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"Silver Crest High" Author Note (Only author in the fact that I wrote the piece, I do not hold any rights to the characters or content that is similar to the books, it all that belongs to Sarah J. Maas): This is my first fan fiction. It is not great and this is just like a starting chapter, not very good I know, hopefully later chapters will be better. Thanks for reading and enjoy.

Silver Crest High

Chapter 1–Getting to Know You

Aelin POV:

I was currently unpacking my bags, after having claimed one of the rooms in my new dorm. "Last year of this," I thought. I wasn't entirely sure what I meant by 'this.' It was probably either high school or something else, something I didn't want to contemplate. I would start my senior year of highschool next week. I was at the same boarding school academy, Silver Crest High, that I had attended for the past three years. Every year I had a different room, and a different room mate. This year I hoped I got someone who I didn't either want to tear to shreds or who I thought was a friend and then either left or betrayed me. In my first year, I had had a roommate named Lysandra. We had hated each other's guts, but eventually grown a tentative peace. That was before my first boyfriend, Sam, had died. After that, I had pushed her away, only coming back together when her boyfriend had dumped her. The next year, my roommate was a girl named Ansel. We had been besties until she had moved away, breaking my heart with harsh words as she left. The year after it had been a girl named Nehemia. I had loved Nehemia, the way she cared about others so passionately. She had died trying to save a fellow classmate when one of the students in her class had lost it and started stabbing people. I had been in a bad place this past summer, I still was. I did not have high hopes for my newest roommate.

There was a knock on the door, and I opened it, only to see a girl with long golden-brown hair and sharp blue-gray eyes. She was surrounded by several bags, but what caught my eye was the easel she supported under one arm.

"Hello, can I help you?" I asked tentatively.

"The front office said that this was my room…" she trailed off.

"Ah!" I exclaimed, "You must be my new roommate."

"I guess I am," the girl said, "Hi, my name is Feyre. What's your's?"

"I'm Celaena," than I stepped to the side waving Feyre in, "Come in, come in. Sorry to keep you waiting in the hallway."

"It's fine," Feyre said as she stepped into the room, dumping her bags in the middle. Our dorm room wasn't massive, but it wasn't small. It had two bedrooms, a living room that also served as a dining room with an adjoined kitchen, and two bathrooms.

I pointed to one of the rooms and said, "I already grabbed that room, I hope you don't mind."

Feyre beamed. "Not at all." I looked inquisitively at the easel the girl had set down.

Feyre caught my gaze and said, "I hope you don't mind it, I like painting and it's easier to do if I have an easel to set up."

I looked at her with astonishment. "You're an artist!" It was somewhere between a statement and a question.

"I wouldn't say artist exactly," Feyre said, trying to downplay herself, "But I do like to paint."

"Well anything you do has got to be better than what I can do, my artistic talent ends at stick figures," I stated with a laugh. Feyre chuckled.

"But I do have one thing to say," I said. "I want pictures and paintings done by you all over the apartment by the end of the year."

Feyre blushed, "I'm not that good."

"Who cares? if it's important to you, then I want to see them all over the apartment," I said with a grin.

Feyre POV:

Her new roommate was all smiles and warm greetings. Within five minutes, Celaena had figured out that I liked painting and declared that I would have no choice but to decorate our shared living space with my artwork. I wasn't entirely sure if this girl was joking or not. Thinking of her made me lose myself in the memory of my arrival:

The student, who had chestnut hair and golden-brown eyes, at the front desk had been organizing registration had looked at her card that listed her roommate and scowled. "I'm sorry to inform you, but you'll be staying with a girl named Celaena."

"What's wrong with Celaena?" I had asked.

"She moody, vicious, cut throat, uncontrolled, and doesn't care about consequences of her actions," the student had said blatantly. Feyre was pretty sure the boy was exaggerating and that they might have some past history together.

"Umm...ok," Feyre had said, "I think I'll take my chances."

"Your funeral," the boy had said before handing her the card.

But Celaena seemed anything but vicious or cutthroat. Yes, she seemed a little unruly, but she wasn't mean. She was downright nice to me. She hadn't even seen my artwork and was already claiming that it must be great. I hadn't really been able to paint when I was younger due to having to support my family, even though I was the youngest. But now that my father had gotten his life back on track, after years, and I was in a good relationship. So I had picked it up again. Now this girl had just flounced into my life and easily won my heart.

"Do you want me to help you unpack?" Celeana asked her.

I thought the girl was joking, but she looked absolutely sincere. "Have you finished yours?" I asked.

"Almost," she replied, "How about I help you unpack and then you help me finish and we can learn more about each other whilst we're at it?"

"Ok," I said gathering up my stuff as Celaena did as well.

Aelin POV:

"This girl is fascinating," I thought. So far, as we packed, I had learned that Feyre had supported her family for years after her father had lost his job at a big company, her mother had died when she was very young, and she was the youngest of three girls. She said her older sisters didn't seem to hold much love for her, I had disagreed and told her they probably just didn't show it all that much. That was the sadder parts of what she had said. Her dad had finally received a new job, and was working hard. I now knew that she was in a good relationship with a boy named Tamlin who was also going to this school. She let me in on less important things, such as the fact that she was seventeen years old, turning eighteen on Christmas. She loved the color violet, the night sky, and painting. I made sure to remember this stuff. I wanted to make a good impression and remember the things she told me. I wasn't sure if I was ready for a hardcore friendship after Nehemia, but my friend Dorian had begged me to at least be welcoming to new people in my life. I was trying.

Then Feyre started to ask me about my past.