A/N Thank you kitty-kat-girlyyyxxx for reviewing! Woot! I'm on a roll this week! I'll probably have the next chapter posted by Wednesday! Oh, and the next few chapters I'll be rushing the story a bit, I DON'T want to write about every day until the events of Shrek 3. Well, please, please review and have a cookie! (::) ^_^
I woke to the feel of the tree swaying violently.
Yelping in surprise, I clung to the trunk and slowly eased myself down until I was on the ground. Now that I have a good look at the sky, I noticed ominous black storm-clouds were covering it. For some weird reason, they seemed to be spinning. I watched in horror as a white peak from the clouds formed where they were spinning the fastest.
Holy shit, I need to get inside, now!
Taking off at a dead run back to the school, I saw they had closed the drawbridge and the only way in was the high stone walls. Glancing back, I saw that the white peak was trying to touch the ground.
I never thought this place gets freaking tornadoes!
As soon as I got to the walls, I jumped up high and clung to a creeping vine, scrambling up it as fast as I could. As soon as I reached the top of the wall, the funnel cloud touched the earth a few miles from the school. The wind really picked up, tossing my ebony hair in it's fury and pelting water at my figure. Soon enough, I was thoroughly soaked. I gazed, mesmerized, at the swirling destructive mass of swirling clouds.
Shaking my head, I glanced down and saw that there was another series of vines creeping up the wall. They ended a lot lower than the other one, though. I would have to fall a few yards before I could get a hold on one of them. Glancing around for another way down, I saw that the wall ran close to an open window. If I ran across the wall and jumped high enough, I could ether jump straight into the room, or I could grab onto the windowsill and heave myself in.
Quickly making up my mind, I scrambled across the slippery wall. Getting close enough to the window, I bent my legs and jumped, sailing through the air and latched onto the windowsill with one hand. Quickly, I grabbed on with my other hand and heaved my body through the opening.
As soon as I was inside, I turned around and shut the window. Heaving a sigh of relief, I looked around the room only to realize it was my own. I quickly walked over to my closet and pulled a dry uniform from off a hanger, quickly dressing into it.
As soon as I secured the last button, a frantic knocking came from outside my door. Quickly moving to get it, I saw it was a very frantic-looking Artie. His face immediately became calmer once he saw it was me.
'Oh, gosh Eva, I'm so sorry for forgetting you outside!' he rambled, making me shake my head and grin slightly.
'Ah, no harm done, I'm only mentally scarred from having a freaking tornado try to kill me, no biggie.' I stated playfully with a wave of my hand.
He only looked away guiltily. Sighing, I stated, 'Hey, it's ok. I'm alive and breathing, no harm done. Now come in, I hate having people standing outside of my door.'
He looked questioning, but came inside anyway. As I shut the door, the window started to rattle softly.
Casing a worried glance at the window, I sat on the bed and said, 'Sit down, make yourself at home.'
He hesitated and sat down on the edge of the bed. We both set our gazes on the tornado raging outside.
'Do you guys get tornadoes often?' I asked softly, watching the destructive mass of clouds thin out and disappear, leaving an oddly-colored sky.
'Not really. This is only the second one this year', Artie said, turning his gaze from the window to the ceiling.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I flopped ungraciously on my bed, making it bounce slightly.
'Well, this is the most interesting first day I've ever had.' I stated, drawing a chuckle from Artie.
'I'd imagine.' he said, laying down beside me.
I closed my eyes, feeling exhausted from the day's events.
'I'm tired', I mumbled.
'Well, I guess I should go, since you're feeling tired. I'll wake you for dinner, if you're not up by then' Artie said, standing up and heading for the door.
'Hey', I called after him, causing him to turn around. 'Thanks for making me feel welcome.'
He only grinned and slid out the door, closing it behind him. Carefully taking my boots and socks off, I crawled under the covers and almost immediately fell asleep.
'Eva', someone called faintly, as if from far away.
I groaned and turned on my side, trying to block out the sound.
Someone chuckled and called my name again, louder this time and accompanied by a slight shaking. Reluctantly, I forced my eyes open only to see Artie's smirking face.
'It's time for dinner', he said simply, stepping back a bit.
I glared at him and sat up, stretching my cramped limbs. Glancing out of the window, I saw that it was still raining. After pulling on my socks and boots, Artie and I traveled the familiar path of halls to the cafeteria. It was pretty much the same routine from lunch, except the server gave me a bigger bowl of salad. After Artie got his dinner, we went back up to our hallway and stopped.
'So, whose room are we gonna eat in?', I asked, glancing from my room to Artie's.
'Actually, we aren't allowed to eat in the rooms, but we can eat out here', Artie stated, gesturing to a spot between our rooms.
I shrugged and sat down in that spot, Artie plopping down beside me.
As we began eating, I said, 'Hey, I'll give you my mutton if you give me your salad.'
He glanced down at his salad for a brief second before handing the bowl to me. I happily gave him the leg of meat and eagerly dug into one of the salads. After about a half and hour, we picked our trays up and dumped them into the trash-can.
'Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow', Artie stated, stopping outside of his room.
'Going to bed already? Well, I guess you had a long day. See ya in the morning.' I stated with a smile, walking across the hall to my room.
'Night Eva', I heard from behind me.
Smiling faintly, I called over my shoulder, 'Night Artie'.
As I wandered into my room, I sat down at my desk and pulled open the top drawer. There I found sheets of parchment and several notebooks. I took one of the nicer notebooks out and turned to the first page.
'Well, a swordsman, or woman, needs to keep on top of her calligraphy', I though out loud as I slid an ink-well and a quill towards me.
After I unstopped the ink, I dipped my quill into the black liquid and began writing. I wrote about my past before I turned the page and wrote about today. After I wrote about everything I could think of, I closed the ink and the book and stashed it in the empty bottom drawer. Turning my head towards the clock on the wall, I was shocked that it was nearly 10:00 already. I sighed and undressed, leaving me in my undergarments, then slowly crawled under the covers again. After one glance out of the window at the cloudy black sky, I let my head drop onto the pillow and closed my eyes to let sleep wash over me.