They're here...when are they going back?

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Christeen...

I was just getting out of the chemistry class. I am having a feeling that I might be failing everything this year. No matter how hard I try I just can't seem to concentrate on my classes. Not that I am literally failing, but today's test? Let's just say it wasn't the greatest I have ever had. Maybe it was because I wasn't able to study enough. After all, I was preparing for the arrival of the Paradise prep students. 

Which should be today, oh goodie. It's not that I am not excited to meet new people, but I am not in the best mood now. I am not sure why. Just in the morning, I felt so drained. As if I haven't slept in days. 

"Chris," A voice from behind me said causing me to stop in my track. The corridors of the school were particularly busy today. Everyone was in a fuss about the new arrival of the students. I turned around carefully to be met with Jane racing after me. Once she reached me she was panting from the run. She really should start exercising more.

"Woah, slow down. Where's the fire?" I asked jokingly. The joke had to be forced tho because I was in no way in a joking mood. I was far from it. Totally pissed at the whole world but I was not going to take it out on real-life people. Tonight I will sneak into the amphitheater and have a secret practice with the dummy there. The poor mindless thing will be destroyed mercilessly. 

"The bus..." Jane panted trying to stutter something out but so far what I got was her heavy breathing. Didn't figure much from that if I am being honest. 

"What with a bus? A bus is a vehicle used for transportation of a bigger group of people..." I tried with my definition of a bus but got cut off by Jane grabbing my hand. 

"Not just any bus. But the bus!"  She shrieked tugging on my hand after her every word as if that would make me understand what she wants. I used my other hand wrapping it around her wrist and also tugging down. 

"What fricking bus are we talking about?" I asked whilst mimicking her previous actions. Jane prayed her hand from my grasp. Rubbing the sore wrist that I have been holding. The look she was giving me told me that I was supposed to know what kind of bus she was talking about. But quite frankly my mind was absolutely blank. 

"The bus from Paradise Prep!" Jane said sternly. Oh, that's right that bus...and what with it? "It just arrived outside the school." As if answering my unasked question Jane spoke, her blue eyes boring intensively into my green ones. 

"So..." 

"That means you have to get there now!" Jane said as she started pushing me towards the gates of the school. I turned my head to look at her and ask something. "NOW!" She yelled pushing me forward even harder and faster. 

It took us only like three minutes till we made it outside the school where the well-known statue of the Beast stood, today it was in his human form. I guess no one was having fun with clapping today. 

Jane guided me all the way towards the parked up bus. It was purple with light blue stripes on the sides. Big silver letters spelling the name of the school were on both sides of the bus. Luckily the students were still piled up inside, not giving much effort to get out of the vehicle. Not that I mind since I am running late. 

There was no one here since we planned on just me being here to greet the transfers as to not freak them out with a big crowd. They will meet up with our King Ben and future Queen Mal at the lunch that is being held in Ben's castle. According to my information, Evie and Doug will be there too as well as Belle and Adam and Uma and Harry. Those last two will be attending for security measures. Harry is supposed to be here with me. Where is that rowdy pirate?

"Lookin' for meh, love?" A voice from behind me said causing both me and Jane to jump almost out of our skin. We spun around to see the cause of our freak out. There, behind us stood Harry. His dark red leather jacket slumped around his shoulders. The hook that he has from his father is one of the last things that he has, reminding him of his previous pirate look. His pirate's hat has been left abandoned in his room, not feeling like wearing it around anymore now that he has a new function.

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