Bianca's POV

I woke to the sounds of gentle snoring all coming from the girls who shared my dorm. Why almost every one of them has to snore I really don't know but, you get used to it after a while.

You get used to the snoring, and you got used to the boring gray color of everything ( and, yes, I mean the food too) in St. Mary's Academy for Underprivileged Children .

This was our 6th boarding school in seven years. We had to keep moving from school to school all the time. I knew we were lucky though, since we had been left such a lot of money. I shudder to think what our lives would have been like had our parents been poor.

Why do we have to keep moving? Well, the fact that every school we've stayed at has been destroyed or attacked by strange men and women with an arsenal ranging from swords to bombs might have something to do with it. We'd been bombed at Rease's Academy (we'd been out that day though), chased by a very large man with a very large stick at Mr. Smith's , and so on and so forth.

But the scariest time by far had been at Bomburds Academy when a large man with sword ripped the door off the school and charged straight for the table Nico and I were sitting at. Nico had reacted on instinct by throwing his plastic spoon in the man's face. Nico was real proud of himself, but it scared me half to death since it only resulted in the man getting angrier and me getting a broken arm.

After my dorm mates got up we all got in our uniforms and headed to breakfast and our classes.

Later that day, I was sitting in my history class and praying for the miracle of dismissal, the door burst open and the school secretary strode in.

"Bianca di Angelo is needed in the principals office immediately." he said in his nasally little voice.

All of a sudden history class seemed like a great idea. This was not exactly the ending I'd been hoping for. Did Nico get in trouble again? What if he was hurt?

I really didn't want to go, but seeing as I had little choice in the matter, I crossed the room ignoring the whispered comments as I walked by.

It didn't take long to get to the principals office since it was such a small school. When I walked in I found Nico already seated in one of the chairs before the principals desk. He looked unharmed, but just about as worried as I felt. I took the remaining seat and turned to face him.

"What did you do?" I whispered furiously. I was about to give him the lecture but he interrupted me.

"I didn't do anything! I'm just as surprised as you are!" he replied in the same tone but a bit louder, because he's a lousy whisperer. I think he would have continued but he was cut off by the school principal.

" If you to are finished with your chatting I would like to get on with the point of this meeting!" she snapped.

The school principal was a large lady with a round, unpleasant face that perfectly set off her unpleasant personality perfectly. She wore a ill fitting, pink suit that looked as if it might burst from all the stress it was under. With the pink suit, round face, and beady eyes she reminded me of a very grumpy pig.

"This man," she said gesturing behind her " is here to do us the favor of ridding this school of you for good."

Now I recognized the man behind her as the lawyer who moved us from place to place whenever we needed to. Although I was confused as to why we were leaving, I can't say I was sad to leave St. Mary's.

So the man signed the papers and we followed him to his car.