Drama was going great... Until Aimee walked in like she owned the place.

"Excuse me miss, what are you doing?" Asked Mr. Zabala, or Z, as he tells us to call him.

"I'm sitting in class. Sorry I'm late teach. Now get on with whatever you were doing." She rolled her eyes. I wanted to punch her.

"Miss, you aren't on the roster" Z checked the clipboard in his hands.

"Trust me Giovanni, I'm there."

Did she just use Z's first name? What a disrespectful, ignorant bi-

Mr. Zabala interrupted my thoughts. "I've had just about enough of your lackluster sense of respect, young lady. It has been the same routine day after day. Just because I accepted a new student, doesn't mean I welcome you with open arms. The reality is you suck, plain and simple. So don't come back into this class again. Have I made myself clear?" He fumed.
You go, Z.

Aimee glared at me, picked her things up, and left. However, she didn't forget to leave a message.

"This isn't over!" She called out just before the door shut.

"Wow, now that's what I call a cliché." I mused, earning a few snickers from my classmates.

"Actually, that's what I call a heifer." Z added. The class erupted into laughter..

I zoned out through the rest of school, especially history class, where our teacher was arguing over Napoleon and whether or not he was the Embodiment of the french revolution. Ugh, I hated history; most likely because the class barely ever got past the american revolution.

I looked around the room. Vibrant flowered plants that I've never seen hung from the ceiling. A jolly green climbing vine made its way up her desk. if I looked hard enough, the vine almost resembled her name: Annette Parris.

"So, miss Szlesky, what are your thoughts on this?" Mrs. Parris asked, snapping me out of the daydream I was having.

"Excuse me?"

"What are your thoughts on Mussolini's view of fascism?" She sighed impatiently.

Huh?

"Weren't we just on 18th century France?"

My classmates snickered, I felt my cheeks get warm. Mrs. Parris shook her head.

No, that was the starting exercise, when we compared Napoleon's dictatorship to the political theories that started world war 2." More giggles erupted from a group in the back of the class. I shot them a glare, they sneered.

"Miss Szlesky, I don't know how 'slack' your history class was, but here we do not tolerate lazy bums." She scolded.

I fumbled for the right words to say. "Um... I'm... Sorry?"

She humphed. "Well its a start. But you're not off the hook, I want you to discuss Mussolini, Italian fascism and how it influenced Italy to join the axis powers in world war two next time I see you."

"Yes ma'am" I nodded. The bell rang before she could add to my punishment. Whew. The walk to the office building was a long ways from the senior high my way there, I had the strangest feeling, like I was being watched. Not again...

I turned around... no one was there. I shrugged it off, thinking it was one of the guardians on shift. I walked on, a little more observant of my surroundings. Still there was no one around. Then why was I still feeling it? The more steps I took, the more paranoid I got. I tried changing paths, thinking that maybe I should've taken the long route. The invisible eyes bore into me. Someone was watching me. Someone wants me. Someone was, following -no- stalking me. That someone wanted something from me, that someone wanted to take my light away, just like they did to Gabriel. My poor, poor brother taken by the Strigoi. Those damned Strigoi. I hated them. The entire Strigoi race would pay for what they did!

The campus became hazy as the pressure inside my skull increased. Bat like shadows crossed my vision. I couldn't scream. I couldn't breathe.I stumbled over to the nearest wall and tried leaning against it. I must've missed it because nest ting I knew I was flat on my butt. I put my head between my knees. The pressure poundedon my cranium, like a jack hammer in a downtown construction site. The bat-like shadows flitted through my line of sight, making screech-like sounds as they passed me by. They sounded like nails on a black board, which wasn't helping the migraine at all. The shadows multiplied and got closer, some materialized into the ghosts of people whom I've known or seen once. Neither Gabe nor my mother were to be foundamong the sea of faces.

"You don't belong with them" the blur of ghosts whispered in a deadly unison. "You belong with us." I clutched my head as white hot agony took over. Glowing Stars floated before my eyes in some sick, twisted dance where they mingled with the shadows. I prayed they would go away to no avail.

It seemed like forever until somebody came to my aid.

"Magda? Sweetie are you ok?" A soft voice asked. I tried to look past the bright shadows that conquered my vision. Mrs. Parris knelt down to meet my face, a light blue umbrella in her right hand. I couldn't meet her gaze, my head hurt too much.

She lifted my chin up. "Sweetie open your eyes." I did, my pained gaze meeting her gentle hazel eyes.

"You can push through this. Try to put a wall against them and you." She said. Her words were an encouragement, but I didn't think I had the strength to do so.

"I...can't." I strained out.

"Yes, you can. It's just like stacking Legos, take it one brick at a time." Her words were so firm, yet as smooth as honey, It was as if they gave me the will power to go on.

Slowly but surely, I managed to shoo all the ghosts, leaving me alone with Mrs. Parris, exhausted, and with one hell of a headache; thankfully it wasn't as strong as the one I had pushed my wet bangs out of my forehead. "There you go. Come on, let's get you out of the rain." Rain? When did that happen?

She stood up and held her hand out, "Can you stand?" I shook my head, which only made me dizzy.

"Wait here. Take my umbrella."

She ran inside the building.

I shivered.

Mrs. Parris came back with a school guardian. He looped an arm around my waist and brought me to my feet. My head spun in circles and I almost collapsed to the ground if he hadn't caught me. I supported myself on his shoulder. "Where to?" The guardian asked, his accent sounding familiar.

"Oh hi bear-man." I giggled. they look at me as if i were nuts. Ha! Nuts. Like squirrels...

"The feeder station." She announced.

They led me to the Moroi dorms. Surprisingly no one was feeder station was located far down the main hallway to the left. They set me up at the station at the very end. I had my share of blood from the feeder. Normally I would strike a conversation and get to know the feeder more in-depth, but it obviously wasn't the "normal" scenario...

"All Done."I stood up and straggled my way to the door. Gabriel held my arm. "Adónde cree que va señorita Szlesky?"

"I have to talk to Kirova, I promised my friends that I would ask about starting a baseball team." I sighed sleepily.

"You are the girl who started it? Nena, you are the reason that the novices in my class had so much rowdiness in them today." Gabriel folded his arms over his chest. i stifled a giggle, what kind of word is rowdiness?

"Osea, perdóname por querer empezar un equipo." I grumbled, Was it really so bad to start a team in this school? A school with no teams to represent was like a Disney with no Mickey, a "Chicago" with no Velma Kelly; basically pointless.

"No I'm not saying that. I like the whole team idea, I played baseball in the Caribbean academy..."

"You played in Academia San Juan?" I almost squeaked.

"Yes."

"Oh my gosh! Did you know the dynamite duo? Orsino Malvolio and his guardian..."

"Huracán?" He finished for me.

"Yeah! So did you?"

"I knew Orso... He was my charge..." He looked away, his guardian mask hiding what he really felt.

"So you were 'the hurricane?'"I tried to suppress the fangirl-esque squeals that threatened to come out.

"Yes." He said abruptly, his olive eyes betrayed the mask he wore with repressed feelings of remorse. I decided to let the subject drop. I knew what it felt like to have some one pester me over my past...

"That's cool. So yeah... I'll just be going because I have to talk to Kirova and at least ask her." I steadily made my way out of the hall, using the wall for support. It wasn't even five steps that I took before almost making a face plant onto the tiled floor. Gabriel caught me... Again.

"Why don't you go to the infirmar-" "No." I cut his suggestion short, just the thought of someone telling me I needed psychiatric health was enough to put me on edge.

"Miss, you are in no condition to go anywhere now." He snapped.

"Look, I can't just leave the guys hanging. What kind of person would I be?"

"And I can't let your health get in the way, haven't you heard of 'they come first?'. What kind of guardian would I be if I leave a Moroi like this, ESPECIALLY a royal like you, nena."
I snapped."Chingada madre!" Gabriel looked taken aback at my sudden swear. "Would you stop with the 'royal' already! Look, I take novice classes, so I'm just another guardian in training. Please respect that decision and let me be myself. I don't need a doctor to tell me I'm stressed."

"Can you two please stop arguing for one second!" Mrs. Parris yelled.

"Look, Magda, We don't have to go to dr. Olendezski if you don't want to. However, you are too weak to got to the head mistress' office in this sun." I was about to argue against the point. In truth I never minded the sun, I've grown used to it from a young age; my mom liked to take us to the beach. However I didn't want to be considered too much of an outcast; Moroi were supposed to keep out of the sun.

I groaned, "So what am I going to do?" Gabriel looked thoughtful."I could go for you? Where were you going to meet with the novices?"

"Near the Trials stadium."

"I'm on it..." He left.

"Come on, I'll take you to your dorm." Mrs. Parris held her hand out. We took the elevator up to the top floor, past a few empty rooms, and into 801A. I opened the lock and made my way in. The room seemed to stretch on endlessly. Complete with a master bathroom, this room would look amazing once I decorated the walls and opened a few windows... Maybe add a few pictures... And furniture.. Speaking of, I still had a load of unpacking to do...

"Need help unpacking?" She raised an eyebrow. Was I the only person in the Vampire world who couldn't do that?

I the two of us, we unpacked three boxes of clothing, five boxes of shoes and arranged them in order by brand. I'm not a big spender, but when it comes to shoes, I am putty in the store's hands. Then, with a little help from the dorm matron, we assembled the furniture I bought from Ikea: one enormous bookcase, one black and silver desk and chair set, three neon loungers, and a silver futon. I was going to install the flatscreen into the wall, but I was too tired to continue, and I don't think Mr. Parris would like it if I kept his wife from him any longer.I thanked them for all their help, and they smiled like it was no big deal.

I stopped Mrs. Parris on her way out."Mrs. Parris?"

"Ms. P is fine." She said.

"Well, Ms. P. About today, can you please not tell anyone about earlier?" I fumbled with my thumbs.

"Sure thing. But if it gets worse, talk to me. I can help you." She sounded like my grief counselor; I doubted she actually knew what was going on.

"Yes, miss."

"Will that be all?"

"Yep. I'll get to the TV eventually"

"Alright, good bye." She walked off. I suddenly remembered something I seriously had to tell her.

"Ms. P!" I called out.

She stopped to look over."What?"

"Mussolini believed that a strong central government should make all the decisions for its country, aka: Fascism. Fascism was also a very militaristic political ideal. When Italy wanted to gain control over Abyssinia, Germany was one of the few countries that didn't stand in his way. Later on that paid off for Hitler when Mussolini sided with Germany even though it had originally sided with France. He thought the war would be short-lived, which," I laughed, "is one of the biggest understatements of all time."

Ms. P was stunned. In an instant she smirked in satisfaction.

"Well played, Magderz, well played."

ooh! magda went nuts! like a squirrel! XD

spanish lesson!

Adónde cree que va señorita Szlesky?: where do you think you're going, miss Szlesky?

Chingada madre: (mexican curse word) mother f-er

nena: PR slang for girl. can be used sweetly or as a derrogatory term...

Osea, perdóname por querer empezar un equipo: jeez, excuse me for wanting to start a team...(osea is a mexican slang term, usually used in the north west and urban regions.)

VAMPIRE ACADEMY IS NOT MINE. HOWEVER EVERYONE MENTIONED IN THIS CHAPTER IS!