A/N:Mwahahaha, I'm back with the second chapter! I can't believe I wrote this much. A line in there is directly taken from the book, so extra cookies to the person who spots it! Also, I've taken the part where. . . well, you'll just have to read and see. (Cackle) (cough).
Disclaimer: 'Tis not mine, old chaps.
Today was my first day at University. It was strange, because it was the first day I'd been to a real school since fifth grade. And I was almost completely late. When I arrived, there were only three girls left. A couple of chattering girls in the corner, both with mousy-brown hair, and another girl who I found out was blonde in so many ways. She was demanding a private dorm all for herself when the Headmistress--Lupid was her name, and I immediately noticed that it rhymed with 'stupid'--saw me. She addressed the girl as Celina, saying that she would be my roommate, to her shock. I reluctantly ambled over to our dormitory and swung open the door. Celina was already in it, unpacking her things. She didn't even look at me, and I realized I found nothing wrong with that. My vertigris was annoyingly ubiquitous, so it was obvious that she had seen it. Even if she had thought it was a trick of the light as so many others had, she'd evidently seen it later. Sooner or later, it's visible. And it's always sooner.
Sighing, I walked in and began unpacking. There was not much to unpack, mostly books, clothes, and supplies to school. I refused to wear pretty things for some reason. They irked me. When I finished the tedious task of emptying my trunks, I lay back on my bed and looked at the ceiling. Celina was still unpacking, as she had dozens of trunks and bags, most of them filled with unnecessary things such as high-heeled shoes and hats. I stared at my combat boots and was suddenly glad that I didn't have a whole cartload of clothes. I simply didn't need them. They were simply things to distract girls such as Celina over there, giddily folding her collection of skirts, from everyday things like reality. I knew a couple of girls like that, and they had both had the delusion that eventually, they would possess every worthy piece of clothing in the world. But I didn't say anything to Celina; it was evident that she'd just huff at me and turn on her heel to face the opposite wall, her arms folded and her lips pouting. I know this from experience.
I fell asleep, but I didn't dream. I never dream. I woke up to Celina's elegant, pink alarm clock eagerly piercing my eardrums. I bolted up and flung open my dresser, when I realized I was fully clothed; I had fallen asleep without getting into my 'pajamas', if you could even call them that. I retrieved my owlish glasses from my pocket and jammed them on as Celina stirred. She was finally up. I wondered why she even needed an alarm clock, if it didn't wake her up. At least it served a purpose for me. I grabbed my book bag and slung it over my shoulder. As I closed the door behind me, I could hear Celina yawn, and I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes to the ceiling.
I arrived at my class, History, right on time, when everyone else was arriving. A man named Dr. Tidallon stood up front. As I carefully seated myself in a chair somewhere in the middle, I felt someone else sit down beside me: Celina. How'd she get ready so incredibly quickly? And most importantly, why was she seating beside me? She had made it crystal clear that she loathed me. When she turned around and saw me, a look of digust and horror flashed across her face, and it dawned on me. She hadn't known I was there. Why else would she sit there?
Deciding it was best to ignore her and not make a fool of myself by trying to speak with her and being rejected, I turned back to the front. Dr. Tidallon was ranting on about something, and I tried to focus. It was a rather interesting class, much more interesting, I presumed, than the Magic class Celina was taking. I am not apt for magic at all.
The day was over soon. I ambled into the courtyard when a sight not seen daily met my eyes. A boy my age was sitting by the fountain, showing off for Celina. Our eyes met for a moment, and as a look of wonder appeared in his, I looked away. I couldn't stand getting close to someone if the same thing happened to them that happened seven years ago to that boy. I couldn't lose control. I looked down and trudged to my door, my feet making hard bangs on the ground and then floor. When I reached it, I plopped down on my bed and dug a book from under my pillow. Jackknifing myself to myself--as it was extremely uncomfortable to curl up--I opened the book and saw it was about good and evil, and the difference between them. As I was finally getting to an interesting part, Celina entered with a flourish. After the dramatic raising of a thin eyebrow, she asked,
"Gee, you look comfortable." Those were the first words she had spoken to me. I had been reading all day. On breaks, at least. And I wasn't about to tear my eyes away from my precious book because of a twit who didn't find me worthy of her time, and had chosen now of all times to be the least bit kind.
"Looks are only looks." I replied, not looking away from my treasure. She sighed exasperatedly, her genius plan foiled by a green girl. I fought the urge to grin wickedly.
"What do you always read about, anyway?" She asked, and I looked up to see if she was grinning stupidly. I hadn't heard a hint of a smile in her voice, but hearing can be decieving. To my utter shock, she was serious. Wondering why in the world she had gotten this sudden change of heart, I responded.
"Several things. Today I'm reading about the ponderings of several people about good and evil, and whether they exist or not." That left her looking nonplussed.
"Why would they waste their time doing that?" I sighed.
"Because unlike some people I could mention, they don't waste their time sorting their hats by shades of pink!" The reply exited my lips, and made her cower a bit, which gave me a sense of guilty satisfaction. I turned my eyes back to my book and continued reading, but my reading was short-lived.
"So . . .how do they. . .um. . .'ponder' it?" Came Celina's small voice. I turned around and took pity on her, lucky for her.
"They think of whether or not good and evil exists, and if they're different. Because good deeds aren't necessarily sincere, are they? And evil deeds aren't necessarily done with a cold heart, right? So good could be evil and evil could be good!" I said eagerly, and she raised her eyebrows before turning around.
"What?" I asked, and while getting up, knocked over a box by Celina's bed. A small, elegant, pink hat fell out of it. In a hurry, I began apologizing.
"Sorry, I didn't see that. . ." I got down and picked it up, and as I was trying to stuff the hat back in the box, Celina felt the need to giggle shrilly.
"Oh, do try it on!" She said eagerly.
"No, I couldn't. I don't wear things like that, I clash with everything anyway-"
"Sure you can! Here, put it on. . ." It took a while of whining and convincing for her to make me jam the thing on my head. As I did, she wheeled me around to face her pink-lined mirror. I looked alright with the thing on my head, but it still wasn't to my taste. She insisted that I looked wonderful, but I took it off and gave it back. I went back to my bed and back to my book, my refuge from the world.
The next day, as I walked into the cafe for a mug of coffee, I saw Celina giggling with her group of friends. I heard them ridiculing me, talking about me. Then I heard Celina recount what she had done with me yesterday. Apparently, it had almost killed her to say so many words with me. I heaved a sigh and ordered the coffee and ambled over to a table, and began sipping it. The group of twits burst out laughing.