The room was big. Huge. Gigantic. But there was hardly any room. 90% of the room was filled with people, and the other 10% was covered with a large stage located in the center. Izzy just stood by the door, staring at the stage and thinking of all the fun things she could do up there. The possibilities were endless for her.
She quickly noticed that everyone there was a girl. No guys. But that didn't bug her. She and Owen broke up not too long before her parents sent her here. He traded her for a hot meal. That hurt her. She had to break it up with him.
Brunettes, Blonds, Red-Heads, Black hair, dyed hair, and multi-colored haired girls. Girls of different races and sizes. But all about 17.
Suddenly, the lights went off, except for a small light hovering over the stage. An intercom went off.
"Welcome girls, to Lightened Ivy. The school that heals. That is our goal here, to make the future of our girls better," the intercomed lady said. But it was hard to understand her, since the intercom was definitely aged, and made the voices that input it crackle. "To start out the school-year, we will call out your names and dorm number. In your dorm, you will notice your school uniforms on your bed. Roll call will start now. Sally Ables Room 214. Toni Adarine Room 261. Rachel Aries Room 285..." the woman went on. But Izzy just stared into space. Her last name was Yudel. So she new she had some time to think.
I wonder what would happen if the intercom blew-up! Would the lady who's speaking fall out of the ceiling? That would be awesome! Boom! Hahaha! I wonder if they have any matches here? Wait, maybe I brought my lighter. Hmm. Where did I put it? Woah! is that a ant? Hey anty. I think I'll call you Polde! You and me can be partners in crime! Na na na na na na na na Exlposivo and Ant man! Maybe I can make you a cape, she thought. But lost her train of thought when she heard her name called.
"Isabella Yudel Room 252," the voice on the intercome said. She just quickly remembered her room number and went on with her thoughts.
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When the last name was called, the assembly was dismissed to go to the 'Bedding House,' as Ms 5 called it. The room was terribly busy, but Izzy was lucky enough to get out first. It did involve her standing on the stage, jumping off, and letting the crowd carry her out. Stage Diving, as some would call it. But she would just call it fun.
As she got outside, she noticed it was dark. The sun was setting behind the forested area that had the small path to the real world. Crickets and owls were hooting and chirping as the red-head ran to the dorms. She had totally forgotten her ant companion, flying off her arm at amazing speed.
She arrived at the door before anyone else. She quickly opened the door and let out a strong stench of mothballs. But that didn't bother the girl. What bothered her was the color of the walls. Grey. It wouldn't kill the people to color the walls! Like maybe green. Or blue. Or maybe fuchsia. She thought, the names of different colors going there her head. She suddenly remembered why she arrived in the house, to look for her room. 252. She noticed how the numbers when in order, starting at 200. The end of the hallway ended with 225. She quickly climbed up the banister to the second floor, and watched the numbers pass until she hit 252. She gave the knob a little push, and entered the room.
Yet again, the room was colored in grey. The beds were cheap, with a pink bedsheet. There were 2 beds in a room, a window showing the forest, and a small closet that would barely fit more than 5 outfits. Outfits! Her school uniform was still on her bed. A pollo shirt and green checkered skirt, with long green socks to match. She quickly hung them up in the closet.
She searched for her pajamas, and quickly found them on the closet floor. Picking them up and dusting them, she quickly changed in the closet to make sure her roommate wouldn't barge in.
With time left before her roomie would enter, she quickly found a way to keep her mind busy. She jumped on the bed with all her might, but trying to keep her head from hitting the ceiling.
After maybe a minute or two, the door opened. Izzy was looking out the window, paying no mind to the door.
"Sigh. Alright, well lets get this straight, you probably won't like me. But if you call me a freak, I swear to god..." a strangely familiar voice called.
She quickly turned to notice the roommate.
"GWEN!" Izzy screamed as she quickly ran over and hugged her, despite the Gothic girls attempt to push her off. "Izzy has missed you! What are the odds that your here, and my roomie! Explosivo has always wanted a roomie!" Izzy was literatly jumping up and down.
Gwen only showed a slight smile, happy that she didn't have to meet some one new, and also to watch Izzy spaz out.
"Uh, yeah, Iz. Mind putting me down? Like, please? I feel sick," the gothic girl questioned, feeling a little dizzy. Izzy only lightly dropped her.
A moment of silence occurred, and it made the red-head feel a little awkward.
"Um, how 'bout I go change," Gwen tried to break the silence, holding up her pajamas. "Uh, but where to do we change?" she questioned.
"Well, we could go out to the bathrooms. But be careful out there, I don't want you getting attacked by anything! I mean, what if a bear comes out! And it'll all be like: Rawr! Me gonna eat you!" informed Izzy.
She could see the fear in Gwen's eyes. She could tell she didn't believe in that. But what if.
"I can come with!" Izzy comforted Gwen. The Gothic girls eyes showed happiness in her eyes. Izzy could tell she would never say thank you, but it showed in her eyes.
The two left the dorms and went outside. It was nearly close to being pitch-black, and the sounds of the little forest animals scared the two. But they eventually found there way to the restrooms.
"Here, I'll come in too. I want to see what the insides looks like!" told Gwen as she went into the bathrooms to change. Gwen only shrugged.
The entire bathrooms were empty. In one stall, Gwen was changing. And in another, Izzy found some toilet paper. A lot of toilet paper. She rolled the chunks of toilet paper into the sink. Time for some boom boom!, she thought. She grabbed a twig found directly outside the room and put it in the sink, too. Along with some cloth-like material located in the trash.
The pyro held the lighter she had and counted. 1,2,3 Boom Boom! And light the pile of flammable items.
"'Right Izzy, I'm rea---" Gwen came out of the bathroom. Her eyes and jaw wide open.
"Hey Gwen! Look what Explosivo did!" Izzy acted like a child who gave their mother a gift.
"Oh god! We got to water it down!" Gwen ran over to the sink and tried to turn on the sink. Out of Order.
"Relax, I can set it out," she informed the panicking Gwen. She sat on it. She sat in the sink full of the burning material. Gwen only stared at the psychotic woman. After a moment or two, Izzy sat up.
"See!" Izzy pointed to the fireless sink. But her bottom was burning, and her pajamas unbelievably were still together. Black, but still together.
"Know what Izzy, your alright," Gwen said, impressed by the events Izzy pulled off.
"I know! Now come on! We gotta get out before someone sees Explosivo in action!" Izzy informed Gwen, pulling her out of the bathrooms and into the dorms.
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"Nights Izzy. That was fun tonight. Thanks," Gwen confided to Izzy. But noticed the pyro was asleep. "Ha, that fire must have worn you out. Oh well. Nights," she whispered to sleeping Izzy.
But Izzy wasn't sleeping. She was quietly crying. Crying herself to sleep.
Oh boy, did I have fun with this chapter! And before you ask, I have no idea where I got the last name Yudel for Izzy. I wanted a last name that came on later in the alphabet, and I drew sticks for what letter. Of course, I got 'Y.' So, I had the honor of coming up with a name that started in Y. Next chapter, prepare for some drills, and an introduction to a snotty and snobbish rich girl that we all hate to love and love to hate.
