come back. Her father gave her a mysterious message in french. wats the message? wat realli happened that nite?
Hermione lay in bed leaning against the window. The breeze blew in her face sending her hair scattering behind her. Her light brown hair flew all around her pale face. Her brown eyes were far away in thought. She spoke in murmurs to those who dared approached her. She was shunned by many. No one understood her past and she didn't know it. She couldn't remember what happened to her, only those rare memories that haunted her in her sleep, the screaming and choas that disturbed her every night.
"My, what are you looking at?" asked a girl that sat beside her. She resembled a barbie doll. She had silky, blonde hair and forget-me-not blue eyes. Her pale face was dotted with little freckles.
"Beauty," Hermione answered. The girl's name was Tiffany, which meant appearance of a God. Tiffany was a cheery girl. Her mother couldn't afford her. Tiffany's father died in a car accident and her mother was left with no money. Tiffany was sent to this orphanage and her mother died 2 days later.
"Yes, it is a beauty. All of nature is. Do you want to go outside?" Tiffany asked. Hermione nodded her head. Tiffany walked her over to the garden downstairs and sat beside her as Olivia daydreamed in the garden. Tiffany sighed and leaned back on the fence. Two kids walked towards them.
"Tiffany, why am I not surprised? I still don't understand what you see in her," stated a plump looking boy named Caleb. Hermione turned around sharply from her dreamworld and shot a glance towards the boy before falling unconscious on the ground.
"Oh great, Caleb, look what you did!" she exclaimed as she gently picked Hermione up and raced her back to their dorm. She lay her on the bed and marched over to the headmistress's office.
"Ms. Meepin, Hermione's unconscious again!" cried Tiffany. Ms. Meepin was an unusual lady. She had the strength of two bulls and her figure contrasted with that immensly. She had a skinny breadth and honey eyes. Her long brown hair flowed down around her waist and her glasses were positioned at the tip of her long, hooked nose. The headmistress seemed to have been deep in thought when she had been disrupted. She lifted her head up from the work and her eyes flashed with anger.
"Who did this to her?!" she exclaimed with rage. It was a known fact that everytime someone commented on Hermione's existence on this earth.
"Caleb Timmer, ma'am," Tiffany replied politely. The headmisstress got up and took out a long, thin whip that she kept in her drawer. She slashed it once across the desk, testing it's strength, before following Tiffany to where Caleb was.
"Caleb Timmer, get your butt over here!" cried Ms. Meepin in uncontrollable rage. Caleb waddled over as fast as his chubby legs could carry him.
"Yes, M-ms. M-m-meepin?" he asked as well as he could without bursting into tears. Everyone knew he was terrified of the headmistress.
"What did you do to Hermione?" she asked.
"Nothing, Ms. Meepin, ma'am," he replied.
"Really? You call fainting nothing? Turn around." He obeyed the intsructions and winced as the whip slashed across his skin. Even though he was quite overweight, the whip still pained him. "Now what did you learn, boy?"
"N-n-never m-make anyone f-faint, ma'am," he replied uneasily. Ms. Meepin sighed and left upstairs to tend to Hermione. Most kids wondered why Ms. Meepin got furius when Hermione fainted, Tiffany especially. When Hermione was unconscious she remembered tidbits of what happened that terrible night. Tiffany thought that it was good when she fainted. That way her past wouldn't be forgotten and never remembered. But she didn't know what Hermione saw in her dreams. No one did.
Tiffany sat by Hermione and Ms. Meepin as Hermione's eyes fluttered open. Ms. Meepin pushed Tiffany outside and then questioned Hermione.
"What did you see?" she asked irritably.
"Nothing," lied Hermione.
"Don't lie to me girl! What did you see?" she asked again, now furius with Hermione.
"I saw dream clouds," Hermione lied again. The headmistress sighed and left the room. Maybe she'll never remember, thought the headmistress as a smile danced on her lips.
Hermione lay in bed leaning against the window. The breeze blew in her face sending her hair scattering behind her. Her light brown hair flew all around her pale face. Her brown eyes were far away in thought. She spoke in murmurs to those who dared approached her. She was shunned by many. No one understood her past and she didn't know it. She couldn't remember what happened to her, only those rare memories that haunted her in her sleep, the screaming and choas that disturbed her every night.
"My, what are you looking at?" asked a girl that sat beside her. She resembled a barbie doll. She had silky, blonde hair and forget-me-not blue eyes. Her pale face was dotted with little freckles.
"Beauty," Hermione answered. The girl's name was Tiffany, which meant appearance of a God. Tiffany was a cheery girl. Her mother couldn't afford her. Tiffany's father died in a car accident and her mother was left with no money. Tiffany was sent to this orphanage and her mother died 2 days later.
"Yes, it is a beauty. All of nature is. Do you want to go outside?" Tiffany asked. Hermione nodded her head. Tiffany walked her over to the garden downstairs and sat beside her as Olivia daydreamed in the garden. Tiffany sighed and leaned back on the fence. Two kids walked towards them.
"Tiffany, why am I not surprised? I still don't understand what you see in her," stated a plump looking boy named Caleb. Hermione turned around sharply from her dreamworld and shot a glance towards the boy before falling unconscious on the ground.
"Oh great, Caleb, look what you did!" she exclaimed as she gently picked Hermione up and raced her back to their dorm. She lay her on the bed and marched over to the headmistress's office.
"Ms. Meepin, Hermione's unconscious again!" cried Tiffany. Ms. Meepin was an unusual lady. She had the strength of two bulls and her figure contrasted with that immensly. She had a skinny breadth and honey eyes. Her long brown hair flowed down around her waist and her glasses were positioned at the tip of her long, hooked nose. The headmistress seemed to have been deep in thought when she had been disrupted. She lifted her head up from the work and her eyes flashed with anger.
"Who did this to her?!" she exclaimed with rage. It was a known fact that everytime someone commented on Hermione's existence on this earth.
"Caleb Timmer, ma'am," Tiffany replied politely. The headmisstress got up and took out a long, thin whip that she kept in her drawer. She slashed it once across the desk, testing it's strength, before following Tiffany to where Caleb was.
"Caleb Timmer, get your butt over here!" cried Ms. Meepin in uncontrollable rage. Caleb waddled over as fast as his chubby legs could carry him.
"Yes, M-ms. M-m-meepin?" he asked as well as he could without bursting into tears. Everyone knew he was terrified of the headmistress.
"What did you do to Hermione?" she asked.
"Nothing, Ms. Meepin, ma'am," he replied.
"Really? You call fainting nothing? Turn around." He obeyed the intsructions and winced as the whip slashed across his skin. Even though he was quite overweight, the whip still pained him. "Now what did you learn, boy?"
"N-n-never m-make anyone f-faint, ma'am," he replied uneasily. Ms. Meepin sighed and left upstairs to tend to Hermione. Most kids wondered why Ms. Meepin got furius when Hermione fainted, Tiffany especially. When Hermione was unconscious she remembered tidbits of what happened that terrible night. Tiffany thought that it was good when she fainted. That way her past wouldn't be forgotten and never remembered. But she didn't know what Hermione saw in her dreams. No one did.
Tiffany sat by Hermione and Ms. Meepin as Hermione's eyes fluttered open. Ms. Meepin pushed Tiffany outside and then questioned Hermione.
"What did you see?" she asked irritably.
"Nothing," lied Hermione.
"Don't lie to me girl! What did you see?" she asked again, now furius with Hermione.
"I saw dream clouds," Hermione lied again. The headmistress sighed and left the room. Maybe she'll never remember, thought the headmistress as a smile danced on her lips.