Author's Note (Sirona): Chapter written by Liz, edited by me and Liz. Special thanks to Renee for contributing Elizabeth!)
As we walked into the hallowed halls, I felt someone smack me in the back of my head. "Uh, whatch where you're going?" said a stupid prep voice. I recognized it post haste. "Elizabeth," I groaned, whipping around. Elizabeth was my other cousin, and was Ivory's cousin too. I growled. "Well, if it a... conscientious woman before me," I said, biding my tongue.
Elizabeth was the polar opposite of Ivory and me; She had bright short green hair, yellow lipstick on bright vibrant sunkissed skin, and wore a pink latex mini dress with a blue denim skirt underneath, stupid fucking red cowboy boots and little pom pom earrings. She was just as old as Ivory. "And I see you've got my cousin captain homo hominid with you," she said homophobically. "You better shut the fuck up, sister or I'll kick your ass!" I said. "What the fuck ever you pork pie," she whispered at me as she twisted my hair. "Listen, I'm going to be the best student at this college and have lots of boyfriends and encounters with them, and as far as YOU ARE concerned, you aren't r elated; I need people thinking I'M sexy WITH NO GREY BAGGAGE," she warned.
"not a problem, hoebag." I told her. "Wouldn't wanna be related to you either," I told her while giving her the flip off finger. She began charging a skin-spiraling spell. "When I'm done, you like, be like, so wrinkled you grandma will look youngeer than you, you.. you poeface!" We gasped at her slur. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY YOU BITCH?" Marina screeched. "You CAN'T be gothist right now!" she almost threw a punch, but Ivory stopped her. "It isn't worth it. Let it go, Marina." he coed into her ear. She melted, and relented. "Fine. But you bring that bigotry round here sweetie, and you're gonna get a slap right in your pasty ugly whore face!" Elizabeth leaned in. "Why don't you go read a poem and cry like a bitch, you loser?" she said badly. She laughed and walked off.
I cried a little bit. "God fucking damn it... I get gothism here and earth. It sucks massive dick..." I said, discriminatedly. Marina wiped my tear away. "It's alright. We'll get that mean upbeat girl another day. Right now, let's go get oriented," she told me kindly. i LOOKED at her and nodded. "Yeah, let's fucking go," I said, sucking up my crying.
Eventually, we made it to Orientation Hall, where an oddly familar chick was standing at a podium. She had pallid pasty skin and flat white hair, paired with a spiked red va-va-voom top and black opera gloes. "no way, is that..." I began to wonder aloud. And it most certainly was.
"Welcome, dorkuses and dweebuses! I am Eda The Owl Lady, and I am your headmaster! Welcome to Carolton College for Witches and Shit!" she declared as black fireworks went off behind her. "You all are here because you're talented, young adult to late teen wizards. And I salute you! We also serve as a bastion for weirdos. Goths, Super Preps, whatever the fuck. Just be good to each other i fucking suppose." She took a swig of a dark red liquid. "Now, we believe in trackless learning, but you will be sorted into houses, like that brainless shit-book about the fucky little wizard boy ignorants love so much..."
Suddenly, 5 banners rolled out: A white one, a black one, a green one, and blue one, and a yellow one. "These are your houses. The white one is for Purelets, for those who purely just wish to learn magic and are stupid and neutral. The black one is Shadehollows, for those with troubled pasts and presents and want community in each other or some gay shit. The green one is for... ah who gives a shit, information's on the poster on the wall. Just tap whatever banner you want and you'll get your stinkin cloaks and room cards. Orientation dismissed, you slutburgers," she said, clearly getting more drunker.
Everyone lined up, and me, Marina, Ivory all stood in line for Shadehollows, We felt it would be our best fitted group. After we all touched the banners, we got shiny black cloaks and hotel card looking keys. Our cloaks had broken heart insigias on the chest. "Bitchin," I said to my gothic friends. Then, a middle aged other woman with cokedbotle glasses and pure black hair and a blood red dress came up. "This way to your dormitorites," she said boredly. We followed her to a circular room with 12 doors. "Just put your ard up to a door and it'll take you to your doom. Guide dismissed," she said, clearly wanting to just leave.
We all walked in, and found a large room with many doors and floors. There was a blood fountain in the center of it all and a mini mosh pit, and a cool restaurant inside that served popular food for gothics. "This is awesome," i said, suppressing my true intense feelings. I saw a guy walk out of the restarant... And it was Forrester. He had breadcrumbs on his cheek. "Ooh, look who it is, Marina, whispered." I turned beet red. "Shut the titan up...!" i told her. He came up to me and i gasped.
"Hey, looks like we're in the same house. I'll see you around." he said, and then he left.