NEW HOME

I am running through my house dazed and confused, the walls seem to be breathing, the curtains curtains reach out wrapping themselves loosely around me attempting to lull me into an eternal sleep. As comforting as it seems right now I pull away and continue running down the corridor. Where are my parents? My brother? As much as he annoys me he doesn't deserve to die.

A crazed laughter comes from behind me, the malicious sound resounds all around me threatening to consume me with its darkness if I didn't move fast enough. The horrid sound is getting closer, I finally reach my destination. The top of the main stairs that lead to the front door. In a moment I will be away from the maniac chasing me.

unfortunately I am not fast enough. As my right foot descends on the first step below an ivory hand paler than my own shoots out and grabs my shoulder roughly. My assailant begins to turn me around. My heart is beating wildly, I can feel it has moved from my chest into my throat preventing the scream I could feel about to erupt and-

"Wednesday, wake up. We are nearly at our destination." the hand continued to shake me.

My eyes flew open at the sudden contact. I shrugged the hand away and glared at the woman who just interrupted my dreams. So that's where the hand had come from. The nightmare still had a small hold over me, my breathing was returning to normal but was a little strained. My hands were cold and clammy and I clenched them into my dress subtly as to not draw attention to my action.

"Wednesday? Are you ok?" asked the petite blond to my right.

"I'm fine." I responded as coolly as possible so she would stop interrogating me about my feelings. I wasn't in the mood to talk to her, she was the perky sort of person I just loathed, always happy for no reason.

"Before we get to Wammy's we need to discuss something." Mrs. Roux stated. Clearly trying to keep the dismay out of her voice that I cut her off before she could ask me any more personal questions.

"Like what?" what more could she tell me that she hadn't told me earlier before i fell asleep during our one way conversation.

"Your name, nobody at Wammy's uses their real names. Considering they are competing to be L's successor, so it's important to keep your identity secret."

"Am I allowed to chose my own name or do I get stuck with whatever the headmaster gives me?"

"No, you can pick one for yourself. Do you need time to think of one?"

"No, I already thought of one."

"And what would that be?" She seemed surprised that I had already come up with a substitute name so quickly. I smiled what kind of supposed genius would I be if I couldn't figure out something as trivial as a name?

"Violet."

"Well, Violet, I'm afraid that I have to let you meet the headmaster on your own." Mrs. Roux said apologetically as she stopped at a plain wooden door, with a faded gold plate that read HEADMASTER. "I would stay but I have some business to attend to." After a brief goodbye the annoyingly perky woman left me alone at the door.

I was glad that she was finally gone, I had begun to suspect that she was more than happy to leave me here to my own devices. I suddenly remembered that I was standing at the door staring blankly. Before I could think about what kind of person this headmaster was I knocked on the door.

"Come in." said who I assumed to be the headmaster.

I entered the office, it was unimpressive for the most part. There was a wide oak desk with a black leather chair and two smaller chairs placed in front. There was a single photo of two old men standing in front of the orphanage when it first opened.

An old man that resembled one of the men in the photo stood by the window as if contemplating a serious matter; or it could be how he always looked. He turned and addressed me for the first time.

"I trust that Mrs. Roux informed you about our policy on names?" the way he spoke suggested that he wasn't comfortable talking to children, which seemed out of place considering he ran an orphanage.

"She did."

"And what name did you choose?" I could tell that he was only asking so he could put it into his files not out of interest.

"Violet."

"Well then Violet, I will show you to your room so you can meet your roommate."

Roommate? I had to sleep in the same room with another person? This wasn't going to work out. I don't like sharing living space. What if I had the nightmare again? What if the girl was like that freakishly perky Mrs. Roux? I didn't think I could handle that. Well if it comes down to it I can always scare the shit out of the girl and get the room to myself.

I contemplated all of this as I followed the headmaster down a flight of stairs to the second floor. He stopped at a room halfway down the hall and knocked. The door opened to reveal a girl around my age wearing a light pink night dress and bunny slippers answered the door.

"Hello Roger did you need..." she stopped talking abruptly as she spotted me standing his left.

"Linda, this is your new roommate Violet." said Roger ignoring the girls horrified expression.

I walked past Linda into the room inspecting it.

With a reminder of the curfew for my sake he left leaving me alone with the girl. I walked over to my side of the room, which was by a window. Great the last thing I needed was a reminder of the nightmare from not even two hours ago. I was surprised to see that my things were already in place for me. I didn't remember bringing them with me.

"Breakfast is at 7 and classes begin at 8:30. You shouldn't be late. The teachers here are strict about that kind of thing."

"Right." I had forgotten Linda was in the room with me as I had spent my energy ignoring her. She gave me an odd look.

"What?" I said irritated it wasn't enough that I had to share a room with another person, but it had to be the personality I hated most. Girly, annoying, slightly bossy and was staring at me like I had sprouted tentacles. Not to mention all of the pink on her side. God how I hated that wretched color.

"." she stammered and quickly crawled into her pink comforter, her back to me.

I sighed and turned out the light next to me. I climbed into my bed and crossed my arms over my chest. Tomorrow is going to be an even longer day. I just hope Linda isn't in any of my classes.