I Believe

Chapter 1: Stupidity

As she stepped out of the showers; her wet chestnut colored hair spilled over her shoulders in neat wisps.

Curly and untamable, her locks intertwined with one another so that only one sort of strong conditioner

was able to make them look somewhat presentable, but the girl didn't bother using it although her teachers

advised it several times. Peeking out into the corridor she stepped out into the older boy's hall, which to

her disadvantage, was the one she had to go through in order to not get caught by a roaming teacher and

be sent off to detention. Rewrapping her towel securely around her body, and cursing her stupidity at

forgetting her clothes at the same time, she made a dash across the hallways to the other end. The girl was called

Mary, Bloody Mary. The cruel nickname was given to her because she was an outsider to the world of believing

in fairy tales. As foolish as it may sound it was the whole and entire truth, and it suited fourteen-year-old Mary

very much. She reasoned that if the other students in her school only excepted people that sucked up to this tale

nonsense as teens, and believed in it, she was not going to fall under the same spell. She also thought that magic

was a foolish thing to even think was real because there was no visual proof for it. Two more factors supported

this name's founding. The fact that Mary was a tomboy and that if you looked closely at her eyes, you could see

a blood red brim around her black pupil. Now she was hurrying along the stairway that was concealed behind the

giant marble statue of a winking man. The rickety spiral structure led to all the dorms and hallways of the Stillwater

Academy. The hard wooden steps of the stairs were probably not very stable, but students took their chances as

often as they had to go down to their classes. Slowly and fervently Mary moved along the long hallway stopping

every now and them to listen for footsteps and chattering of patrollers. Mary quietly entered her room careful

not to wake the girl sleeping on the bed in the corner. Mary's roommate wasn't considered weird if anything

she was an average person in the social groups. The girl's pale face reflected the moonlight that spilled out of the

window and her eyelids fluttered as Mary stumbled, tripping over a sleeping bundle she later recognized as her

own cat. Shooting a glance at the sleeping girl, Mary picked up her cat and carried it over to her bed and drooped

it on the fluffy green covers. Thinking about her roommate made her shiver and she pulled a dusty book from

underneath her bed. Mary had no liking for the mystery of a girl, who didn't bond with anyone too closely for

no reason, after all they weren't quite friends and the girl also considered Mary foolish for not believing in a certain

story, the one in the dusty volume in her hands, called… Peter Pan.