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Wow, I was so shocked by the response I got for my very first chapter and fanfic that I decided to continue. I probably would have even if I had gotten like one review though. I thank everyone to the bottom of heart who faved, reviewed, followed, viewed, etc. Thank you all!
This chapter is not as good as the last one. I had some trouble. I have to give it up writers who create more than one chapter stories, because it may not seem hard, but truthfully, it is hard to keep a story on track. You need to tie loose ends that need to be tied in order to continue, and I had some difficulty with that but thank you if you are continuing to view this.
Enjoy!
Previously on The Beginning to the End:
So I went into science. I thought if I could find a way to get cures for the injured, kids wouldn't have to survive the faith that my parents had.
It all turned to slow motion though when I saw his eyes.
They were blue, not light or dark, or even sea green they were blue. My new favorite color.
"New?" he questioned.
"Yes. I'm Nina," I held my hand for a shake.
"Fabian," he responded.
She seemed sweet but I guess her and Fabian were a thing so she was a little defensive.
The girl next to her, her best friend it seemed, was identical. She also had brown eyes and the smug look, and her uniform
radiated popular.
"Do you believe in aliens?" he asked. The boy had on a uniform like the rest of the student body, minus the athletes. He wore his tie loosely, and his blazer had disappeared. He had light brown skin with dark curls on top of his head.
Jerome walked over, hair gel making his dark blond hair stick up in unique places. He was at least 5' 11", making me feel like a shadow in his path. "Yeah, Alfonso?"
"I'm Amber," she declared.
"Patricia," the other girl waved.
"Nice to meet you," I replied. I opened the door, when I heard, "What's your name?"
I poked my head out one more time, "Nina."
"Hello," the receptionist greeted, in a monologue voice. She never even glanced up at me, to see my cheery face. Her eyes were locked on the screen, as if she was trying to defeat level 127 in Candy Crush instead of doing her work.
"Hi," I replied. "My name is Nina Martin and I'm-"
"You're the new student," she interrupted, "on a scholarship, and your elective class choice was Biotechnology. " She finished for me, still staring at her screen. She pulled out a folder beside her and began pulling out papers. "You're information is in here. Your roommate, housing, schedule, general information." She flipped through some papers, "Here is your class information. Includes supplies, expectations, signatures, and any final questions or concerns." Her accent kept droning on, and the length of her speech made my smile inch away with every word.
"Thank you." I bid a farewell, snatching up my papers, heading out the door once more.
If I turned around, I would have seen her smirk headed in my direction.
Making it to my "House", which is what they called a "dorm", was ten times harder than I thought. First off, I said dorm three times, before someone who loved The Big Bang Theory, realized I meant a House. Then, my House was at the far end of the school, with different pathways, so I had to ask every kid along the way if I was on the right track.
By the time I was halfway across the field, the Victorian house loomed, its shadow casting a dim lighting against the jubilant sun. I smiled, and broke into a run, until I was at the steps. I turned around to realize how far away the House was from the school. I would have to walk ten minutes to get to school every morning.
But it was worth it.
I climbed up the steps, and every move made the ivy that coated the stone shift. I reached for the doorknob, but the door was opening on its own. I was crept out, until a women in her early forties jumped out of nowhere, surprising me.
"Welcome to Anubis House!" She screeched, devouring me in a hug. I gasped; it'd been so long, since… since someone had hugged me like that…
I was about to retreat from my stiff position, hands by my sides, when she let go.
Why was I always too late?
"Trudy!" A voice rang out, by the staircase. I turned my head to the side, to see an old man, in his late forties, wearing a tan lab coat, black slack, a black vest and a white dress shirt.
Was he there the whole time?
"Our new student, shall be given the tour, before the others arrive, Trudy, that is an order," he stated. He had a voice of authority that rang out as clear as day. "Miss Martin, be cautious, throughout the house, as the cellar, the attic, and my office are out of bounds. Are we clear?"
I gulped, nodding, "Crystal."
The man disappeared up the stairs, and I asked Trudy, "Who was that?"
Trudy smiled, "Victor. He's in charge."
Trudy gave the exclusive tour. Obviously not the restricted areas, but she showed me her secret stash of chocolate chip cookies.
I love it here.
The first floor was all male-besides Trudy who slept beside the kitchen in a bedroom. The floor was access to girls between morning and 9 o'clock. Upstairs was girls' only- except Victor, who no one knew where he slept, but most guessed he never did, as he was a vampire. "But, you didn't hear it from me," Trudy giggled.
Trudy helped me unpack, before she ran downstairs to begin "supper". My side of the room was bland, until of course I began hanging up posters of The Periodic Table of Elements, The Human Body, and a diorama of the Human Brain. I had a few posters of celebrities, which consisted of The Script, Ed Sheeran, and The Wanted. I never dared to buy more, as then I would begin singing and I would be distracted on my path to saving mankind in the science world.
I would rather die than sing again.
I had one mirror, which I placed on my side table, along with a hairbrush, bobby pins, and a dozen hairbands. My hair was always in a high ponytail, as I could concentrate more carefully, as I analyzed details.
I looked around, and was disappointed to see that the girl, I had seen earlier, Patricia, was not rooming with me. I had learned that she was in this House as well. The other side of the room consisted of pictures of boys, and boy bands. Cheerleading photographers covered the mirror table and a set of pom-poms hung on a hook outside of a closet.
So my roommate was a cheerleader.
But before I could speculate on the matter, shouts came from downstairs, and the pounding of footsteps on the staircase. There was laughter outside the room, as some girl was reassuring some the other that a boy had a crush on her.
I took a deep breath, and opened the door. The hallways were empty, so that meant that the girls had gone into their rooms.
I headed downstairs where, there was still some chatter. But once, I stepped inside the "common room" as they say here, it was dead silent.
And I mean dead.
"Hello," I said.
Nothing.
I wouldn't have said anything too.
Because sitting in the leather couches in front of me were Jerome, Alfie, a blonde boy in a gray hoodie, Amber, Patricia and Fabian.
I was walking backwards when I knocked into two more girls.
Mara and her best friend.
Before anyone could move, though, Trudy called for supper.
Yet no one still moved.
It took five minutes, before Fabian had had enough and headed to the dining table. Alfie, Jerome, and the boy in the hoodie followed suit, before Patricia placed a hand on my shoulder and guided me to the table.
I stood by, waiting for everyone to get into his or her respectful seats.
I remember my Gran's advice on my first day of middle school, coming out of homeschooling, "Remember, don't gain any enemies. Wait for them to make the first move."
Oops.
On my first day of boarding school, I had managed to break the heart of an alien supporter, gain an enemy within a possible friends' girlfriend, and gotten her best friend to hate me too.
Oh, yeah and this year I'll ride a pony to school, thinking about how everyone had loved me. I'm sure Mara would be fine if Fabian sat behind me, my hair swinging the wind.
Yeah, I'm dead.
There was a single chair, between Patricia and Fabian, and I couldn't help but want to eat in my room for the rest of my life.
Everyone in the room besides Fabian stared at me, especially Mara and her friend, who seemed to be daring me to sit next to the cheerleader's boyfriend.
"Oh, Nina, don't stand. Sit, sit," Trudy instructed, walking in. I had no choice, so I wiped my sweaty palms on my jean shorts, before sitting in the empty chair.
"So," Fabian cleared his throat, just as Trudy placed the salad on the table. "I'm Fabian as you know."
After that introduction, everyone followed his example, mumbling his or her names. I caught the boy in the hoodie's as Mick, and Mara friend's as Joy.
"I'm Nina," I began as they all finished. They stared at me, Alfie's mouth wide open, as I actually spoke. I guess they supposed that after the terrible first meeting with the full crew, I would decide to be mute for the rest of my education. "I'm from America, Ohio, to be specific. I am a farm girl; don't go all-stereotypical on me. I was homeschooled up 'til I was ten, and then I went to public school. Um, my grandmother had applied me here, and I took up the chance. My favorite subject is science-" At this, Patricia brightened, Amber looked a little disappointed, and Mara and Joy scoffed. Fabian, who was staring at his string beans, raised an eyebrow, and Alfie, Mick, and Jerome couldn't care less, "-and I want to go far in Biotechnology."
The silence reinsured after I had finished.
"You'll have fun here, Nina," Patricia reassured me, as Amber nodded. "Right, guys?"
The boys all mumbled something incoherent, and Fabian said nothing at all.
"You're right, Patricia," Mara declared confidently. She stared at me, "I'll make sure of it."
I am never going to survive.
If I broke your heart with my terrible writing skills, I am sorry. Trust me though, I am going to make up for it in chapter 3. This story IS Fabina for those confused. I made Fabian feel a little uncomfortable in this to show hoe awkward it is for him as well. You try to be friends with the new girl, who is your new girlfriend's archenemy. In this fanfic it will begin as Fara, which I really don't like, sorry Fara shippers, because I am a die-hard Fabina fan.
See you next time!
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