It was seven in the morning when Stevie woke up. She threw off the yellow blanket her father had made for her. He would never admit it but knitting had been one of his hobbies. It was extremely comfortable but also extremely old. She was about five years old when he had given it to her. She did a quick spell to cleanse herself.
She looked around her room. Her wallpaper was pink and flowery. She'd have to do something about that. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling and shone brightly, casting light into every nook and cranny. The large oak cupboard was still there and there was a large padlock that guarded the things inside. Stevie had always been curious about the cupboard but Vicky never liked to talk about her father. Vicky thought her husband had died in a car crash. As if. A car crash wouldn't kill him as he always said the car protection spell before he started the car to go anywhere.
Stevie walked over to her closet and opened it. There were some clothes that still fitted her and she changed out of her old clothes, throwing them on the floor. She chose a black tank top and some ripped leggings and pulled them on before applying some mascara and lip gloss. Taking her wand out, Stevie fashioned a letter to the principal of the nearby school, Tribeca Prep. It explained that she was a new student but still had to attend detention because of "personal matters". There, that should do it. She forged a signature before slipping on her Vans and grabbing her book bag with many useful and unnecessary things in it.
She waved her wand before appearing in the halls of the school. She was the first student there, so nobody noticed. Stevie walked up to the principal's office and rapped on the door. Did teachers actually live at school? They always seemed to hang around this place.
"Come in" a slightly bored voice called out.
She opened the door and smirked.
A slightly balding man was sitting at a desk and reading a book called "In the Old West". There was a sign on his desk with his name on it.
Everything in the room was related to cowboys. Like, no joke. Everything. His tie had like, these horses on it and it was really weird. She smiled at him innocently before thrusting the letter at him. The man, Mr Laritate adjusted his glasses and furrowed his brows.
"Ah...Stevie...sit, sit." He motioned towards the large leather chair.
Stevie sat.
"New to the school I see? Well, I suppose I should give you your timetable. What do you want to take?"
She shrugged.
"Whatever's easiest."
He frowned at her as if trying to figure her out.
"Any hobbies? We have a wide variety of electives here at Tribeca."
"I like, um, photography." She mumbled, picking at her thumbnail. When she was younger, she had always taken photographs and shown her brother. He had liked them. She still had her camera with her anyways.
"Ah! A budding photographer! Well here's your timetable then. I'll see you in detention after school. Don't be late." He grinned at her before waving her off.
Weird.
She pushed open the door. People were starting to fill in now. She glanced a look at the sheet of paper he had given her. Her locker was right outside the office. Great. The school principal could keep tabs on her then.
She had English in the morning, followed by Art. Then lunch. Which meant transporting to a hot dog cart or whatever. Lunch was followed by Math and then Photo.
Tough. Four classes a day? She could handle this, right?
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