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INCEPTUM
~Melenka Eerie~
"Mel, Mel wake up! Were here!" yelled an annoying little girl. "Nuh-sleep.." I drowsily replied as I fell back asleep. "Mel, WAKE UP!!" Suddenly I woke up with a big goose egg on my head and a twelve year old girl tugging at my hair. "Zsa Zsa stop it! I'm a wake, I promise." I said as I straightened my hair and opened the car door. "See ya pops, I'll call ya later. I love ya and have a safe trip back. Come on Zsa Zsa, let's go," I stepped out onto the pavement and nearly fell. I still wasn't used to walking. the plane ride was horrible. I ended up sitting next to a fat, sweaty man who would not stop snoring! And above that, his nasty breath was in my face, and then a baby started to cry! I hate flying coach. My father never gave me a reason for why I had to ride coach, but I believe it was because he's been using his air miles to see his mistress. Gosh I hate that women. She will never be my mother! All I can't wait to see Charlotte. Oh shit, I forgot my dorm key. Hopefully she's there to let me in, or else I have to sit outside of the door again. I take my bag from my shoulder, throw it onto the floor, sigh loudly and start dragging it by it's strap. Thank god I didn't being any luggage.
I walk into the marble floored entrance hall and slowly made my way to mine and Charlotte's room. "Room 333 here I be," I said with a little tube in my voice. I opened the door and find my friends Charlotte and Mercutio talking.
:Charlotte Faye:
I sighed as the car pulled up to the same old school. Life is so boring. Straightening my uniform; of which I added lace, safety pins, and frayed edges; I got out and started up the worn down steps.
"Miss! Miss? You need your bag." The driver called out to me. I rubbed my eyes, yawned, then walked back to grab my bag. Spring break had been a drag. My parents were off on another one of their "Adventures" and I had been left completely alone in our manor in Nice. Trust them to find a way to get out of seeing me. It wasn't all bad, the silence can be nice. Add I love being in my home country of France. Best shopping. Luckily, school was starting up again and I was able to be around people who don't refer to me as "miss" or "Charlotte Faye Lilyana 'Electre". Only Charlotte or Faye. Sometimes a wise ass will call me Charlie. Then I have to kick their ass. I yawned and walked into the old-fashioned marble lobby. For an average boarding school where they don't expect their students to be geniuses, it's built pretty well.
-Room 333-
I stopped in front of my door and fished through my bag, already knowing I was the first one here. Melenka usually loses her key. Then I noticed a folded note taped above the door knob. I grabbed onto the key and opened the door, snagging the note while I passed.
"Hmm. That's strange." I murmured to myself, usually the staff puts notes on the community board in the rec room.
"Since Milly isn't here yet... Hmm... To open or not? It has both of or names on it. Hmm..." I thought aloud. I then smirked, looked around, sat on my bed, and unfolded the note.
*Dear Junior Class,
We will be taking a field trip to Belli Castle on the 20th. Your parents have already agreed and paid for the trip. Be prepared to leave at 6 a.m. The trip will last a week. You can choose to stay at either the hotel or, if you feel you can handle it, the castle.
Have a good day.*
I read it a second time, 'what do they mean by if you can handle it.?'
"Hey, Charlotte. You guys have any extra curtains or bedding? The supply closet is out." Mercutio, my awesome best guy friend, asked. I shook my head, Milly and I usually bring our own stuff from our homes.
"New roommate?" Mercutio nodded, leaning against the door frame. He was one of the lucky ones who has had his own room for the last two and a half years.
I leaned forward on my bed, "Have you met him? Is he cute?" Mercutio laughed and nodded. Mercutio is the best gay guy ever.
"He's Russian. Apparently he was expelled out of his last school. If either one of us are lucky he'll be gay or like cute blonde troublemakers with French accents." I laughed at that comment. Technically, my hair was pale blonde with black lowlights and pale blue highlights, but whatever.
"Or maybe red heads with Irish accents and major attitudes," Milly replied, now at the door, "what you two talking about?"
Mercutio smiled, "My new bad ass Russian roommate."
"Nice." Milly stretched out on her bed after throwing her backpack down.
"Dibs on the new guy!" I said happily. Then blocked the pillows thrown at my head.
~Melenka Errie~
"Go for it! I don't care if ya be wanten' the new one," I said as I took back the pillows I threw at her, "Any way, what is goin on?"
"Well...we got a letter saying that we will be taking a field trip to the Belli castle. It also said in the note that if we want, we can either stay at a hotel or in the castle."
"Hmm, I think we should stay at the castle, it will be fun! I wonder if it's haunted or somethin,"
"I don't know, maybe there is a bunch of dead people under the floor boards, in the walls, or maybe they are walking around the grounds!"
"Don't get over excited Lass, I pretty sure it's just a normal castle. They are probably just talkin like that to try and give us a scare."
"Yeah..." Charlotte got hit with a sudden wave of energy and decided to jump up and down on her bed.
Mercutio staring at her, giggled and said, "Well if you two don't have any extra sheets n' stuff, I'm going to go find some for Mischa."
"Have fun with that!" Charlotte hummed as she continued to bounce up and down, "Oh and tell him I said 'Hi', oh and you should bring him by later, we all can go down for dinner together!"
We all said our good byes and Mercutio went back on the hunt for sheets. I continued to unpack my bag, and suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my hand. I pulled my hand out of my bag and seen that I was bleeding.
"Ow, something poked me!"
"Are you ok?" Charlotte asked me as she jumped from her bed and rushed over to mine.
"Yeah, I'm just bleedin a little bit. I wonder what it was," curious was I to find the bugger that 'bit' me. Flipping my bag inside out and pouring the contents onto the floor, and I realized that my mirror had broken.
"Oh all I did was cut me self on a shard of glass that's all," I carefully picked up the pieces and threw them away and walked into our bathroom to wash my wound. "So, Charlotte, how was your spring break?" I asked her as I sat down on my bed.