"Something wrong?"

Miss Lark's eyes where on me. I turned my head from the eyes, and stared up at her. Everyone was silent, and looking at me. I went red. I stood at the last step of the stairs and bit my lip.

"No, I'm sorry." I apologized. Once everyone had turned to being to ignore me again, I began to climb the stairs and glanced back at the trees. No eyes. Not a trace of anything. Maybe my eyes where playing tricks on me. Or maybe this school has some hidden secrets.

I took a seat next to Mary, who didn't seem to pleased about my choice, but said nothing. Teachers walked around, asking names, ages, and grades, with clipboards and pens.

There where two long tables, which the children sat at. Very Harry Potterish, if you ask me. Grades weren't separated, but I wished they where.

Grade twelve's teased the grades below them. The grade elevens threw paper balls. The grade tens stuffed their faces with food, playing with their forks and knifes. The scared, alone grade nines sat, talking to anyone near them who would talk back.

I felt low as a grade nine. No responsibilities, no privileges. But I got to start off with a clean slate. The teachers knew nothing about me, the kids didn't know how to tease me yet, I had no kidish nicknames. I felt halve full.

"Name?" A young, female teacher leaned over, her long curly out of control hair brushing my shoulders. Her glasses where so big, and thick, I thought she was blind.

"Uh…Raleigh Montgomery, Ma'am." I replied, thrown off guard.

"Good good…." She checked something off on the list. "Age?"

"14."

"Birthday," She checked another thing off.

"February 15th."

"Good!" She cried.

She turned to Mary.

"Name?"

Mary raised an eyebrow, "Mary Montgomery."

The lady eyes lifted and turned back to me. "Sisters?"

In unison, Mary and I screeched, "No way!"

The teacher gave us a troubled look.

"Cousins." I helped her.

"Ah."

She finished off the questions to Mary. Then she departed. I was hoping she wasn't my teacher for any subject.

Dinner was over, and desert was spread. I wasn't hungry enough for anything, but Mary filled her plate with ice cream and cookies.

Soon, it was time to get to our rooms. I followed Mary closely.

The rooms where small, and held three people at a time. I was stuck with Mary and another girl, who introduced herself as 'Janice Vermont.'

The beds where comfy, but the pillows where hard. My neck was stiff just thinking about the morning. But I fell asleep soon enough. The last thing I heard was a crazy wild howl, just outside the school grounds.     

Not yet 13: I know it's been quite a while from what I have updated, and I'm terribly sorry. But I have been away, and my computer times shortened. I am glad you are keeping track. I love this story, and I have a really good idea coming my way. I would like to clarify, yes, I am a girl.
I have also changed the name of my story, for the reasons my new ideas. I hope that's alright. sob

Riley Clearwater: May I just say, you have a beautiful name. Sorry, it was something I needed to say. But I thank you for your review. I want my chapters to be short, and precise, and I want people to be worked up to the crisis. It's getting better. I know it's a little odd in Fairy Tales NOW but it will work out. Ghosts, Monsters, need I say more?

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