Supper was in a huge room with tons of kitchen tables and chairs. It was definatly different than my old school's cafeteria.

I never moved to talk to someone, so no one moved to talk to me. It was pretty lonely.

After supper, a maid led me to a corridor with labels on the colorful doors. The labels gave the name of the room, for example, we passed the Lavender Room and the Opal Room. The The Lime Room was across the hall, and we stopped by the Daisy Room. I wondered which one Ella was in.

The maid opened the room and I received a huge shock. Let's just say that they didn't call it the Daisy Room for no reason. The wall was covered in daisies. Pressed Daisies. A carpet with a Daisy pattern of a giant, single daisy sat between the beds on the hard wood floors. There were five canopy beds.

At Ella's house I had slept in my own back room, but here I had to share a bedroom? And with four other people!

In a corner there was a decorative pot- but guess what? It had daisies covering the outside of it.

There was a dresser for each person. They were the creamy color of daisies' petals.

There were two windows. A chair that looked like a big daisy stood folornly in front of one of the windows. There were curtains- with what looked like strands of daisies falling from the ceiling.

I hate daisies.

I sat in the chair. The view was actually quite pretty. It was of a garden.

Another girl around my age came into the room.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," I repeated.

"So... I saw what you sewed," she stopped, and looked at me weirdly.

"Yeah... so?" I asked.

"So, you had better know that I am the best at sewing in this school and we wouldn't want that to change..." she looked at me in disgust and finished in a whisper, "Now would we?" I didn't say anything... but just who did she think she was?

She walked over to a bed and said, "Now this is my bed and you are not to touch it, or get anywhere near it. And you are to keep your grimy hands off of my very expensive gowns." She looked me over, "Well, you are not to be jealous of me either. Is that the only gown you have?"

"Uh, no. And I must have missed it- what did you say your name was?"

"My name is Beautricia. It fits, doesn't it?" She twirled a bit so that the bottom of the skirt swirled prettily.

"Actually, I was just thinking of how odd it is- how can someone with the name Beautricia be so... the opposite of having beauty..." I said mockingly, even though it was mean. She snorted.

"No need to ask you yours. Looking at you, it's obvious that it's something stupid, like a maid's name or something else that befits you." I only laughed.

"Wrong. My name is Sassandra Adams, whilst your name isn't a name at all. It sounds like something someone made up to make up for a lack in natural beauty." She scowled at me too.

"My parents named me Beautricia because I was the most beautiful baby they ever saw."

"Oh, you mean that's what they told you. Probably didn't want you to feel bad," and because of the look on her face, I added, "Sorry to break it to you! I thought you knew!"

She looked livid.

Good thing I've had practice at my old school telling people off, because I was at an advantage here. She must have never even argued before; she acted very unexperienced. Ok, maybe I was being a little harsh, but hey, she started it!

"What kind of name is Sassandra anyway? It sounds like something you would name a centaur, andwe both know that you don't really surpass them when it comes to intelligence..."

There were centaurs here? Cool! But what did she mean by that? Centaurs were supposed to be really intelligent right? Maybe she'd gotten her facts mixed up.

Before I could say anything else, more girls had come into the room. Beautricia turned her back on me.