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A Stunning Entrance

By now I was sitting on my bed, staring at the pop in my hands. Deija had been in the shower when I had re-entered the room. She was still in there now so I didn't have to talk to her yet.

Sighing I opened the can, watching the little bubbles almost overflow. I took a small sip and put the can down on my little table. Ironically this was my favourite soda flavour out there.

I sat there pondering the weird man for the next couple of minutes. I heard the bathroom door open and a messily dressed Deija walked into the room casually. She looked at me blankly for a second then grabbed a pile of papers from her bookshelf.

"So blondie," She looked over at me.

"My name's Eden..." I sighed, knowing it was hopeless and I was now forever dubbed 'blondie.' It wasn't my fault I had platinum hair.

"Whatever. What courses you taking this semester?" From the stack of papers she was holding she pulled out a small sheet that was probably her schedule.

I reached into my back pocket and found my paper. Pulling it out I looked it over. "English literature, dance, drama and a spare."

She made a disapproving noise from her spot on the bed. "I've got none with you. All I have are a couple sciences." I looked at her questioningly. "And a math. I'm planning on going into a medical career."

I blinked and stared at her. Having a horrible mental image of Deija as a nurse. She'd scare her patients into perfect health.

Giggling I covered my mouth with my hand and looked up at her. She had a weird smile. "I get that a lot. My plan sounds outrageous for me huh?"

"No,no that isn't it. It's not your brains that I question... it's your methods. Or at least a method I thought you would use." I amended waving my hands in front of me at her.

"What about you, what are you doing with your life?"

"I want to be a professional figure skater. Weird, I know..." I rubbed the back of my head and laughed a bit.

"Nah, that's pretty cool, you're built like a skater too." She looked sincere, pushing a bit of hair out of her face.

"Thanks." I looked at my pop and took another sip.

She's not that bad... if anything she's actually really nice, just a little threatening.

"Hey, that's my favourite kind, can I have a sip?" She reached over her bed with little grabby fingers at my pop.

I nodded and handed her the can. She smiled at me brightly and took a huge gulp.

I awoke with a groan, hitting my alarm clock and rolling over. I heard Deija moving around on her side of the room, possibly getting ready for classes.

Sitting up I rubbed the sleep from my eyes with the back of my hand. I grumbled as I heard my roomie laughing at my bed hair. Dragging my feet I trudged over to the bathroom, preparing for my shower.

The night before I had gone with Deija on a tour of where my classes were. She had explained that it was moderately difficult to get lost and that I would be fine. We walked the path from all my classes... twice. I was still going to get lost.

After washing I turned off the shower and stepped out, shaking water off my feet. Wrapped my hair in a towel, then my body in one too.

Mornings were not my thing.

Looking into the foggy mirror I rubbed off a small patch to see my face. Brush teeth, check. Makeup, check. I turned and walked out of the room, heading over to my clothing pile.

Deija made an amused noise from somewhere behind me. "You're like a zombie. You'd be funny to see hung-over."

I gave her a nastily look over my shoulder. I found my uniform and stumbled back into the bathroom. Drying off a bit more I got dressed then blow dried my hair. Frowning a bit at my too-pale skin and my droopy hair. I put it up in a pony-tail.

Growing up in the north, I had always admired people with tanned or darker skin tones. It was a weird fascination but it kept me happy.

Having left the bathroom I was standing in front of our mini-fridge with a bowl of cheap cereal. Crunching slowly I saw Deija turn to me holding out a coffee. Shaking my head slowly I grumbled, "No thanks, I don't really like coffee. It smells funky." She laughed lightly then drank the cup herself. Black.

Slightly grimacing I put down my empty bowl and checked my clock. 8:15 am. Figuring that it was about time to leave for my first class I grabbed and shouldered my messenger bag. Without a word I walked out of the room and down the not so familiar hallway toward drama.

I was outside heading into the building where drama was when I heard my name being called. I turned around instinctively and searched for a familiar face. I frowned when I saw no one I knew.

"Eden!" I heard the cry from somewhere close. I freaked out when I was tackled by a small form.

"Ummph." I groaned as I was squeezed by the blue haired girl like a teddy bear. Trying to ply her off, I made little impatient noises when she clung tighter.

"I missed you!"

"Road." I turned my head to see an un-amused looking boy with white hair looking at the girl. He wasn't that tall. In fact he was short.

"Allen~ this is Eden. The one I told you about." She looked at him around me. He still had an un-amused face. Making a little gasp I noticed an odd red scar running down his face. He looked over at me and smiled.

Rubbing the back of his head he laughed apologetically. "I'm sorry about her, she's a bit strange." I blinked at him, with a small nod he turned back to Road.

"But Allen..." She whined stomping her foot childishly. "Fine." After one last hug she let go and stood beside the 'Allen' boy.

"It was nice to meet you Eden." He smiled again but something about it made me cringe. It looked wrong somehow.

Road looked up at him and smiled, grabbing his arm and dragging the protesting boy behind her.

"Strange. This school is strange." I declared while holding my head. I started walking again toward class.

I was walking down the hall when I saw the door that I was supposed to go through. Looking around I wondered why there weren't any other students in the halls.

Stepping in front of the door I heard a loud buzzing noise above me. Slightly panicking I zipped toward the classroom at lightning speed, trying to avoid being late.

I heard a loud cry from inside the class and then a hollow 'thud'. Black covered my vision and I hit the floor, my body like a rag-dolls.

My head spinning I closed my eyes trying to comprehend what was going on. I heard noises and commotion inside of the class, along with laughing and some cries of horror.

Looking up I saw the door open and heard some of the voices from inside the class more clearly.

"Sir! You hit her!"

"Oh no! Is she okay?"

"Watch before you close the door Sir!"

"Haha, Sir is so slow!!"

The rest of the sounds died as I sat up holding my head. I looked up into the doorway to find the Hispanic coloured man staring down at me shocked.

My expression was probably the same as his. My head began to swim from embarrassment and shock. He was still staring down at me blinking in surprise.

We sat there in awkward silence. A large purple bruise forming on my forehead.