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For maybe the last time I only own the characters Summer and Andrew. Nothing else.

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Me: Great, let's watch a scary movie now!

Chapter 3 – Bad Start

Andrew led me to where my locker was, before taking me to the assembly hall. The gigantic hall was filled with hundreds of girls and boys wearing purple capes. Nearly all of them wore the same bored expression on their faces. I didn't blame them. Assembly was the most boring and slow thing in the world. As I looked around, I noticed that the age groups were very different. There were children aged from about ten to eighteen. We made our way to the benches on the fourth row. Assembly passed slowly as always. I nearly died of boredom. I wanted to scream and runaway from this dull place.

Andrew guided me to my next class after assembly was finally over. Mr Bateman was my teacher for Drama. I didn't get off to a very good start. I kept calling him Mr. Batman as opposed to Mr. Bateman. Luckily he wasn't one to hold a grudge. He actually laughed whenever I got his name wrong. Mr Bateman was a cheery looking man, who always smiled. He was quite young and handsome, with short, dark brown hair. Overall he was a great teacher.

Afterwards, we were allowed to go into the garden for some fresh air and a run. As I stepped outside, I felt a cold hand tap my shoulder. I turned around to meet Andrew and another girl with red hair.

"Hi, Summer. This is Claudia." He said, pointing to the red haired girl.

"Hello, nice to meet you" I smiled at the small girl. She looked younger than us, so I was surprised when she told me she was 16 years old and was in the Art Department.

We went to sit down with a group of other kids. Their ages varied between twelve and sixteen years old. Of them, I recognised a young girl also in Drama. She had purple hair and wore very high heels. I saw her acting and she was outstanding. She was better than all the kids older and more experienced than her.

"This is Olivia Vertigo." Andrew said, pointing at the purple haired girl. Olivia waved at me and gave me an encouraging smile. Andrew introduced me to everyone in the group. I only remembered Olivia, Claudia and a scruffy haired boy called Charlie.

Lessons went by slowly. I followed Andrew and Olivia to the purple canteen. The food was disgusting and bland. I missed the home-cooked meals back at home. I kept my eyes on my food. The rest of the day passed by. I went from room to room for lessons and to the canteen for tea. We were allowed to have a last run in the field before dark.