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The doors I was leaning against as I tried to get my book out of my bag swung open, sending me falling backwards and landing on my butt, my face no doubt scrunching up in a very unattractive way. So much for a good impression. Everyone in the class had stopped whatever it was they were doing to stare at me. Perfect. Ignoring the looks some of the girls were giving me (let's just say "if looks could kill"), I grabbed my things from the floor before continuing forward to the front desk. There was no teacher present, so I just assumed I could take a seat, and did so by choosing one in the back row where nobody was seated. At least none of the snobby girls could glare at me without being totally noticeable. However, they seemed to manage perfectly fine. I could tell they get a lot of practice.
There was something off about this class room, I realised as I took a quick look around, trying to distinguish what type of social status this school holds. Some of the students where tall, pale-not to mention the girls had no curves-and sat near the front in groups. The rest-not much-took up the back, not a girl among them. They were shorter, rounder and looked like normal people, unlike the paler kids. Huh?
Shaking my head to clear the weird thoughts from my mind, I started drawing in the front of my book while I waited for the teacher to return. A little while into the lesson, after the teacher had come back-not caring to introduce or acknowledge me-and set us to work, there was a mutter behind me and the shuffling of feet. I thought I was in the back row… Adverting my eyes slightly, not wanting to be caught, I notice something I hadn't notice when I walked up the aisle, mainly because my head was pointing towards the floor, but how could I not have noticed this? Four tall guys were standing along the back wall, hidden in the shadows the light from the windows couldn't reach. All of them were wearing black slacks and a white button down shirt, and none of them seemed to move, they were too focused on something. Deciding I didn't want to get in trouble on my first day-let alone in front of everyone-I decided to wait until class finished before asking them what they are doing.
When that time finally came, I suddenly felt nervous, unsure as to whether I should already know why they are there. Nevertheless, my legs dragged me the opposite way from the door that everybody was filing out of. At first none of the men noticed I was standing before them until one looked down and coughed, gaining the others attentions.
Here goes nothing. 'Hay, no offence, I'm new, but what are you guys standing back here for? Are youse part of the class? Teacher aids?' Yeah, cause four totally hot, well-muscled guys are teacher aids.
Before any of them could react, a light voice spoke up from behind me, sounding scared. The voice was so light and child like that I instantly felt protective of the person, and that feeling only intensified when I turned to face the girl. She was tall, towering over my five foot seven, with platinum blood hair. Her smile lit up her face, making her big, jade green eyes sparkle.
'Hi, I'm Lissa.'
'Rose,' was all I responded with. Was she in my class? I hadn't noticed her.
I saw hesitation in her eyes as she debated whether or not to ask me something. Eventually, though, she spoke again.
'I was wondering if you wanted someone to show you around. This school in kind of big, and sometimes there are people who…Yeah. Oh-and we have a lot of out of bounds areas, too.'
Believe me, I know. On arrival to this creepy boarding school, I was given a list of rules and regulations, which I had politely ignored. 'Uh, sure. Yeah. Just let me find out why these people,' gesturing behind me, 'are watching the whole class. So far it seems for no reason.'
Lissa's face scrunched up in confusion, humour deep in her eyes. 'You are joking, right?'
'No, I swear-.' But I was cut off by a high pitched voice yelling Lissa's name.
'Lissa! We are going to be late!' When the tiny girl I could see at the door way saw me standing next to Lissa, she reddened, stomping over to us, her blond locks bouncing. How old was this girl? She looked twelve. 'Explain to me why you are socializing with this Djampir?' Her eyes looked me up and down and I suddenly had to feeling to smash her face into the nearest desk.
Before I could act on that feeling, though, one of the men behind me spoke up. 'I believe Mia was correct, Princess, you will be late to class if you do not hurry.'
Princess? Before I could react in any way, Lissa promised to find me at lunch, than left with a very annoyed looking Mia.
Whirling around, I address the guy that spoke. 'What did you just call her?' A freaking Princess, Rose, you heard it perfectly clear.
The guy with shoulder length brown hair talked again, this time making me think he was from Russia. His accent was so hot. 'Princess, of course.'
'Why-.'
'Rosemarie Hathaway!'
For fuck sake! How many times am I going to get interrupted in this school? Obviously people cannot tell when someone is having a conversation.
Irritated, I said, 'What?' Not my smartest moment ever. My teacher, Stan I think his name was, was glowering at me from the front of the class.
'I have no clue as to why you are still here, and I don't care. Go to your next class and stop talking to the Guardians, they are on duty,' he added sternly, pointing towards the door.
Guar-what? Did he just say…Blinking a few times, I stepped back, giving the four guys along the wall a once over-my eyes lingering on the hot Russian guy a little longer than the others-before rushing out to my next class.
Thanks mum; you sure do know how to pick the best boarding school in the state. The moment i get access to the internet, I am so messaging her to get me the hell out of this place full of crazy. And it wasn't even my first day yet!