To try to get rid of confusion, this is in Sahlia's first person. Sorry for the mistakes.
Feel free to Critique/Review/Flame.
I'm lost in a maze, desperately searching for a way out. I don't know where to turn or what to do. I don't believe it was the smartest idea to then be sent here, but what can I do?
I took a deep breath, pushing the old, rusty gate open enough for me to slide through. It squeaked loudly, making me cringe a little. I stared at the building I would soon walk into, wondering why I'd wanted to come to one of these in my younger years. Of course, that was before he'd ruined everything. Before that awful flesh-eating tree he'd created had made my parents it's lunch, leaving me alone in this dark world. Thank god it finally withered and died before the rest of my village had met the same fate. After that, they didn't know what to do with me, so after living with the old lady for a while, I'd been transported here... To boarding school.
The outside of the place reminded me of an old castle with it's stained walls and stone gargoyles. Wisteria was tangled around several crumbling pillars and across the eastern walls. It was obviously religious in some way, much to my dismay; I'd never believed in any god and I wasn't intending on starting any time soon. Not that I'd really have much of a choice if they forced me to.
The windows were small circles and ovals, each one illustrated with different religious images. The front doors were made of a fine maghony and were arched, iron bars nailed to them in some sort of pattern. Slowly, I forced myself to trudge towards them doors and knock on them with my brusied knuckles. The bruising is another story, one that will probably come up later.
A fragile, elderly woman answered the door, a huge beam etched on her wrinkled face. Her silvery hair was scrunched into a bun, and her eyes danced as though they belonged to a much younger woman. I easily guessed that she was the school's vicar by the clothes she wore. She bowed her head, thanking god as she let me in. I felt angry words longing to be spoken, but I supressed them, not wanting to hurt this woman's feelings.
"Wait on that chair for a while dear, whilst I get the person you'll be needing." She mumbled, wandering through a doorway. I stared at the antique looking chair, feeling it looked much too holy for me. Perching myself on a wooden stool instead, I waited anxiously for whoever it was I needed, wondering if my suitcases and possessions had already arrived.
Sorry, it's short! Oh, and Happy Halloween everyone:D
I might be working on several other things tonight since it's only 9pm, and I will never sleep tonight because I don't want tomorrow to come. Oh, and for anyone that read my old, unfinished fanfic 'Finding Herself,' I'll be re-writing the first chapter of that tonight:)