Macius Operandi School for Girls

We arrived at my new school and were currently driving through the rusty gates opening to a dirty cobble stone path leading up to an ancient castle, renovated to host a School for girls. My father can’t expect me to stay here. Nearing the castle I saw random girls looking at our car from the windows and even from on top the roof. Creepy.

  “Daddy, you’re not leaving me here?”
 
  “It’s the only school willing to take you after what happened at Anchor.”

  “I didn’t do anything! I wasn’t even there when it happened!”

  “That’s not what the students told the headmaster!”

  “But…” I tried to protest.

  “End of discussion, Casey.”

I sighed; when my father says no it stays no. We stopped in front of the entrance and my father got out of the car and proceeded to get out my luggage. I reluctantly stepped out of the car almost expecting my father to tell me to get back inside and that we are going home but with no such luck. I tried pleading with him a bit more but was met with his ‘ Say one more word’ look. Crossing my arms I followed him inside. He went up to the front desk.

  “Hello, I have an appointment with Miss. Macius?”

  “I’m sorry sir but she’s not taking any visitors today” The receptionist replied eyeing my father.

He noticed her stares and flashed her a smouldering smile, trying to win her over with his ‘charm’.

 “I am sure she wont mind, would she?”

 “I- I’ll see what I can do sir.” She replied flustered before running of through a door.

“Smooth daddy, flirting with the receptionist to get me enrolled in this medieval place.”


“Now dear I wasn’t flirting, I was merely winning her trust with my devilishly handsome features.”

I rolled my eyes, “ Whatever.”

 “Don’t take that tone with me young lady,” before he could finish the receptionist returned.

  “Excuse me sir? The headmistress will see you now.”

I swear she almost fainted when he smiled at her again.

We walked into the spacious office decorated with old looking furniture and what seems like faded floral wallpaper. It smelled like a bar in here, I looked around and saw a few empty vodka bottles on the mantle piece behind a woman sitting at a desk. She looked up and gave us a toothy smile, revealing her yellowing teeth. She was quite tall for a woman and had dyed brown hair. Her make up was put on professionally to hide wrinkles and other faults. She eyed my father suspiciously before settling her gaze on me, critiquing my neat appearance and my blonde hair much like my fathers perfectly falling down my shoulders.

  “Welcome to Macius Operandi school for girls, I will be your headmistress. You may call me Miss. Macius.”

  My father kissed her hand. “I am Anthony Vladimeer and this is my daughter Casey, I would like to enrol her here at your wonderful establishment.”

  “No need for flattery mister Vladimeer.”
 
  “Concerning the school fees,” he got his chequebook out, “ how much do I owe you?”
 
  “4000 pounds.” She said before walking to a cabinet by the wall, “Whiskey?”

  “No thank you and here you go,” he said handing her the check.

It felt as if my father was paying somebody to take me off his hands, my heart felt like it turned to stone and dropped to the pit of my stomach. He was really leaving me here. Instead of home schooling me like mother would most likely have wanted he was leaving me at some school and going back to the city where we live in to gallivant and flirt with other woman. They finished their conversation and my father walked past me without even a whisper of a goodbye.

   “You’re just leaving me here?” I asked running out the door, down the steps and to his car.

  “Yes,”
 
  “ You can’t! Mother wouldn’t have left me here! She would have home schooled me or paid another school to take me!”

  “I’m mot your mother now am I Casey.”

  “You’ve changed, you don’t want me anymore just because I remind you too much of her! How could you,” I yelled at him almost at tears.
 
  “Casey, I’m sorry but I have to go.”

  “Then go already! Nothing is stopping you! Leave your only daughter at an ancient school! She’ll be fine, oh wait, that’s right you don’t care…’

With that said I walked back into my own personal hell and heard him slam the car door shut and speed off. Good riddance. I asked the receptionist where my dormitory was and she gave me the directions. Walking slowly up the stairs I stared at the dusty portraits whose eyes seemed to follow me. Ignoring th feeling of being watched I found the door to my destination. I opened it cringing at the creaking noise and walked in to find a lot of girls staring at me.

A girl dressed in a white blouse and pencil skirt with a collar necklace came up to greet me.
  “Hello, you must be the new girl. Welcome to Macius. I am your headgirl, Emma Colling.”
 
  “You’re headgirl?” I asked disbelieving.

She made a dissaproving sound and told me to follow her.
We walked through the room and she showed me all the different groups.
There was the Amo’s (Accepted emotionally unstable’s), who pretty much looked like goth’s to me, the leader was named Skeletah; a pale skinned, skinny girl with black hair with red higlights, panda eyeliner, and a few piercings. The Rude girls, their leader was Nate, a dark skinned gangly girl with a high pony, and knuckle busters. The Posh, their leader Angela Trapp a platinum curly blonde with a designer school uniform. The Greens, their leader Violet Green a short girl with a button nose and uncombed frizzy hair. Last but not least The Freshies, a bunch of first years. Their leaders were the twins Kara and Tara two brown haired girls with evil smiles.

It didn’t look like I fit in with any of them so I just went over to an empty bed and drifted to sleep. Tomorrow comes a new day.