I woke up about a half hour later to the annoying sound of tapping on my door. Assuming that it was knocking, I got up and swung open the door to find two unusually happy, and completely unfamiliar, faces staring at me with my ruffled bed hair, and wrinkled clothes. I blinked a few times, trying to get my eyes to focus on the two of them, but something was screwing up my vision. I'm not quite sure if it was the annoying shine off their teeth, or maybe the unnatural glow of their hair, or maybe a combination of the both. Whatever it was, it made me completely unable to look at either of them without shielding my eyes. "Let me guess." I said, drowsiness dripping from every syllable. "You two must be the welcoming committee." I said, with extreme sarcasm and annoyance. They just smiled even bigger and nodded. Finally, the one on the left spoke up.
"I'm Brigid, and this is Victorya." She said motioning from herself to the brunet standing next to her.
"Spelled with a 'y'" the brunet piped in. My mouth hung open a little bit as I tried to figure out any plausible way to spell Victoria with a 'y', and I was on the brink of asking the girl, when I decided that it really didn't matter all that much to me, and I didn't exactly want to hear her high-pitched voice again.
"So…" I said looking back and forth between them trying to remember one of their names, and then finally just deciding 'to hell with it'! "You," I said pointing at the one who had spoken first.
"Brigid," She said still smiling.
"Yeah, whatever. You, why are you here?" I asked hoping that the answer would be short and to the point.
"Well," The one that I didn't want to talk started, "we're here to inform you about the upcoming events here at Spencer Academy." She said. 'Didn't I ask the other one?' I thought to myself, but I didn't have the chance to answer it because the other one started talking.
"The Sunday after Christmas, December 30th, we're having the Winter Formal. The tickets are on sale now, that is if you want to go." She said, I mentally loaded my mind gun, prepared to mentally shoot her if that was the only reason she woke me up. "Also, the winter and spring sports try outs are this coming week. There's basketball, dance team, swim/dive team, baseball, and soccer tryouts on Thursday." She started. 'Wow,' I thought 'there's a lot going on in just one day at this school…'
"Friday," the brunet started, but I had already heard all I needed.
"That's alright, I'm not going to be here Friday, and so you really don't need to tell me anything else." I said trying to close the door.
"But wait!" One of them said, sticking their hand in the way of the door.
"That's not a good idea" I said just about ready to slam the door on that chick's fingers.
"But-" she started, but I cut her off.
"Move your fingers or I will break them with this door…" I said, probably looking very close to insane. The girl gave me a terrified look and withdrew her hands from the door. Quickly I shut the door and sat down on the bed. 'I should probably get unpacked' I thought to myself, slowly getting up.
I first set up my foldable circle chair right next to the door. "Just like home…" I whispered to myself. I opened one of my many boxes and pulled out my bed sheets. Making my bed was easy; not falling asleep on it was a little bit more difficult. Finally, after finishing unpacking almost everything but the books, I decided to go get the lunch that was supposed to be bought for me by that guy that knocked me into the snow. What on earth was his name again… Reece, Reed, REID! That was it, Reid. If I ever saw him again I would SO make him buy me lunch.
I decided that before I left my room, I would try to make myself look at least half decent. Quickly I made my way to the showers, change of clothes and towels in hand. As I entered the room, I set my belongings outside the shower. Quickly I changed out of my clothes and slipped into the shower. It took no more than ten minutes for me to wash, shampoo, and shave, and then leave wrapped snuggly in a towel.
After I had dried myself off thoroughly and pulled my damp hair back into a messy bun, I changed into normal clothes and went back to my dorm. I threw the wet towels I used and the clothes I changed out of in a laundry basket I had set right next to the door. I pulled out the two hair ties that were keeping my annoying black hair off the back of my neck. I plugged my hairdryer into an outlet I found near the sink in what Spencer Academy called a bathroom, and started to dry my hair. Once it was dry, it was sort of straight, but I still felt like it could use some help, so I plugged in my hair straightener.
In the middle of straightening my hair, my right shoulder felt as though it was on fire! I quickly let the straightener drop and grabbed my shoulder. Within moments, I felt the straightener burn two neat lines on the top of my foot. I yelped in pain and kicked the straightener away. After that I decided that my hair would look better back up in a messy bun, so I unplugged the straightener, and pulled my hair back. I checked myself in the mirror to make sure I looked decent, and slipped on some shoes before heading out.
I peeked out my door hoping that the scary twins weren't still out there waiting. As soon as I saw I was in the clear, I dashed out the door. Then I realized I had no idea where I was going. Just down the hallway I saw a girl who looked pretty cool, so I quickly walked over to her.
"Hey," I said "do you know anywhere in town that makes good food?" She turned around with a blank stare on her face.
"Oh, um, yeah. Nicky's usually makes pretty good stuff." She said. I thanked her and went on my way.
I got to my car when I realized I had no idea where Nicky's was. Fortunately, my GPS was still plugged in after giving me directions to Spencer Academy. I tried searching for it, but nothing showed up. Then I decided to look it up online. In Google I typed Nicky's, Ipswich, and Massachusetts. The only thing that came up was a bar that was about two minutes away from the school. I shrugged, and decided that it must be a mistake, and that the place had changed over the years. My car started up, this time without hesitation. I pulled out of the parking lot, and made my way to Nicky's