Alright you guys here it is. Chapter two. And as for any confusion over Violets Endowment, it will come in this chapter.
The plane jostled a bit, causing my head to bump up and hit the window with a loud smack. There went my nap. Not that I was even close to getting asleep anyway. There was just too much noise! Not that the people on the plane were noisy, but their thoughts were like a marching band right in my ear. I longed for the peace of my room back in the states. All of the commotion had given me a migraine.
At home, Rosie would have me in bed with a cup of her saffron tea in a time like this. Whenever I got home from a busy place, Rosie always knew what to do. A cool wash-cloth to the forehead, some classical music playing at a soft melody in the background, a good book and some saffron tea.
Rosie knew best. Rosie knew me. She was the only one who really cared. She knew how hard it was, having all those voices, building up in my head. I hated it.
The blonde sitting next to me looked up, pulling the headphones off her ears and popping her gum. I cringed when she opened her mouth.
"Was that you? Are you alright?" I felt o-so-sorry for that poor gum in her mouth. She was chewing, no, gnashing it with her teeth. Worse than that, she was so loud! Both her thoughts and her voice.
When I had first gotten on the plane she had begun talking to me. I hadn't cared, I missed Rosie and it was nice to talk to someone, but then she hadn't stopped, she just kept going and going and going. I felt like I was in some sort of energizer ad. She was kind of chomping that gum like a rabbit. . .
I rubbed my temple where I could feel a bump rising. "I'm ok, really."
Blondie obviously didn't take a hint.
"You know," she began, Oh boy here we go. She rambled on and on about how once her brother hit his head and something about a dog getting beamed with a baseball bat and then a bit about her aunt killing a hamster.
Silently I prayed that someone would come to my rescue. I didn't think I could take much more of the-
Suddenly I felt my left pocket begin to vibrate.
I jumped about a foot. It felt like there was a hamster in my pocket.
Then I remembered my cell phone.
I breathed a sigh of relief before holding up a finger to the Blonde.
"Could you hold on a sec?"
She just shrugged and pulled her headphones back on her ears.
I pulled my phone out on my pocket and looked at the caller id.
Home
That stumped me. Who from home would call me? No, who from home is worth talking to?
Still I answered it, afraid that if I didn't the Blonde would return for round two.
"Hello?" I made my voice sound weak to make whichever of my parents had called, feel guilty.
"Violet! Honey are you ok?" The voice on the other end made me give a sigh of relief all over again.
"Rosie! It's terrible already! I'm not even out of the states yet and already I'm miserable!" I lowered my voice a bit, "These people are just sooooooooooooooooo noisy! I mean, not their voices, their thoughts. People whop ride on planes must be temperamental or something. I have a major migraine." I felt bad to be complaining to Rosie, it wasn't right for me to dump all my issues on her, but still, she was all I had.
Rosie sighed. "I know I know, public places are the worst." her voice brightened. "But, I do think that there is something worthwhile. Look in the right side pocket of your carry-on bag."
I propped my phone in-between my shoulder and my chin while I dug around in my bag pocket. I was about to tell Rosie that there was nothing there when my fingers bumped against something hard and smooth. I pulled the little metal can out of my pocket and immediately recognized it as one of Rosie's bar tins. I pulled on the lid, struggling with all the multitasking. Inside was one of Rosie's delectable chocolate peanut butter bars. My mouth was watering already.
"Oh Rosie! Thank you so much!" Not only was Rosie my nanny, best friend, and my maid, she was also a wonderful cook. Her treats and food were the best in all of the United States.
A rolling laugh echoed from the other end of the line.
"Your welcome Sweetie, but listen, I better go, call me as soon as you get to the school."
"I will Rosie, I love you."
"You too Violet."
The line went dead and I closed the phone with a snap. The blonde next to me was eyeing the bar in my hand with hungry eyes. I quickly nibbled all along the edge, dispelling all thoughts of sharing from her titanium little head.
After finishing my bar, I put my headphones over my ears and pulled out my I-pod. I knew that trying to drown out the noise was useless, the voices were in my head, not my ears. Still I scrolled through until I found done of Beethoven's symphony's. I pushed the play button and closed my eyes, waiting for a sleep that was far from this wretched plane.
xXx
The tinted windows of the limo made the unfamiliar outside world appear a brownish grey. People on the streets next to the school were staring at the limo like it was a space shuttle of some sort. My cheeks burned with blush, even though the people couldn't see me. I wished with all my heart that my father had rented a cab instead of this fancy car. The last thing I needed was for more attention to be drawn to me.
Slowly I took a deep breath and stepped out of the limo, my leather suitcase in hand, and my duffle bag in the other. I had my new uniform in the crook of my arm. A deep blue silk cape that Rosie had monogrammed V M in in golden thread. I was wearing one of my nicer outfits, one that I had matched specifically to go with both my cape and my eyes. It was a pale purple skirt that fell just above my knees in an elegant wave, Rosie had added blue edging that matched the cape perfectly. My top was a blue strapless shirt, with a purple woven cover-up. My shoes were blue ballet flats with purple thread. I thought I looked pretty good, but I could tell right away that my American style was a lot different than that of Europe.
Slowly I began walking up toe steps to the huge grey school. The same monstrous structure that was featured on the front of the pamphlet clutched in my fingers. My chestnut hair was swept over to one side with a light breeze. It seemed that every eye was upon me as I walked through the huge doors of the school. Once inside, I opened my duffle bag, searching around for the papers that Dr. Bloor had sent my parents in the mail. I looked through the papers for the map that told me all my information. I was in music, my piano book safely packed at the bottom of my suitcase. The map was about as much help as the wall behind me. All the halls were twisted and confusing like catacombs. All the stress was drowning out even the voices in my head, which was saying something. I was about to give up when I could hear someone sit down next to me.
I turned to see a cheerful looking boy with a beautiful head of curly brown hair. A smile lit up his face like a candle and a blue cape was hanging loosely from his shoulders.
"First day, huh?" he asked, his eyes sparkling.
"Yeah," I mumbled. I didn't like talking to people. Especially strangers.
The boy didn't even seem to notice my timidity. He reached across my lap and grabbed the map, studding it before turning to me once again.
"Music dorm 4. that's just down the hall form mine. I can show you where it is if you want me to." he studied my face, as if wondering what to say next.
"Um, yeah, yeah that'd be great. Thank you." I truly meant it too, I would have been lost if the cheerful boy hadn't come along.
The boy stood up and picked up my suitcase , ignoring my protests that I could get it by myself.
He began walking down the crowded hall, trying to make a conversation. I felt bad for him. He was trying to be nice to me and all I was doing was mumbling like an idiot. I guess I couldn't help it that I was shy though. I just don't get along well with people. They tend to distance themselves from me when they find out I know what they are thinking or feeling. We turned down on to a more narrow hall with for little closet type things branching off of it. Above each little arch was a sign. A paintbrush and pencil crossed, some theatrical masks, and musical notes. The boy showed me to the music one.
"This is the music coatroom, during break you leave your cloak here." said the boy. "And remember, no talking in the halls. Easiest way to get a detention."
I nodded.
The boy looked like he was about to turn and exit the coatroom, but he turned, his happy face in a confused expression.
"I don't believe I caught your name." he said, in a friendly tone.
I cleared my throat and flipped my hair off my shoulder before responding.
"Violet, Violet."
The boy smiled, "Fidelio Gunn." he extended his hand for me to shake. I took it tentatively.
As we continued through the twisting halls, Fidelio's thoughts were running through that corner of my mine where other peoples thoughts frequently echoed. I tried to block them out, for two reasons. 1, It felt rude to be eavesdropping on the only person who had bothered to help me, and 2, I didn't really want to know what Fidelio thought of the strange new girl, probably nothing I wanted to hear. I tried to keep my mind occupied by looking at the doors that we passed. Even so, I couldn't help but hear snippets of Fidelio's thoughts and feelings. What I felt in that part of me that wasn't really me, intrigued me even more. For once, the thoughts that were focused me were. . . Nice. He didn't think I was strange, a little shy, but not abnormal. He had guessed that I was endowed, but didn't want to intrude. How very nice of him. I was beginning to like him.
Fidelio stopped in front of a large oak door. I had been so absorbed in my thoughts, well Fidelio's thoughts, that Iran right in to him about falling over. Fidelio laughed, a ringing tumbling sound that made you want to join along. I however was to busy blushing.
We stepped inside the door to find a large room with about a dozen beds along each wall. All of them looked about the same, iron frames and white sheets with blue quilts on each bed. The only thing that set the beds apart were the belongings under and around them. There was a pair of slippers under one bed, a trunk by the next. Along the back wall there were a few beds empty. Fidelio walked over to one of the free beds and plunked my suitcase down on it before sitting down himself. He gestured around the room.
"Home sweet home," he said with a grin.
Yeah, right, home sweet home.
There we go. I am thinking that it might be a Fidelio-Violet story, what do you think. Ideas are welcome. As is input.
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