Dawn's POV
Gripping May by the hand, I pulled her behind the gates. "Please follow me." A man with bushy white hair and brown eyebrows said. He was wearing a security guard uniform, so I decided to follow him.
And of course, dragging the gaping May along.
The walls surrounding the mansion seemed at least 16 ft. tall. Floral aromas entered my nostrils, filling me with desire.
The garden was beautiful! Everywhere I looked trees, flowers, and bees looked happy.
Yeah, I mean it. The bees and flowers looked happy, gosh. I didn't know you'd make that big of a deal.
Anyhoo...
The mansion itself was ignoramus. Red tile made a pathway to the double oak doors. The school was white and gray stone combined .
Windows overlooked the gorgeous garden, and I hoped I got to be in one of those rooms.
Well, if it was possible anyways.
The door smelled piney, and Mr. Eyebrows typed in a series of numbers. (45H60L2251 to be exact.)
And the door opened.
The halls looked like a normal building , no spy stuff anywhere. (Just a cover I'm guessing.)
Wooden floor boards creaked under my weight as Bushy haired man led us to our suite.
After what seemed like forever we arrived.
"This is where you will be staying. Also, Headmistress Cynthia would like to meet you after dinner." Bushy haired man said.
Entering the double hinged doors, I examined its contents
A creamy white coated the walls, and a navy blue carpet welcomed my feet. They're were 3 double beds and 3 dressers, each dresser with an initial carved into it's wood. Except for the one in the middle… which stood bare.
One bed had a navy blue bed post, and in hot pink it read Dawn. A Light pink comforter with a big piplup on it sparkled in the distance.
You could tell May's bed was May's, well, because her name was on their and her signature colors stood out.
Her bed post matched the walls creamy hue. Her comforter was red, and yellow paint splatters.
The other bed was just there….. Anyways. There was a mini fridge marked 'snacks', and computers.
"Why is the fridge marked snacks computers?" I mumbled. My question remained unanswered….sadly…
Maybe it was because I mumbled or maybe May got annoyed by my pestering questions but anyhow.
She was staring at a lime green, single door. "I wonder what that is…" She grunted, staring aimlessly at the wooden barrier.
"Uh, bathroom… I'm guessing." I replied, quirking an eyebrow..
Where's the dining room? I thought as the scent of macaroni and cheese filled my nose.
"Right here." May proposed, reading my mind. " Ughh, I can't believe I didn't see that!" I exclaimed. I mean seriously, In big, red letters 'DINING ROOM/KITCHEN' stood out.
Pushing the double doors, we found are selves wandering hopelessly around, in order to find a seat.
"Hey! Over here!" A girl with short, jet black hair, and blue eyes said, er more like shouted. I mean everyone was staring at her and well it was awkward...
'Us?' I mouthed. Her response was a series of giggles. Tugging my hand, May dragged me over to the girl.
"Hi! I'm Sylvia! Wanna be friends?" The girl WOULD NOT stop giggling and bouncing. 'That was really forward.'
I thought, gaping at the girl. "Yep!" May said... for the both of us I'm guessing.
"Come with me, Chef Piazo is the best!" It wasn't easy to lose Sylvia in the mob of girls.
Her black hair flounced around as she walked, and her get-up was really show taking.
She was wearing black combat boots, and a pink/black plaid shirt, over that she had a black vest and skinny jeans.
I don't know why her outfit was extremly noticable, but it was.
Inching through mobs of girls we reached a buffet line. Waiting for what seemed like forever, we got are food. I got Macaroni and cheese, cantolupe, tiramisu, bread, salmon, grapes, a slice of pizza, and grape pop for a drink.
Not that you'd care or anything but I happen to be descriptive.
"Adios Mios!" I cried out, as Sylvia dragged us to a table. She took out 3 chairs and motioned us into them.
as I sat down I noticed a poster that said "Vote for Debby!"
Posters were strewn here and there, For some Debby chick that I doubt existed.
I just hate covers! Well this one in particular. I wanted to see how this school actually looked.
Like seriously, It's a school for spies... Who wouldn't wanna know what it looked like?
Crazy people, that's who.
Sittin down I started to bring my pizza to my lips.
A little bit of sauce grazed my mouth and I savored the flavor... May and I haven't eaten in what seemed like forever.
I again went back to eating my pizza when...
"Whoa! Hold on there tiger!" Sylvia exclaimed. "We wait 'till Cynthia comes and speaks."
My reply was rolling my eyes.
Just a moment after a woman with long, blonde hair strode in.
Real sorry! Leaf taking over
May's POV
I stared down at my food. It wasn't like Brock's cooking, but I could get used to it. I mean, come on! He's been there my whole life, so of course I'm going to love his cooking. But just as I was about to bite down Sylvia giggled.
"Whoa! Hold on there, Tiger!" Sylvia exclaimed tucking her jet black hair behind her ears. "We wait till Cynthia comes and speaks." I sighed defeatly putting down my sandwich. Dawn stopped to scan the room. And Sylvia kept on laughing nervously. I swear she's going to explode.
"So... how's school here?" I asked making some conversation. "I find this place amazing!" Sylvia smiled bashfully. At least she wasn't going to explode.
"You must be May, right! I heard so much about you!" Sylvia burst. Talking about me? Someone knows about Dawn and I, maybe Cynthia told them about us? But that's not possible unless Sylvia was suppose to befriend us so we could be more comfortable here.
"From whom?" I asked slyly. If Sylvia was a good trained spy she would know what I'm doing. Plus it would state the standards of this supposely 'Spy School.'
"May I please have your attention!" I turned around. The lady on stage was beautiful and no doubt Headmistress Cynthia. Her blonde hair went all the way down to her legs and she had these really cool barrettes. She wore a black jacket with black dressy pants.
"I am Headmistress Cynthia. You girls are exceptional young women, and I hope you excel in your talents this year. We will be having a few more extra students than usual but none-less let them join them you in your activities. The same rules as before. you are not permitted to go outside unless your Covert Operations Teacher has taken you there. No fighting. Do not touch the artwork or security stuff. Or else the people would wonder what's go on here. And now I would like to call on the staff." Cynthia announced to the lunch room and gestured to the staff. The staff was unlike any I have ever seen before.
Mr. Jinin was probably the most disguise-like master ever. Well at least according to Sylvia, had his face changed every year because his face was on the most wanted list of America. And also according to Sylvia, that the adults don't like to call it that but it is a school for spies, not EXCEPTIONAL young women.
Mrs. Habut is probably the most teacherly looking out of all of the staff. She had wrinkles and looked pretty normal except for the fact that she teaches spies. What does she teach anyway? Turns out english and foreign languages, also AGAIN according to Sylvia.
Madame Reira looks sooo fancy! She had on one of those ballroom dresses. And a Chinese fan and makeup plastered onto her face. For some reason she teaches manners and other etiquette stuff. Such as dance and setting up tables.
That's when he came in. The teacher that was late was obviously new. His dirty blonde hair was gelled and looked almost perfect. And I could see that the girls were obviously swooning over him.
Enter, Mr. Solomon. Newest teacher and aquatinted with Cynthia. Obviously spy school was something. Because Mr. Solomon was hot. Hot stuff.
"Isn't he gorgeous!" Sylvia whispered, "I know right! Look at his blue eyes." Dawn squealed. All around us I heard conversations about Mr. Solomon, the new teacher.
"Girls! Carry on, but I need to see Dawn Berlitz and May Jasmine." Cynthia called over the girls voices. And just like that is was silence. Yeah, maybe we have some sort of thing to do with the silence. Dawn and I looked at each other and I merely shrugged. We walked silently upon the crowd of stares.
"Very good, girls. Brock has trained you well." Cynthia smiled slightly and walked away. we followed her wondering what she was going to do. Brock had entrusted her with us and we have to trust her.
"I need you to listen to me carefully." Cynthia nodded looking back at us. In front of her was this statue of a sword and 3 rings in it. "Outside this school, we are nothing but a boarding school for girls. But in this school you will be trained stuff no boarding school will teach. I entrust that Brock taught you 14 languages? We use all those languages here." we nodded. Wow, I am getting a little rusty in spanish.
"And now for the security. If you hear the RED Button alarm it means there will be regular people coming in. Like a warning." Cynthia continued showing all the security. How if you press this glass your hair will be poofed off and other spy stuff.
"Girls, I am sorry but we will have to do the pledge this evening with the other H.A.L.L girls. We honor our sisterhood here and you will be officially joining along with your roomate." Our roomate? Let me guess, Sylvia?
"I will escort you back to dinner. You will know your schedule soon enough." Cynthia muttered taking us all the way back to the cafe/dining hall. Wow, just amazing.
"I can't believe we have a roomate!" I smiled at Dawn. This is so exciting in more ways than one!
"Hey, you should of saw Mr Solomon!" Sylvia grinned turning us around. My face turned a little red from the surprise accouter. I didn't expect that from her but she's turning out more than I imagined.
"Lemme guess, you saw some of his six pack?" Dawn smirked teasling.
"Yes, but except an eight pack!" Sylvia squealed dragging us to our food. I rolled my eyes. As soon as I caught eye of the food, I rushed to it's side. Oh it's been hours since we last ate! And this smells so good. I poked at it a little but I manage to swallow down the meat. Oh soo savory and delicious especially since I didn't eat. Dawn did the same thing but she sat there picking at her pizza. She took off the cheese and ate the pizza without the cheese. She's so picky! Me? I'm just picky about what foods I eat but if I like it I eat it a lot.
Yellow is taking over now!
Dawn's POV
I looked at my pizza disgusted. Cheese? Cheese? Who put's cheese on pizza?
Normal people love cheese on their pizza, but me? Well Let's just say I'm picky about texture.
Melted cheese is like a snail is crawling down your throat. Ughh!
May and I just got back from a chat, and I'm complaining about cheese.. wow that's low.
After May and I were done stuffing ourselves, we headed to our room.
Apparently we were getting a roomate... maybe that's why it looked like a normal school?...
Probably, Cynthia already know's we're spies... She wouldn't need a cover for us...would she?
I dunno, but my hyperactive best friend was flashing a toothy grin.
Once we arrived at our room. May, fast as lightning. Opened the door, reaviling a trim, cut bed.
The bed that was empty!
THAT bed, the one that was empty like 10 minutes ago.
A girl about are age, sat on it's edge, slumped over like a rag doll.
She was twidiling her thumbs, and her aubrun hair danced playfully around her face, adding life to her dull expression.
Is it just me or is it plain creepy that her hair was flowing by itself?
"Hi!" May said, estasctically.
" Hi." She mumbled.
" What's your name?" I asked, hopeing to start a converstation.
"April Rose May." She exaggerated, rolling her light blue eyes.
"Just you're first name sweetie." May said.
I gave May the 'You just called that girl Sweetie?' look. All May did was smirk.
The April chick lifted her head, and reaveled her purple bangs.
"Are you two just gonna stand there gawking at me, or formly introduce yourselves?" She sneered.
"Somebody has a temper.." I raised my voice an octave higher, and she looked at me like I was mentally challenged.
"I'm May, and this is Dawn." May gestured toward me, where I glared aimlessly at her bed.
May stuck out her hand and walked over to Ms. No-it-all.
"Uh, I don't touch poor peoples hands. And P.S. ever heard of deoderant?" April stared daggers at May. May keeping her cool just shook her head and sat down.
On April's bed...
The bed where that was proclaimed no mans land...
"!" She screamed, pushing May to the ground.
"Oh, I see! You're one of those bitchy rich girls!" I said, defending May.
Oh gosh, why didn't I beat her up? I just say something.. What does talking ever do for you?
April stood up, put sat back down... glacing at the door...
"Ladies!" I would remember that blonde scraggly hair anywhere... !
"I see you met Ms. April June May." He continued , pointing to the unknown lifeform...
That was our roomate...
Well... yea... just to let you know all those times I supposedly "said something" I didn't say at all...
for authors notes and such, like when Leaf makes me say weird things! I know that probably made noooo sense whatsoever but oh well!
Haha I know, I know. April's name is cliche.. but oh well!
But I hope you liked it! Please review! :)
-Yellow