"I Dare you To Tell me": A Story of strange mishaps and Misconceptions. 'The International School for the Talented Arts is what they call it. I don't know why they would need to anyways. It seems like they completely flipped the place around. We're not here for showing off our skill anymore... then what is it? I just don't know. They've taken my heart, shred it to pieces, and gave it back like nothing. They've taken my mind and twisted it around. Who am I?

((This chapter has been revised slightly for more understanding ))


My nervous hands gripped the cold handle of the suitcase. "Sorella. Are you ready?" I asked, trying to cover up the wavering sound in my normally harsh voice. I could hear her faint mumble. Maybe she had waken up from a nap, just as I had. No memories were stationed in my mind at the moment. Right. We were accepted to this school. The damned orphanage couldn't wait to get rid of us. Those Jerks...

"Lovina! Are you okay? Lovina?" A sweet voice was prodding at me. My sister's.

"U-Uh. I'm fine... Let's just get our room number and go." I trailed off. I'm so stupid! I sound like a stumbling idiot. My feet were just as bad. Piled of snow layered up to my ankles. Ankles that were covered by thin stockings. I shuddered and snuggled into my scarf. Mmm... The small amount of warmth it gave me. It felt all the more welcoming and joyful. I jerked my suitcase along the snowy stone path. A lady turned around from her conversation. Wavy brown hair swayed beside white earmuffs.

"Hello. Welcome to the school. I'm Elizaveta, from Hungary. Also the Vice President. Let me give you your room number...It's quite cold out here, isn't it." She said. Her voice was firm, but was drenched in sugar. Like she had a rough but sweet personality. I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh. Hi. I'm Lovina Vargas. My sister is Felicia Vargas. We come from Italy." I said. I have to stay cautious. It's a strange school with strange people. I have to remind myself that.

"A Pleasure to meet you. Now 'Vargas'..." She answered, flipping through a small packet of papers. "Lovina, you have room 202. And Felicia, you have room 208. You have to go up to the second floor. Don't worry. There's people to help with your luggage. And down the hall to the right." A bright smile marked her face.

"Thank you Elizaveta!" My ever-so-cheery sister exclaimed, dragging me along to the beautiful building. The design was marvelous to say the least. And there must've been at least six floors. People looked around. People looked at each other. People looked at us. My nervousness hyped up, making me cower at the sharp blue eyes of a blond man who raised his eyebrows at us.

"Do you need any help?" He said, watching Felicia try to drag her suitcase up the stairs.

"No Shit, Sherlock." I mumbled, but immediately cringed when i saw the piercing eyes again. "J-just help her. I can take my own things upstairs." I stuttered again. Just how stupid am I! I have this bad habit... Of making myself look weak.

I pouted. Lifting up the heavy suitcase, I trudged my way upstairs. The steps were lined with strange markings and symbols. But it was rather magnificent. It just so happened that I was seen looking at the floor than ahead to where I was going. But who cares. It's not like I'm the only one who has seen the beauty.
It's a pretty weird school. A school that starts In November. It has no protection against the snow and has a very old design. And what's this about majors? Especially if its for music and stuff. I mean, i like to sing. It's fun and whatever. But having a whole day dedicated to that? I doubt that that's what I'm really here for- what ALL of us are really here for. There's something going on and it's super specially weird. Weird, I tell you. But It's not like anyone's listening.

"Because its all in my head."


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