After that weird conversation, I chose my classes, although there were some really strange ones that she wouldn't let me choose, got my uniform and got shown my room. Inside my room, as I was told, was a girl, her name Joanne, and she would show me to our first class.

On our way to science, as I wanted to become a forensic anthropologist, Joanne asked
"So, what are you?"
"A person; what's with people asking that?" I replied. This was getting weird.
"Oh, nothing" She replied, and said nothing more throughout to, and in class.

After class I continued to hang around Joanne, as she had offered. I began to take in the looks and surroundings of this school. The outside may have looked old, but inside, damn it looked good. It wasn't modern, in the least, maybe apart from technology and the polished floors. The floors were a dark reddish-brown colour, and all the furnishings were antique, I'm guessing. It reminded me of something you would see in a Royal Palace in the Renaissance.
"So. Joanne, how old is this place?" I decided to ask. The silence between us was getting quite awkward.
"Oh, I think it was said to have been built in 1325AD. And no, we have had renovations done." She said, chuckling to herself. "Oh, and call me Jonny." She added, smiling at me. I gasped at how old it was, 'cause that's pretty damn old!
"Really? Jeez. That's amazing!" I stated.
By that time we had gotten to Jonny's table for lunch. There were a few people sitting at it already. Jonny started introducing them.

"Okay, so Erica, this is Lucinda. Lucinda, Erica." Jonny said, gesturing to her left.
"Uh, please, call me Eric" I said, "And, hello. It's nice to meet you." I nodded towards her. Something didn't feel right at this table. Like, I'm no good at the psychic stuff, but I could sense a terrible amount of magick here. It was overwhelming.
"So, what ar--" Lucinda started to say, but was abruptly interrupted my Jonny.
"Lucinda, shut up!" Jonny said, raising her voice a little. Some people looked over at us from distant tables. Jonny was aware of them, turned around and glared at them until they turned back around. She seemed pissed!
"Why?" Lucinda asked. She had no idea what was going on, along with the rest of us.
"Eric, this is Mikayla, but we call her Mickey. There's a free spot next to her you can sit in." Jonny said, pointing to her left. "That's also Francis and Tiffany" pointing to the other two.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you all." I said, sitting in the chair in between her and Mickey. I was starting to get a headache from all this magick.
It was a half hour break of almost non-stop chatting and gossiping, and they girls made me feel kind of welcome, but it felt like they were trying to hide something. As Mickey, Jonny and I headed back to our room for a spare, I decided to ask "Hey, are you guys like wiccans, or witches or something because you had a lot of magick around you. I can still feel some now."

They both abruptly stopped. I thought it was because we were at our room, and we were, but then they pulled me inside. "You must never speak of, or use magick in this school. You will most definitely get expelled. Please don't tell me you do. Please tell me you don't." Jonny begged.
"I…" I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded. They both gasped.
"Are you…?" They both asked me. Okay, so I was officially freaked out.
"Am I what? What the hell is going on here? What's with this school?" I blurted out. "I'm scared. I just want to know what's going on?!"
"I don't think she is Jonny. I've met some and I'm pretty sure she isn't one." Mickey said.
"Isn't one, what? Argh, please. Just tell me what's going on!" I said, going up into a yell.
"I'm not sure about her, so I'm going to talk to Mrs. Lydian. Mickey, keep her here, don't let her leave! I mean it!" Jonny ordered. I didn't know what to do, so I sat on my bed my arms around my knees.

"So, what are you? Like, witch, wiccan, what?" Mickey said. She had sat in front of me, legs crossed, stroking my leg trying to comfort me. I was upset, and my eyes showed it.
"I… I'm a wiccan. Look, what is happening? I know that this ain't any ordinary school. I can feel it. The magick is everywhere."
"Magick is forbidden. This is a school that protects us from the magick spread throughout the world, from those who misuse it. They know about this school and try to get information and attack us regularly. I don't think that it is in my power to tell you about this school but yes. This isn't an ordinary school." Mickey replied. That was all she said. I spent the rest of the day in my room, and Jonny never returned.

I hope you guys like this story because I do. I feel like I've rushed into things here, but I didn't want to ramble on about other pointless things. The interior design of the school is left to your imagination; I didn't want to go into exact details like some do. 'Magick' is spelt right. That is how I write it. The other term 'Magic' refers to magicians and "pull a rabbit out of my hat" type thing. Um, I think that all I had to say. Oh, at my school, we only have four periods a day, so I have incorporated it into this story. Um… REVIEW, please guys. I want to know what you think, if you have any ideas, what ever! Good AND bad (not too harsh though).

Oh, and those who know how to fix the spacing and stuff of the story, PLEASE LET ME KNOW! Because I have absolutely no idea how! THANKS(:

-- little vampyree x.