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Mom: Have you had any more nightmares?
I hate how the thought of one of my nightmares causes my stomach to drop and waves of nausea to roll over me.
Me: No. Maybe being here will make them go away?
Even as I typed the words, I knew it was wishful thinking. My nightmares had plagued me for the last year and each time one occurred, they grew worse. There was really no rhyme or reason to them, and mom never seemed too concerned, but they terrified me to my very core.
Mom: Possibly. I’m excited for you to start your classes.
Me: Yeah, me, too.
I was totally lying.
Me: By the way, do you know anything about a missing girl?
I wait as I see the bubbles appear on my screen.
Mom: Missing girl?
I decided not to share what Candi told me last night. Maybe she was hazing me– trying to scare the new girl. I mean, wouldn’t my mom have been alerted to the fact that I was taking over a missing girls room?
Me: Just something I heard on the news. Must not be serious. Anyway, I will text later. Got to get ready.
I throw my phone onto the bed and sigh.
Sounds from our shared bathroom alert me that Candi must be getting ready. I wait for her to exit the bathroom and when she does, she barely acknowledges me.
“Good morning,” I say, trying to relieve some of the tension filling our room.
“Morning,” Candi grumbles, not even looking at me as she gathers her uniform and disappears into the closet.
Rolling my eyes, I ignore her attitude and just hope she isn’t a morning person and, hopefully, this isn’t her typical behavior. This could be a long year if she’s going to be grumpy every time we talk.
Throwing my covers off of me, I climb out of bed and head to the bathroom. I need to shower and get dressed so I can begin my day. Moving into the small bathroom, I quickly shower in the white tile shower and style my long, auburn hair in a high ponytail. My suitcase still sits below the window, unpacked as though I am prepared to make a quick exit from this place. For some reason, that thought sends a chill racing down my spine. The closet is beside the bathroom; and when I open the double doors, I am shocked by the rows of uniforms hanging in front of me. Honestly, I only expected one or two, but there are at least fifteen lined up in front of me.
I quickly put on the white, button down shirt, royal blue skirt, and black leather shoes. The white shirt has a gold emblem on the front, the school crest and it seems to glitter as I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror.
I don’t even look like myself anymore. My emerald green eyes seem to be brighter with the gold hews reflecting in them.
When I emerge again from the bathroom, the room is empty. A tick of pain hits me as I realize she left me and couldn’t even bother to wait for me. I guess Candi and I weren’t going to be friends.
Sighing, I gather my laptop and class schedule from the desk and then walk out into the hallway. Even in the morning, the halls are dimly lit with the sconces burning small light.
A few girls watch me as I pass them down the hall. I try to offer a smile, but they all seem to turn away from me. Looks like I won’t be getting any welcoming parties soon. I surely hope everyone here isn’t as moody as Candi, but I’m not getting my hopes up. I hear whispers follow me as I move further down the hallway. When I spot the staircase, I sigh in relief. Last night, I tried my best to pay attention to the route Candi took me on; but she moved so fast, I could hardly focus.
A girl with midnight black hair and yellow eyes, shoulders past me as I stand next to the staircase.
“Move,” she quips, almost knocking me over.
“Hey,” I yell, but instantly regret it.
The girl turns and those yellow eyes captivate me into silence. Her sharp jaw and strong facial features are striking. She hisses and throws a hand up, sharp nails extend in my direction. She’s only a few inches taller than my five-foot frame, but her toned arms and legs make her appear stronger and more agile than myself. Taking a step back, I almost let out a cry when another girl, this time one with bright red hair, moves next to me and laughs.
“Give it a rest,Stella,” she muses.
“Mind your own business,Kindle,” Stella hisses again.
I’m at a loss as I watch the two girls have a stand-off.
