That night, we all stayed up late with the anticipation of classes the next morning. I did listening mostly, since I didn't know much about what and who they were talking about. I also learned some more about their powers. Hunter's power is serenity. She can calm people and things, which I can see coming in handy in a crisis. Kat's is electricity, Miranda's is speed, Tori is night, Bridgette controlled weather, and Cassidy's is poison. Add my four elements in there and you had quite the odd mix of girls. But somehow they all managed to get along well enough. Tori pretty much kept to herself, allowing the others to fill the conversation. She added her bits in here and there, but overall I spoke more than she did. Cassidy spoke only to the other girls, while everyone else's conversation flowed evenly throughout the rest of the group. We stayed up until midnight watching movies, eating junk food and talking. Then when Hunter fell asleep on the couch, we all knew it was time for bed. All but Tori filed into our respective rooms. Tori, instead of going to bed, chose to go to the balcony of her and Hunter's room. There she stayed all night, seeming perfectly content to gaze at the stars rather than sleep.
My alarm buzzed way to early the next morning, at 7. I sprang up, startled. Then I slammed my fist onto the snooze button and fell back into my bed. But the alarm had done it's job; I couldn't fall back to sleep once I was up. I kicked my covers off and got out of bed, stretching. I lumbered over to the bathroom, only to find the door shut and locked. I saw light from under the door and heard the sound of running water. I glanced over my shoulder at Cassidy's bed and noticed it was empty.
"Great," I sighed, and plopped back down on my bed. I had an hour to get ready, and find my classes, and I had no idea where I was going. Cassidy had ten minutes, or the door was coming off.
Thirty minutes. The shower had turned off ten minutes ago, but the door stayed locked. What was she doing in there!
"This is ridiculous," I huffed and marched over to the door. "Cassidy?" I called.
"What!" Came an irritable response.
"Class starts in a half hour and I still need to shower. Can you hurry it up a little?"
I heard the lock click and she popped her head out. Her hair was in rollers, there was a mascara brush in her hand, and she was fully dressed in gray skinny jeans, a black tank top, and a yellow and white striped cardigan.
"Do you mine?" she ordered. "If you wanted in the bathroom so bad, you should have gotten up earlier. Go use one of the other bathrooms!" Then she slammed the door in my face. I glared at the door and opened my mouth to yell back at her, but before I had the chance Miranda popped her head in.
"What's going on?" she asked.
I jammed my thumb at the door. "She won't let me in."
Miranda waved me over. "Grab your clothes, you can get ready in our bathroom." I rolled my eyes, then grabbed the gray V-neck and camo cargo pants I laid out the night before. I followed Miranda down her and Hunter's hallway. Hunter was sitting on her bed, tying the polka dot laces on newspaper print Converse high-tops.
"Good morning!" she squealed happily. She looked at my blue plaid sweat pants and black tank top. "Are you going to class like that?" she asked uncertainly.
"No," Miranda laughed, leading me to the bathroom. "Cassidy's in their bathroom, so she's using ours."
"Oh, ok!" Hunter exclaimed. It seemed to me that she was always happy.
"Thanks, Miranda," I said to her.
She smiled. "We're gonna leave in about twenty minutes, can you be ready?"
I grimaced. Not a lot of wiggle room. "Yeah, I can be ready."
Eight minutes later, I was out of the shower. I quickly pulled my clothes on and used the hair dryer that was already in the bathroom. When I was decent, I ran out of the bathroom and sprinted back to my room. I rummaged through my bag and pulled out my toothbrush and toothpaste, deodorant, socks, and hair wax. Then I looked at the bathroom and saw that the door was open now, and Cassidy wasn't in there. I hurried in there and turned on the water, brushing my teeth while trying to put deodorant on and pull my socks on at the same time. When I was done, I rubbed the wax on my hands and spiked my hair out. Then I went back over to my bed and pulled my Timberlands on.
"Alice," Miranda called. "You ready to go?" She stood in my doorway with Kat and Bridgette as I tied my shoes. I turned to look at the clock: 7:48. I growled and pulled out a tube of clear gloss. Not what I was looking for, but it would have to do.
"Yeah, hang on. Sorry," I said quickly.
"No problem dude," Bridgette said.
"Um, yes problem!" Called Cassidy's voice. "We need to go, now! We don't even know where our first class is!"
"Chill Cass," Hunter said. "We'll be fine." I shoved the lip gloss tube in my pocket and ran to meet the others at the door. Cassidy rolled her eyes and sauntered out the door. Miranda and Kat chuckled and followed her out, Hunter, Tori, Bridgette and I after them.
We made our way down the dorm hall with the rest of the freshmen and went to our first period class, Transformation, with Mr. Wizgiz. We got there just as the clock struck 8. A small, red-headed leprechaun was seated on the teacher's desk at the head of the classroom. I looked around the room for empty seats. There were two next to each other in the middle of the room that Kat and Miranda made a beeline for. Hunter took one of the many open seats at the front of the room and Bridgette sat down behind her. Cassidy sat next to Bridgette, Tori behind her, and before I knew what had happened, the last open seat was at the front in between two unknown girls. I sighed and plopped down next to them.
The girl on my left didn't seem to acknowledge my presence. Her hair was so blonde, it looked yellow and she was practically sitting on it was so long and straight. Large diamond and white gold hoop earrings hung from her ears and small diamond studs poked through the hole above that. Her face was flawlessly beautiful, tanned perfectly with candy pink lips and smokey eyes. Her eyes were a bright greenish gold and her face was round and girlish. She was wearing a pink and white stripped tank top, light wash denim mini skirt, and neon pink heels that looked deadly. Her body was long, tanned, and toned. She tapped her perfectly manicured nails on the desk, bored, and crossed her long, sleek legs.
The girl on my right was less perfect, but noticed me equally as much. She looked like the virtual opposite in comparison to the other girl. Her hair reached her chest and was dry and over processed. It was a muddy blonde color and looked like all the life had been bleached and heated right out of it. Her face was long and her nose was pointed. She had a taper gauge in both her ears, looking like maybe a 10 or an 8. A captive hoop was in a cartilage piercing on the top of her ear. Dark eye make-up was done on her as well, but it looked sloppier and gooey, and her skin was a pasty color. There was no gloss on her cracked lips and her face was sour, her dark brown eyes set in a glare. She had on dark wash skinny jeans, a black fitted shirt that said Hollywood Undead on it in spray painted stencil letters, and black high top Converse. Even though she was shorter, she looked older than the other girl.
"Good morning girls!" chirped the leprechaun. "I am Professor Wizgiz. Welcome to Transformation!"