Hey, guys! This is my first story on this account. I have another account but I'd like to start a story on the Winx Club. I'd be happy if you guys were supportive and well I hope you enjoy this! They're may be new characters coming in but I promise it won't be confusing!
Note: There will be only the characters Stella, Brandon, Bloom, Sky, Layla, and Flora. I don't want to add any more characters because it will get even more confused with the new characters I will add. And all the characters, in the beginning, don't know each other. All these characters come from all over the world people! Alternative universe! No powers, no princess stuff, nothing. And the characters might be OOC. I know this is hard to comprehend, but it will make sense!
Her hazel eyes narrowed and she walked past the seated people. She could've sworn there was a pair, if not more, of eyes that laid on her. Her cleanliness traits lead her to the back row of seats. Her instincts told her this was not what she wanted but it would just have to do. She gently placed her rather small Louis Vuitton luggage into her lap. She couldn't afford to get it dirty on this raggedy bus. As the bus started rolling, she sighed and watched in disgust as the old lady two seats diagonally in front her kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, giving a clear view of her panties. 'God, does she not realize her nephew is right there?' She looked out the window and her hazel eyes seemed to bore into slumber as she slept wondering why…
Her light eyes rested on her light blue shirt that was simply plain, as to be put. It had a slightly darker shade of blue and light pink glitter scattered in all sorts. The sleeves stopped at her elbows and had gold glitter on the cuffs. Her collar had diamonds placed on the edge and she seemed to think it was plain. Yes, plain. She dusted herself off and waited. Her delicate hands swept her red hair and she took out the instructions that were handed to her a few days back. She quickly skimmed it for the third time again that day and stood there. She ruffled her periwinkle blue skirt, seeing as though there was nothing else she could do. She took out a small headband from her handbag and swept it on top of her hair. Her well framed face brightened up and she took a French manicured nail to wipe off the excess "Crystal Pink" lip gloss. Her eyes seemed to widen as the old worn out thing came up. 'They actually call this transportation?' She climbed up the stair and went to the back, seeing as though the front seats were filled.
She ended up sitting next to a girl who seemed her same age and looked out the window, "Goodbye, Heatherfield." She knew where she was headed, hell.
The bus skidded to a halt and Stella's eyes bored open. Banners were on every corner of the building and she seemed to be amazed. The school was not at all like the bus they sent her.
"Welcome to Alfea College University," she repeated slowly. From then on, she took it all in and prepared for what was soon to come.
I know this was short but this was just a prologue. The rest will be longer, I hope! Please review and I will update asap. Thanks for reading!
