette, and I'm here to ask if you'd like to come to our mixer! It's great opportunity to make new friends!" She stuffed a flyer into my hand.

"Uhm... thanks?" I stared dazed at the paper. It was written in an ineligible font, but I could make out something like 'band room' and what I hoped was a 7. Before I could ask, she hopped away.

Holding the paper and my guitar case, I continued walking toward the building.

Until I felt a small pressure in my back. A water balloon. Fortunately, it didn't explode on impact. No, instead it exploded as I picked it up and attempted to throw it back. The sleeve of my sweater was soaked.

Sighing, I ignored the laughing jocks. Luck just wasn't on my side today.

I passed a few tables, all displaying clubs or extra classes.

The first one was the drama club. It was apparently for people who wanted to put themselves out there a little more. I signed up immediately.

Next, there was an extra academics club. For those who, "wanted to keep the learning in school". I rushed past carefully.

The third one seemed to have a big crowd. Of course, one thing cane to mind. The a Capella group at our school. It was made up if people who liked Pitch Perfect, or gave into the hype. Again, I avoided it.

Fourth, was the obviously overly popular table. Sports. I rolled my eyes, thinking about when I'd possibly have time for that.

Eventually, I had signed up for a decent amount of clubs, including some electric instrument rehearsal thing, cooking, and softball. Then I went to the bulletin board right next to the table.

It was covered it loads of the same paper. It was the one you write any extra classes or courses you might take throughout the school year. Grabbing a sheet, I scanned over my options.

Vocals with Mr. Baratus? Check.

History of Dance with Mr. Island? No, thank you.

Private lessons with Ms. Trapp? Yep.

Audition Help with Mr. James? Please and thank you.

Jennifer's Math Help? Who's Jennifer? Nope.

Literature and other academics with Herbert Von Farroh? What, no.

I also signed up for some songwriting courses, an acting clinic, some theatre dance lessons, and was able to fit a special request.

Satisfied with my list, I stepped into the building.

The dorm building was... lacking, to say the least. The interior wall was a chipping white paint, covered in paintings of everyone that's ever become famous out of Tellmore. Some hardwood floors in desperate need of some TLC spanned across the narrow room. It almost reminded me of an office building.

I walked to the front desk, where a boy with dreadlocks thoughtfully read a book.

"Uhm, hello? I'm here to get my dorm assignment." I said shyly. He looked up, glancing at me up and down, before pulling out a list of names.

"Name?" He asked, sounding bored.

"Elsa Arendelle."

He scanned the list. "Yeah, no Elsa Arendelle on here."

"...what?"

"Do you have your letter?" I nodded. "Lemme see it."

He looked at it, smiled, and gave it back. "You're in the all exclusive program. Follow me."

He led me outside and around the building, where I saw a vast green yard concealed by a black, wrought iron fence. It was placed at the end of a long, cobblestone road.

I breathed out a gasp.

"Yeah, that's your place. If you've got a car, drive it to the gate. They'll let ya right in."

"Thanks.." I stopped, realizing I didn't know his name.

"Tyler." He smirked and stuck out his hand.

"Nice to meet you Tyler!" I shook it, hoping I had made a friend.

Hey! Should I  do a SYOC for this story? Comment!