Chapter 2
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A/N: Taranodongirl1, Cocoa is probably going to be a rebel.
I woke just before Grimm came to check on me. He left me to get dressed. He smiled as he did. It was my first day of school.
" You bastard!" I yelled after him.
"Don't argue." He lazily whipped back. I had no say now. I got dressed in a tee shirt and jeans. Helen stopped me before I got to the stairs.
"Be good today. Please. He'll let anything slide if you obey." She whispered.
"What?" I looked at her fully. She nodded slowly. I stepped back, the gravity of her look was too much.
" I know it's a lot, but it's true. Go get breakfast." Helen let me go downstairs. Grimm waited at the table with a plate of eggs for me. I ate, trying my best not to throw the plate down and demand to go home. It's all I wanted now. To live without fear of being locked away again or someone's emotions. I knew I'd written stuff like this before, but it's so much more different when you live it.
"Now, go brush your teeth and we'll get going." He said it casually like he had raised someone before. Like he was a parent.
"OK." I spat through girding teeth. He wasn't my father. Grimm frowned a little, but said nothing as I went to bathroom.
Gold crept up the walls, blue tinted the sink and mirror, and it could fit 10 people easy. My reflection showed me my face, brown hair, reddish brown eyes. I was 5' 6". I finished brushing my teeth and left. He got up from the couch and led me to a carriage. A real one with horses and everything. The coachman opened the door for us. The seats were cushioned. Grimm took the one facing me. It was a long drive to the school. We didn't talk. The building was impressive. Students were walking into the large open doors. Most were people sized, but I saw a giant or two. We went passed the drop off site.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"As headmaster, I have my own entrance. Now, when we get inside, I'll take you to your dorm and then we'll go the assembly," He told me. We got inside and walked to his office. I waited while he checked the schedule,"Yes, there's enough time."
Grimm took me to the girl's dorm. I had the last room at the end of the hall. It had more furniture than my room at the mansion. A desk and a night stand to be exact. I didn't get to explore it because he said we had to get to the auditorium. I followed. He let me eat the snacks on a rolling cart. Soon, there was a mummer, the kind that a crowd make. Grimm left to go to the podium. The speech he gave was a tired one.
"Now, I'd like to introduce Cocoa Evans, a new student." He announced. I scrambled up and tried to disguise my run as a fast walk. Why'd he put the podium so far away? I got there.
"Headmaster?" A blond girl in a blue dress asked. She had a iPad thing.
"One question, Blondie. That's it." He broke from his formal speaking. Blondie and the others noticed.
"Um, what fairy tale is she from?" She stammered.
"She's not from a fairy tale. She's a writer from the the real world, where the readers are." He elaborated. Gasps all at once were extracted from the crowd. I felt the air get pulled away from me then get heated from all the talking they did next.
"Why is she here?" A boy in a crown stood up. He was blond and white teeth.
"She's here to learn with you and advance her talents as a writer. Now, go the Castleteria." Grimm told them. They did. A girl in purple paused, looking at me. Grimm handed me my schedule. I had writing class twice. One with him and another with Jack B. Nimble. Jack's was first. English, Econ, art, free period.
"Study hall, too?" I looked at it. Fluff. That's all it was.
"You passed the SAT. That's all you need to graduate now." He said.
"What about a Senior Project?" I asked.
"We don't do that here. Off to B. Nimble's class." He waved me off. I walked off the stage, deciding to find someone with the same class.
Grimm's POV
Cocoa left, but something stayed behind. A ghostly boy with oak brown hair and watery green eyes.
'We know what you did. You're sick.' He slapped me. It stung. Then more ghosts appeared. Men. One in a trench coat with red brown hair spat in my face. The glob hit its mark, warm and real. Circling me, they kicked and punched. I couldn't fight them all and was on the ground quickly. The boy got them to stop when I bled in several places.
'Not now. Later. Cocoa decides.' The boy glared at me.
'Remember our faces, Milton.' A sandy haired man nudged my face to get me to look at the others. My left eye was swollen and watering. Then they disappeared.
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