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Warning: You will never look at teachers the same way again.

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Chapter 3 Hostility

Lyzette's eyes widened as her mouth circled in a 'oh, I get it now!' and Tasha nodded her head as-a-matter-of-factly, if not with a tint of egoism. As if a reward, she began drawing intricate drawings of elements in the periodic table featured in the poisonous equation.

In the middle of drawing the alchemic symbol for 'mercury' next to the chemistry equation with such matter, Lyzette giggled. Darn girl, she could never concentrate. Her eyes were leaking towards the door every five seconds. Tasha leered.

Finally giving up, she perked her head towards the entrance. In the doorway were Ms. Woodford and a young girl. Lyzette noticed her friend was also looking, gasped and began hyperventilating; "OH MY GOSH. OH MY GOSH. It's her. It's her! The girl I told you about with gold eyes! Doesn't she look so cute?"

Tasha had no idea what was going on because,

1. They were a little too far away to see if her eyes were really gold. Note: she's really short. Tasha had a good, tall body. Puny midget.

2. Lyzette had a fascination for shiny objects such as spoons and forks, but especially forks – Golden eyes would be a rewarding extreme

And 3. Was it just her or did that girl look like a boy? … Erm, even if slightly…

Tasha cleared her throat.

"So what?"

Lyzette looked beyond flabbergasted. "I swear! She so does have golden eyes!"

Her friend shrugged but to her amazement found herself looking over at this comer. She had awfully pretty blonde hair with no beige shade unlike Lyzette. Hair was parted slightly at the fringe and tied in a loose French braid. Tasha had attempted one of those but found herself sticking to a most sophisticated possible of a chignon with her unruly, layered, dark and sleepy hair.

She fiddled with her uniformed ponytail, wishing.

Ms. Woodford right then was taking the girl up to their form teacher, Mrs. Bachle. The two women conversed with each other then with a light shove in front of the class, the new girl was introduced as "Eve".

And it was strange.

A person could not just enter Year 11 in an all-girls school, especially straight in the middle of the block of learning needed to be completed before exams.

Feeling confusion from the whole room, Mrs. Bachle swayed a hand towards Ms. Woodford who nodded, her peach, petite lips curving earnestly before she began.

"Eve will be starting here at Edellesson High. It is an awkward time but this is a special case. You will find her great strengths lie in al-… err, chemistry."

It was unusual for Ms. Woodford to stumble unless she was unbearably excited. Tasha rolled her eyes, then again when Lyzette glued her eyes upon Eve. "Eve's such a nice name!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." She drew a nasty breath then began doing Lyzette's homework for her. Lyz was smart and manipulative, wasn't she?

"No, no… don't do my homework!" Lyzette begged.

Okay, maybe she was sincere but the beige-blonde was so darn cute you would have to fall for her even if she'd somehow made you do her homework for the pass five years. Tasha didn't reply.

"So, girls. I hope you make Eve feel welcome here..." Ms. Woodford remarked with a sigh and shoved the girl forward. "Go on, mingle with your new classmates."

Eve groaned and sauntered towards Tasha and Lyzette.

Edward stood their dreamily. He mumbled time to time. "I'm not… Eve… I'm not Eve… I'm Edward!" But his throat was parched and it was a barely audible whisper. Hey, did his mouth even move? He groaned as he was pushed forward by the woman. Blasted.

Icily and unusually, he began walking towards a table with a black-haired girl and her friend. He narrowed his eyes and forced his composure to be at least conversational. "Uuuh, hey." He lifted a hand shortly.

The black-haired girl rolled her eyes. "Hey watch it! You're going to bash over this table!"

Too late. Edward went smack-down on the table.

One girl slapped her forehead while the other just laughed.

"Idiot." The unimpressed one helped her up. When she did so, Edward's eyes glanced over the book near her, and on the page he read: "Mercury."

The black-haired girl raised an eyebrow, her slightly bored air stiffened but so as if ready to bolt. "So yeah?"

Edward blinked and pointed to the alchemic symbol. "It's mercury."

"Err… yeah, it is. Um, I –"

"HOW COOL!" Lyzette burst out in a fit of friendliness. "I can't believe Eve likes alchemy as much Tasha here does!" She patted Edward on the back.

"Taisa?"

"Tasha!"

Silence.

"Tasha!"

"Err… I'm Tasha." Tasha butted and further corrected the misunderstanding. "And this is Lyzette." Her friend waved, her blue eyes sparkling energetically. Getting up, she plopped Edward onto her chair. He lay his head down in his palms and mumbled to himself.

"Hey, Eve… so what school did you go to before? Oh, call me Lyz."

Edward lifted up his head and turned to Lyz. "Err…" It was time for some lying just as the headmaster has said. If not, who knows what havoc may arise to further shake his life on the line?

Tasha blinked. No one had ever shared the same interest of alchemy in her. Not even teachers, even science tutors who would have known alchemy was a medieval form of science – and not even her friends, even Lyzette. She blinked as a remaining fragment of her family's disapproval sharpened in her mind.

LYZETTE YOU STUPID GIRL! HOW HAVE I BROUGHT YOU UP THIS WAY FOR YOU TO –

Tasha clutched the bridge of her nose to bury the memories, finding a wave of sleep wash over her in which she pressed even harder to wake her body up.

Half-wheezily, she stared at Lyzette and Eve talking and was surprised at how well the two got a long almost immediately. Somehow, the two managed to get on the topic of 'kittens'. Eve made a boyish face while Lyzette continued conjuring images of "growing into silky ginger cats".

Suddenly, Eve turned to her. "Eurgh. Don't tell me you're a fan of cats than dogs?"

Tasha was startled. Perhaps their tight friendship might accept a new person. Eve was about to ask again and Lyzette smiled hopefully, also awaiting an answer.

Before she knew it, Tasha replied. "No, not really… I think I prefer dogs… just a little."

"Really?"

"No, I just find them more independent, trustworthy and stronger." She chortled. "Like for animal labour."

Eve grinned.

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