"Here she is, Wammy. This is her." Roger said.
The man looked at me, "Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Two old geezers were discussing about me like I wasn't there. My name's Mekena. Not my real name, obviously, but I like that name. So be it. I've been living for 15 years and counting. I have a treacherous back story that can go on and on, so long story short: I go to the general store to get some milk, and then I come back to a bunch of guys shooting my family horrendously. I would've been killed but Roger – the old bloke jabbering with Wammy- comes up and whacks 'em all with a stick. He suddenly kidnaps me drives me here, which was quite frightening, actually, having an old geezer throw you in a car and drive you miles to nowhere. The scary thing is how fast Roger came – a fraction of a second difference, really. Like he knew something was going to happen or something. He also had my suitcase with him (packed with everything I would've packed), which was even more scary. But really, I have nowhere to go. So I guess I have no choice.
"Young miss, please excuse Roger's strange way of bringing you here, but it was for your safety." Wammy then said, "Your mother was a good friend of mine, she would have wanted you to come here in case something happened. Now if you please come with me..."
I zoned out the first few sentences of Wammy's Great Speech of how Wammy's House was First Established speech. This place looked like a prison...no, scratch that. Prisoners don't have play time. Everybody was wearing all sorts of things – one that particularly stood out to me was the girl in the leather outfit. She had black jeans and combat boots on – the sort of things my friend Malorie might've worn. She looked about 8 though. She also looked pretty in her carrot-coloured bob but she was screaming and kicking a little boy. Don't they do anything about it? I wondered. Surely Wammy's House has some kind of bullying prevention system or something. I decided to listen to what they were doing – nothing too bad, right? As I tried to single out her voice – I almost gagged. The girl was actually a boy.
"You have the nerve to come mess with me? Do ya?" Carrot Head shouted. "Calm down Mello! I just bumped into you!" The other boy shouted back. Carrot Head – Mello – kicked the boy in the groin repeatedly, "Don't you fucking dare tell me what to do!" "Mello!" The boy cried in pain, "Please!" What shocked me was how the other kids paid no attention to the fight. I sighed, something had to be done, and I accept the fact that I'd probably be making an enemy on my first day. I took out my gun – no, not a real one, it was a fake one with darts. It came in handy at shutting people up, running away from rapists, and stopping fights. I aimed and fired, doing my handy wrist turning to curve around people. There was a walkway leading to the great Victorian style house dividing the grassy playground into halves. The fight was happening close by, so it wasn't very hard to aim for Carrot Top's groin. "ARGH!" Mello shouted, falling to the ground, "WHAT THE HELL?!" The boy ran away and Mello just lay there, cursing away. Serves him right. But then again, I had a feeling Mello wouldn't hesitate to hurt a girl, so I put away my gun and followed Wammy like nothing happened. The old geezer was too caught up in his words to even notice what had just happened. As I walked into the house, I saw a curtain move. Some idiot was watching the whole thing. Probably will rat out on me. Oh well.
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The place was big. There were only around 17 girls out of the 50 or so students, which made me slightly uncomfortable. The girls had a hallway and the boys had one. They were on the top floor where as the 'school' part of the house was downstairs.
"This is your room; you would be sharing with the 2 other girls: Deathra and Kaien." Wammy said, leading me inside. The room was the first one on the right.
My room was pretty cool to look at. There were bunk beds lining the walls and a big desk was at the back for studying. The walls were an orange colour and the hardwood floor creaked with every step. I put my suitcase on the bottom bunk and awaited Wammy's instructions.
"Dinner is at 7:30pm and lights out at 9," Wammy explained, "Everybody will come in at 7 so I suggest you unpack quickly. After unpacking, feel free to explore." And with that he left.
I sighed. I wonder how this Deathra and Kaien look like. I thought. Will they like me? Yes, I'm a very social person...but I seem to be changing lately – A lot. I didn't even want to unpack, what if this Deathra and Kaien were snoops? It didn't matter; I didn't have anything of that much importance...except... I took out the black box the size of Guinness World Records. It had all my memories inside – little knick knacks, photo albums, and my iPod filled with my favourite songs and silly voice recordings my family and I did. You must not cry. You must not cry. You must not cry. You must not cry. How on Earth will I survive this place without dissolving into tears?
"Who are you?"
I jumped and looked to the doorway. A girl was at the door with a stern look on her face.
"My name's Mekena. I'm assuming you're either Deathra or Kaien?" I responded.
"Oh. You're talking to Kaien, nice to meet you." Kaien's posture relaxed and she stretched her hand out, "You're new here? I guess Wammy or Roger showed you everything."
"Yeah, Wammy did." Kaien had brown hair cut up into a pixie haircut, but her features were feminine, so she couldn't be mistaken more a boy. She was wearing a black t-shirt that said Friends? Please Stop Kidding Yourself. that matched her skinny jeans and cowboy looking boots. She reminded me of a Goth Pixie – a reference from some TV show I watched.
"Cool stuff." Kaien said as she peered at my box.
"Yeah." I said as I put away my box under the bed, she didn't look like a snoop, but you can never be too sure.
Kaien sat on my bed, "So do you like it?"
I sat next to her, "What?"
"The House, I mean. Do you like Wammy's House so far?"
"It's cool, and I've never shared a room with anyone other than family. I'm also a little paranoid that I'll get lost." I replied.
Kaien laughed, "Don't worry, I felt like that when I first came here. The more you're in here, the more comfortable it gets."
I then saw another girl come in. Kaien greeted her, "Hey Deathra! This is our new roommate, Mekena."
"Hey." Deathra said with a smile, "Liking Wammy's?"
"Hey. And so far, yeah." I replied. Things I've noticed about Wammy's: The guys are violent, the girls are smiley, and people are always going to be asking you if you like it here.
Deathra had wavy hair that was but in a low ponytail put to the side. She was wearing a plain, pale, pink t-shirt with white shorts and sandals. Totally opposite from Kaien.
"Hey!" Deathra then said suddenly, "You're the girl who fired a dart at Mello!"
"Wait, WHAT?" Kaien said with a shocked look, "You actually did that? Where was I?"
"Dunno. She aimed it at his crotch – he didn't see it coming!" Deathra exclaimed.
"Woah. Did I do something wrong here?" They were scaring me a bit.
Kaien looked at me, "Mello is a beast, an angry, chocolate loving beast." She grinned, "He's only 8, but everybody's afraid of him."
"Wammy and Roger try to stop him, but he's a constant pain and troublemaker...not even the older boys would pick on Mello." Deathra continued, "I saw it happen, you have amazing skills with that dart gun."
I was shocked. I mean, they were treating me like a hero or something. They were afraid of an eight-year-old?
"Anyways, I'd stay away from Mello if I were you." Deathra said, "The kid's a monster."
"Good to know, will you like to plan my funeral? I'm scared of the kid and I haven't even met him yet."
They laughed and Deathra checked her watch, "Shoot! Dinner started 5 minutes ago."
"Luckily, we have Mekena as our excuse," Kaien said, winking, "Kidding!"