And now it's lunch time, the free time. I see Vanessa and Angela sitting together, talking about me. While Grace forwards me to a table, they stare at me. I feel their stares boring into my back.
"Cait, I'd like you to meet Laurel, David, and Chelsea."
So there was three, not one. The first girl has shiny blond hair and eyes like a river. The other girl has curly red hair, and her eyes were pure green. And I look at the boy... he looks just like any other boy.
I slightly wave to them, and clutch my friend's hand. "They look a little shy," I whisper.
She rolled her eyes. "Of course, it's their first day." She turned to the girl beside her. "Laurel, would you tell Caitlin something over in the restroom?" she whispers.
My eyes open wide. My lips were in a straight line, not knowing what to say.
The blond girl, who I'm guessing was Laurel, shrugs. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She talks so straight-forward, no fumbling aloud out of her mouth. She glares at me for a second and nods. "Um... I mean, sure." She gets up from the table and lends me her hand.
I take it, following her to the nearby girls' restroom. Luckily, there is no one here. "What do you want from me?" I ask.
Laurel shakes her head, but walks to look at my back. "You're a faerie?" She grins as I turn to look at her.
My eyes were still open wide, now the size of a potato. "How do you know?" Well that was completely unexpected... who ever thought there would ever be another faerie at my school? The odds of that were one in a million, but who's counting?
She blushes. "You're blooming. You're a fall faerie just like me." She turns and takes off her coat to show me a big bump on her back. "I have never met another faerie my gender. Is this not your first bloom?"
I can still hear so many questions in her head. I decide to answer the spoken one. "My first bloom was years ago. I've known ever since I was twelve years old. But I'm immortal," I add. "I'm not going to die after I reach the age of twenty-four, it's all set." She should know what I mean by that, right? Well, she can't know everything. I see she only bloomed last year and is now blooming her second time.
"Oh, that's interesting. I've never heard of an immortal faerie before."
I shrug. "Only the leaders decide who is chosen as the immortal one every fifty years." I pause, unsure of what to say. I'm sure she can read my mind, why didn't we do that before we came here?
"Good idea, smart one."
I roll my eyes and think, "I'm full of them. Wait... so you have no idea what an immortal fall faerie is?" I hold up my index finger to stop her from answering. I turn around and exit the restroom with Laurel following me.
She shakes her head. "I'm sorry, I've never heard of an immortal faerie before," she repeats in her head.
I let out a cold breath. I sit back down in the seat I was in before we left. "You think you were the only one chosen?"
Lauren nods. She walks back to her seat slowly, thinking more and more about me, hurting my head little by little. I pin my nails into my head and sigh.