Chapter 1

Hi my name is Tando. I am thirteen years old and am starting my education at Wattpad High. Wattpad High is a super exclusive boarding school located somewhere in first-world America. Here, aspiring writers learn the ins-and-outs of appeasing the vast internet audience, and I'm about to sta-

"No, no, no," I mumble, before deleting that statement from the blank document page.

It's true though, I am a new student at Wattpad High, and my first assignment is to write an introductory to myself. I sit at my computer screen, and turn around in my office swivel chair. I'd just finished unpacking, and having beat my roommate to the punch, I'd chosen the bed by the window looking out onto the courtyard. I hadn't packed a lot, besides claiming the desk that came with the dorm, my only other addition was a small bookshelf to the side of my bed filled with my favorite reads.

Another bed sits opposite the one I chose, the one for my roommate, who hasn't arrived yet. What would she be like? Would she be a giddy, fun-loving sidekick who'd quickly become my best friend? Or maybe a wild, raunchy counterpart who'd show me the fun side of life. Or maybe…

"Boom!" a female mid-pitched voice announces, as the door is slammed open.

I swerve around to find the most drop-dead gorgeous girl I've ever seen. With a stick-thin figure, professional makeup job, an outfit straight out of a Disney Channel sitcom, and dark salon quality tousled hair that would put the actresses on the CW to shame, she looks like she just stepped out of a Photoshopped cover of Seventeen.

She turns to me, "...what are you doing here?"

I'm practically speechless, but I manage to stutter, "Uhm...I'm your roommate."

Her stern scowl turns to a somewhat indifferent smile, "Oh...coolio," she extends her hand, and after some hesitation, I shake it, "my name's Mary. Nice to meet you."

Mary swivels around to face the dorm room, the plain beige walls contrasting perfectly against her dark hair and red ensemble. I admire her red and black plaid miniskirt. Where did she get that?

"Cool outfit, where'd you get it?" I ask.

Mary rolls her eyes, hopping down onto the unclaimed bed, "Ugh...look, I'm too lazy to actually describe it so...I'm just link a Polyvore, mkay?" She takes out her phone and punches something into it quickly.

My phone goes off, sitting on my desk next to computer, and I pick it up. Low and behold, she's sent a link, just as promised.

Okay...a bit rude, but expediency is one of the advantages of the modern world. But wait...something's wrong here…

"Hang on, how do you have my number?"

She giggles, "I just...do. I have a lot of things."

Trying to ignore how awkward that is, I glance around, and notice that Mary doesn't have any bags or luggage with her.

I ask her, "Uh...have your bags arrived yet?"

Mary perks up, "Oh, I almost forgot."

She snaps her fingers, and her side of the dorm is suddenly filled with trendy decorations, a full dresser, and a retro disco ball, which spins multi-colored lights from the center of the room.

My jaw drops, "Wha...wha...how…?"

"Did I not mention? I have omnipotent powers. I'm also a concert pianist and an oncologist," she announces nonchalantly.

I chuckle, unsure of whether or not she's joking, "Do you also speak six languages?"

"No...I speak all of them. 手掛かりをつかみます," Mary counters, placing her hands on her hips.

And of course, of all the languages she chooses, she goes with Japanese. I stare in both amazement and disbelief. Okay, this girl is highly talented, kind of scary, with inexplicable magical powers...I'm not sure if this is just normal everyday high school or something different entirely.

There's a knock at the door, just loud enough to be heard. Mary rolls her eyes, "God, that must be my cousin, Sue."

She gets up and answers the door, and the girl standing in the doorway is just as beautiful as Mary. She has straight mousy brown hair with perfectly combed bangs. Despite having bangs, her skin is flawless, if a little paler than Mary's. However, she doesn't seem to have picked up on Mary's fashion sense, as she sports a baggy, oversized sweatshirt and matching sweats. She's practically burying the bottom half of her head in her sweatshirt, and when she sees me, she jumps back.

"Wha-what's she doing here?!" a wispy, emotionless voice peeps out.

Mary points to me, "That's Tando, she's my roommate."

"How do you know my name?" I question again.

She blows a raspberry, "I told you silly, omnipotence. And don't mind Sue, she's shy. But we balance each other out," she turns back to her cousin, "so Sue, have you settled into your dorm?"

Sue shakes her head, "I...I tried, but my roommate is super, super mean and I...I just got so scared I left the room."

She gestures to directly behind her, and I lean over in my chair to find a small box of items on the floor behind her.

"No one messes with my cuz, who does this girl think she is?" Mary crosses her arms.

"I don't know...all I know is, I was unpacking when some guy came in, and he started talking to me for some weird reason. Then she came in...and got all mad...I don't know!" Sue covers her face with her oversized sweatshirt sleeves.

Mary grabs Sue by the arm, "C'mon, let's meet this witch...and you're coming too Tando!"

I bound up from my chair, "Uhm...why?"

"Because plot dictates it! Let's go!"