Chapter 1: First Impressions

Cupcake city isn't as bad as I thought. Well, from what I saw from inside the Taxi anyway. I personally prefer big cities with lots of people and activities, but I could get used to this. It's a cute little town with a few shops here and there.

But what I loved was our apartment. I finally got my own room! It might sound strange coming from a 16 year old girl, but I've never had my own room before. I never really needed it and we didn't have enough money for it before Him anyway. Being gifted with this little piece of freedom made me realize that in two years, I'll be an adult. I pushed that thought away, I'll have plenty of time to think about that later. What I need now is to drown in dreams. No wonder my mum named me Aislynn.

I was woken up by a shrill noise, piercing through my slumber. I hit the alarm clock with a "Fuck you". Yeah, I'm obviously not a morning person. I look at my dishevelled reflection. My curly hair is a frizzy mess, my eyes are puffy and my breath probably stinks. Time for a shower!

After my cold shower I felt much better. I opened my wardrobe and tried to decide what to wear. First impression are actually important.I was so disappointed when I realized that shallowness is part of human nature. Right now, I just wanted to show up in my PJs or better yet, crawl between my sheets again.

Sighing, I put on my favourite skinny jeans and white shirt with a collar. I decided to put on some concealer to hide my dark circles and a minimum amount of eyeliner. After putting on my beloved leather jacket with studs on the collar, I looked at myself in the mirror. It's astounding how much difference make-up can make. I'm grateful for technology these days, imagining myself in the Victorian times is quite scary. I'd probably be a slave.

I parked my motorbike carefully, not wanting to scratch it since it's the result of me performing with my friends and juggling three other jobs at the same time. It's seldom that I ever work that hard for anything. Riding it gives me an adrenaline rush and I'm what my friends called an adrenaline rush junkie.

I looked around but there was no one around. Hmm, looks like I'm late. Oh well, whatever. I'm new, I could use that as an excuse.

I take a moment to look at the building I will be spending my time in for who knows how long. It's actually surprisingly big for this small city, 3 stories high and it looked fairly new.

I walked in with my head held high, letting my hips sway a little more than usual. There was no one in the corridor… well that's strange. I see a door labelled as "Student Council Room". I assume this is where I'm supposed to get my schedule from. I knock once, twice, thrice…

Oh well, I'll just walk in.

"Excuse me?" I say to the blonde that seemed to be so absorbed in his work that he didn't hear me knock or walk in.