Headmistress Help!

Chapter 1

        Eleanor wasn't entirely comfortable. She was sitting in the Grand Hall of God's Grace All Girls' Boarding School. There was over a thousand girls in the hall with her, not to mention the amount of teachers. It wasn't so much the amount of people with her that made her stomach churn, it was more the prospect that she was new. Along with about one hundred and fifty other girls, sure, but Eleanor had arrived late. Three weeks late. It was far too late - in her mind - to begin making friends. Everyone had their friend groups, had already asserted whether they were going to be the bitches or the nerds and probably wouldn't accept someone like Eleanor into their groups. Already, the poor girl felt miserable and isolated due to the nasty stares she was receiving. While everyone else listened to the Head House Matron talking about the rules, Eleanor was staring at her hands which were fidgeting nervously in her lap. Honestly if she had a choice to drop down dead, she would. She knew no one would miss her. Her parents had sent her here for reasons which they didn't explain to her. They were cold and cruel people. Eleanor hoped that the adults here would be nicer than that, but she didn't know about it anymore. When the Head House Matron mentioned that lights are to be out by nine thirty in the evening, she panicked slightly. That was another thing, Eleanor suffered terribly from nightmares. And she was petrified of the dark. This would prove to be a problem. It was very rare that she would have a peaceful nights' sleep and it was the time of the day in which she dreaded the most. She knew that she would be sharing a dorm with three other girls and they most likely wouldn't tolerate her screams for help. Her eyes blurred. All she wanted was someone to talk to, someone who would be able to stop her nightmares, to stop her self-loathing and low self-esteem, someone she could confide in and cuddle with. Eleanor was an extremely touchy person. She thrived on human contact, but she was petrified of people touching her. The only people she would let touch her were people she felt safe with and trusted. "Good morning everyone" a velvet soft voice projected through the Grand Hall. It caused Eleanor to look up. There was a woman standing in front of them and as Eleanor was practically a few rows from the front she could see the woman clearly. She was dressed in a crisp white Oxford button down with a few of the buttons undone which was tucked into a black pencil skirt which ended slightly above her knee, on her feet she had black high heels. She had long dark brown hair which was half pulled up and fell in gentle curls about her waist, a few strands of her bangs were loose and framing her face. "My name is Ms. Taylor," her velvety voice called. She had high cheekbones which matched her perfectly sculpted face. Her lips were full and had a slight pink tint to them. But that wasn't really what had captured Eleanor's attention most. It was Ms. Taylor's eyes. They were green. Pure green. Not hazel or a dull green, but a bright vivid green. They had to be contacts. There was absolutely no way that someone could have eyes that green for it to be natural. It was impossible. Ms. Taylor continued to speak, but Eleanor was lost. She knew the Head Mistress would never look at her twice, to hell with it she wouldn't even look at her once, but she had a small amount of hope that she would notice her. It didn't take long for Eleanor to realize that no one would notice her. She was a very small girl, standing at just under five foot and would easily be lost in crowds, she was very quiet, extremely shy and the only way you would notice her would be her hair. She had platinum blonde hair which she loved. It fell to her waist and it was naturally slightly curled. She had a side swept fringe which sometimes got in the way of her eyes. Which was one reason why she had been scared to look up. They were a very pale blue. And they changed color with her moods. She was different, and she had been brought up knowing that her entire life. She closed her eyes sadly.

When she reopened them, she got a shock. Ms. Taylor was looking directly at her. When their eyes met, Eleanor began to feel frightened and her eyes portrayed as such. She was so scared that the Head Mistress would reject her like everyone else would. She wasn't sure why it bothered her so much, but it did. Ms. Taylor gave a small smile and Eleanor responded out of instinct, smiling slightly back. Yet her eyes still portrayed her fear.