Michelle's POV:
First day of school and I'm arriving in style. The limo pulled up infront of the Hotel fashionably early, What a way to start this new chapter in my life. The Echo Knowledge Campus. What an incredible honor, I never thought my writing would get me this far in life. The black haired Chauffeur exited the limo to open my door for me. What a gentleman, even if he is just doing it for his pay check's sake. "Thank you, Sir." After I stepped out of luxurious ride I straightened my glasses and shook his hand. He nodded his head and retrieved my luggage for me. He straightened his arm towards the main gate and nodded his head again. "Oh, Of course." I nodded my head back in understanding. He followed behind, Carrying my bags. Once we arrived at the gate he lifted a little plate that was over a scanner. He put his finger over it. The gates slowly pushed open. "Wow, You certainly don't take any risk when it comes to security do you? I respect that." The man made no response to my comment and instead just said "I wish you the best of luck during your stay, Ma'am." And then handed me my luggage. "Thanks again, Sir." I went to shake his hand one last time. He nodded his head one last time. "I'm sorry Ms. Robinson, I must go." He turned around and walked back to the limo, Closing the gate once he passed it.
I tried opening the doors, Even knocking multiple times. Even trying the multiple codes on the pad next to the door. Was the code included on the acceptance letter I received? How have I managed to forget in this small amount of time, Did I overlook it? Perhaps. I stood there for a few seconds thinking maybe the doors only open from the inside without the code. That's it. Administration just haven't noticed me. I'll wait until the limo leaves. If he leaves and the doors still hasn't opened then I'll call my mother to pick me up. Problem solved.
Luckily it didn't come down to me having to do that. The limo did leave but right as I went to get my phone the doors opened. A tall, slim, man with gray hair, wearing a suit was standing there in the hallway right past the door's opening. "Hello, I'm guessing you're Michelle Robinson?" Very nice to meet you. He smiled and bowed. "Hello, Sir. Yes I am Michelle Robinson." I returned the smile. "What might your name be?" He chuckled a bit and pressed his finger against another scanner, Closing the door. "My name is Richard Sphinx. I'll be your headmaster during the time you spend at the E.K. campus." He held out his hand to take my luggage. "Your bags, Ma'am?" He continued to smile. His teeth were so bright for his age. Almost as if they had never been touched by anything that might rot them away. " You happen to be the last student to arrive. Let me take you to meet the other students in the library, I'll leave your bags in dorm number six. We'll pass it on the way down the hall." He chuckled again before starting to walk down the hallway.
The halls were so wide compared to other schools I've went to before this. All of the doors were made from a sturdy material that had a snake skin pattern to it. Each were different colors, besides the dorms which all had brown doors. Each was labeled above, saying what they was. On the way down the hall there was two large maps, one next to the mess hall and another near the clinic. Thank goodness, I'm prone to getting lost in new places. Even if for the most part this school was just one really large hallway.
Considering the fact I was taking in all the sights, I didn't even pay attention to how
long we was walking, but time slowed down for sure. It was all so marvelous. But eventually we did reach the library. It was at the exact opposite side of the school from where I had entered. Richard put down my bags and opened the door for me.
"Ladies first." "Thank you." I smiled. I entered the library with Mr. Sphinx following a step behind me. My eyes opened wide with surprise. This is the most beautiful thing I had ever seen! "Hello my friends, I have bought yet another student for you to bond with. Please wait patiently while I finish preparing the school for opening day. " He stepped backwards, Closing the library's door behind him. The library was two stories tall with shelf after shelf filled with books. All sorted by the Dewey Decimal system for the non-fiction, all to the left. The fiction was sorted by genre, book title, and author, all to the right. As a writer and reader this was truly one of the most mind blowing things I have ever laid my eyes on.
Tom's POV:
Oh wow, Isn't she beautiful. I thought to myself. She was pale skinned with white hair. An albino, how rare. Her hair was a nice medium length, just going a few inches past her glasses. Which covered her red eyes. She was wearing a black grey dress with a black skirt, which went down to her knees. She was looking the library over, admiring the selection. I had to talk to her. It was meant to be. I walked over to her and cleared my throat. "Hi, My name is Tom." My toes curled in my shoes.
"Oh, Hi." She snapped back to reality and blushed red. "I'm sorry, I was caught up in the moment. She held out her hand. "My name is Michelle. Michelle Robinson." I looked at it confused for a few seconds before I realized she was expecting a handshake. "OH!" Oh, Really? That's my smooth recovery. "Oh… Um." Come on, Tom. I reached my hand out and accepted her handshake. "Very nice to meet you Tom, May you please introduce me to everyone? I'm not a fan of being out of the know." She put her hands together, clasping them. "I-I. Well. Um. Yeah." What am I doing, I don't even know the other students yet. Out of instinct I held my arm out, Hoping she'd let me lead her. She laughed nervously. "No thank you. I'll just follow behind." Good job, Tom, You're scaring her.
I lead her over to the other students and sat down. "Who's the new chick?" A shorter black hair kid asked from one of the chairs. He was sitting with his legs propped over one of the legs. "The new "chick" is Michelle." Michelle grunted. "She's not a big fan of being called a chick, You should manage your manners." Well, That could've went better. "Um, Maybe it would be easier if we all just introduce ourselves." I suggested. "Ooh, oh, oh, may I go first." A brown haired girl in a green shirt and jean shorts on.
Group Conversation:
The girl in the jean shorts got up and stood on the table in the middle of the sitting area. "Hello, I am Celest." She just stood there on the table looking around with a big ear to ear smile on her face. "And…" The boy that annoyed Michelle asked. "And?" Celest asked, Clearly confused. "Is that all?" Tom asked. "Oh…. Hmmm… Well I know doctor stuff." The way she said it made it sound more like a question. "If I get injured during my stay here, Do me a favor and don't touch me." The black haired boy laughed. "My name is Timothy Caine. Or if you want to avoid my wrath, you should probably just call me Tim" He removed his hat he introduced himself, holding it his chest like a true gentleman would. "And just encase you're curious, My highness." Tim made eye contact with Michelle. "I'm at the top of the teen skateboarding game." He placed his hat back on top of his head. Michelle rolled her eyes. "Was that really necessary?" Tom asked. Tim laughed.
"Well no shit, If it wasn't I wouldn't have said it. So who are you, Love bird?" Tom dropped his jaw. "I don't like her!" He mumbled. "No one said you did, Seems you have a guilty conscience about something though." Tim laughed again. "Now, Come on. Tell us about yourself. "Tom cleared his throat. "I'm Tom Louise and I was at the head of my local leadership program." It was silent for a bit then a tall muscular kid,wearing all camo, sitting on one of the couches laughed.
"Phew, I'm hoping I heard that wrong. How many people was in this program where you came out on top." Tom crossed his arms and puffed out his chest. "At least twelve." He answered. The brick wall of a teen laughed again, this time Tim joined in. Even Michelle giggled a bit from behind.
"I'm sorry, But that's pitiful." Her face was a bright red from trying to hold back her laughter. Eventually everyone was laughing besides a young boy who was sitting in the chair next to Tim. "Why're you so quiet, Shortstop?" Tim elbowed him. "How about you introduce yourself next, huh?" The little kid stood up and straightened his jacket coat. "My name is Ilvory Johnson, and I'm a child prodigy." He nodded his head. "Child prodigy, Hmmm. How neat. How old are you, Dweeb?" Asked the large muscle head from before. "I would appreciate it if you refrained from referring to me by anything but my name. But since I didn't state that before I shall answer your question anyway. I'm currently eleven." Everyone else inside of the school had at least five years on him. "A child prodigy? Pfft, how the hell does an eleven year old nigg-" Michelle stopped him. "He's just a kid, You racist imbecile. How about you take some time off from talking trash to others and tell us about yourself." The hick slacked his jaw and stared her in the eyes. If looks could kill his would've already melted the flesh from her face, "I'm Christian Cardwell, I hunt for a living. Usually if a little fawn like you dared to challenge me like that I would skin you." He puffed out a heavy breath. "How about no one gets skinned, That sounds nice." Celest curled up in fear in her chair. "Let him try." Michelle said. "He's never had prey quite as wise as I am." She give a small laugh. Christian crossed his arms and started tapping his foot, looking away from Michelle.
I will introduce the rest of the character in chapter 2