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The next morning, I was walking through the hallways with Nacre, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes when Penelope Blanc smirked and whispered something to her friend. My pale white skin flushed unbecoming crimson as a titter spread through the hallways. Penelope has big, innocent violet eyes rimmed with thin, pale eyelashes. Her cornsilk hair falls in silky waves to her chest; her dress, going to her knees, is a frothy lavender layered with sheets of lace and matched with kid leather boots. I admit, I am jealous of her, especially when compared to my plain ashen black hair, a cherry-red dress, and drab ebony flats.
Honestly, I don't get team JSPR. Why would they be so jealous over a tournament? Maybe they're jealous of you, a muffled voice whispers in my head. That's ridiculous. Again, why would they be jealous over a 16 year old orphan? Sure, I got into Beacon a year early, but that's only because Ozpin felt sorry for me, not on account of my "phenomenal" fighting skills. Scarlett Sangre strides in, her smooth, tanned skin sharply contrasted by her draping blood-red cloak, billowing in the open mouths of the students. Her weapon, a steel stiletto that converts into a compact pistol, bumps lightly in its chocolate brown sheath as her heeled leather boots click smartly on the stone tiles. "Come on, let's go. I don't even want to see that creep Rian." Nacre whispers in disgust.
Allowing myself to be led away, like a lamb to the slaughter I turn my head around one more time. Nacre forcefully twists it back around. "Hey, don't stress about JSPR." she gently says. "If you say so," I concede, putting my hands up. Suddenly, I see a girl with blonde hair, almost platinum blonde, grass-green eyes, blinding white button down shirt, and a loose black chiffon skirt. She looks confused, and I don't think I've ever seen her before. "Nacre…? Should we…" My voice trails off as I whip around. Nacre is already heading towards the new girl. "Nacre Pearl," Nacre says in a bubbly manner.
"Glynda Goodwitch," she replies softly. Her voice has a strange lilt to it, almost as if she's singing each word. "Cinder Fall. You look like you need some help. What's your first class?" I interject. "Oh, um, I have Professor Peach." she shyly murmurs. "Oh? That's really sad….you have Ironwood in your class. He's...how shall I put this delicately? An idiot." I spit out with venom. "But don't worry, you have us in your class. And the rest of our team. Don't worry, they're nicer than Cinder." Nacre hurriedly says, smoothing things over. I assume a mock offended look.
"I thought we were friends!" The flow of conversation continues all the way to Peach's class, where we sit down. I make sure to nab a spot right above Ironwood. Glynda scoots into another aisle as Nacre beckons her to sit with us. Diamond and Rose meet up with us, hurrying into class as the Professor starts lecturing.
"Who's she?" Diamond asks disdainfully. "A new girl. Her name's Glynda." I state in a clipped manner. "Hello!" Glynda waves cheerfully beside Nacre. Ironwood turns around curiously. "Shhhhhh!" he says, holding his index finger to his lips. His eyes alight on Glynda and he says, in what I'm sure is his impression of a suave manner, "Hey...want to sit here?"
Glynda wrinkles her nose in disgust as his face falls. "Nice!" Diamond encourages, high-fiving her. "Glynda….want to sit with us at lunch?" I interject as the rest of my team's faces go from amazed to astonished. The first step in my revenge is complete.