Since the first day I was born, I didn't fit in. My parents didn't want me. My family didn't want me. I had no friends and my teachers hated me. All because they were Faeries, Elves, Morphers, Dwarves, Demons, Ghost and many, many more. Why couldn't I get one of those. Just one? I was a witch. A one in a million chance that your child will be born a witch and fate is awful. My parents loved me as much as a dead fly. I didn't ask to be a witch. I didn't ask to be able to make potions. I didn't ask to be bullied, but here we are. And what makes fate the most atrocious is the new school I'm going to. It was a horrifying looking school in the middle of the twisted woods. A 5 mile walk. Every race had a way of transportation; Faeries had wings, Morphers had padded feet and could run as fast as they wanted, Ghosts could teleport and Dwarves could travel underground. Of course, I could 'fly' with a 'special broom' that we were given too as children. I was never going to use my broom. Walking 5 miles was the only option. Great.
"Annabella! Wake up! School!" Mum screamed from the other side of the rusted, mossy door while pounding on it like there was no tomorrow. What an alarm. I got out of bed, groaning like the wood. This stupid bed made my back ache and my head spin in the morning. This day was going to be great. What clothes to wear? It doesn't really help, seeing as though all of my clothes are black and dusty. I pick out the least dustiest and torn shirt I can find and some torn jeans. Now a hat- never mind. All the hats I own are witches hats to hide the mop of charcoal hair on top of my head. Looks like I'm going to have to brush it today. Wonderful. My hair doesn't cope with brushes, or anything in that matter.
"Um, Anny, are you, um, are you ready?" A peeping voice just makes it through to my ears. Della could be a pain sometimes. I have to admit, she made a beautiful Faerie for her age, but she is so annoying!
"Brushing my hair, and speak up next time! I'm not going to bite your head off!"
A squeal came from Della as she ran. A small 'sorry' escaped her lips.
Finally. 10 pain stacked, agonising minutes of brushing my hair. It's now in a somewhat neat side plait accompanied by a dark, heliotrope fringe. This day was going to be amazing. Della had already started her walk to school whilst I was still packing my bag. A worn out, puke green bag. I had packed one green apple, one carrot and one plum. I don't need to eat much. A perk of mine. Witches don't get hungry easily. We only need lunch. I packed my lunch, spare shoes, special amulet and... Something is missing. I have everything, though! What am I- My wand. I can't bring my wand! People will find it and find out I'm a Witch! Screw it. It's going in the bag. I bolted outside and muttered a teleporting spell, Teleportus was its name. As soon as I teleported to the front of the school, I said "Arketa" and then shoved my wand into my now, beautiful, soft, lilac bag. I tried to appear normal as I walked in. This year, there will be no bullies and no one will know I'm a witch.
As soon as I stepped into the school, I knew something was wrong. It wasn't until I saw black speckled dots in my vision and my legs fell feeble. Everything went black.
"Oh my! Annabella! Are you okay! Someone call the nurse!" I could hear a faint, coarse voice. Someone was... calling the nurse? I tried to open my eyes but they were quickly clutched shut. My head is pounding. My heart is racing. Sweat is dripping from my forehead. I am shaking. I am freezing.
I snapped my eyes open. Where was I? There was a overwhelming smell of antiseptic and a familiar smell that I couldn't name. Was I in the nurses office? "Good. You're awake." A cheery voice came from my left.
"Hi." A croaked out. "Um, if you don't mind, what happened to me?"
"You passed out! Been out like a light ever since. Think you needed it, hon. You had deep black circles under your eyes!" She squeaked out. I hovered my eyes over to her face. She had a mound of makeup on but her eyes were magic! They were like a galaxy in an orb! Until... What was that? I could swear that I just saw her eyes turn to pale yellow slits. For half a millisecond, she had eyes that I have seen before. But where?
"Like my eyes, hon? Pretty proud of them me self!" She shut her eyes before I could keep looking. I laughed and then nodded, trying to forget about those pale yellow slits that came into her eyes. "Oh how rude of me! I didn't introduce myself! I'm Nurse Marei! Come anytime you feel crook, ok hon?" She said, louder than I expected.
"Uh, yeah, I promise." I said not to convincingly. I cleared my throat. "You don't suppose I could get to class do you?" I said, barely audible. She nodded her head and left the room, leaving me alone. I gathered my things and left. As soon as I got out of the office, I bolted as fast as I could to Roll. I ran in and took my seat as soon as my name was called. I let out a here to my new teacher, Mr Gió, and sighed. Today wasn't going my way.
The recess bell rang and we're still here! I want to travel! I want to find the library and sit to read about the history of this school. You know, for a little insight.
"Class dismissed!" The teacher shouted from the front of the room. I picked up my books and walked out to my bag. As soon as I got there, I shoved my books in, grabbed my bad and ran to find the Library. I ran and ran and ran until I finally found a peaceful looking building with the word Library protruding from it. I walked in and walked to the section of NON-FICTION. Here we go! "The History of Sinteo, School Accepting of All Races!" Yeah right. If only they knew I was a witch. I open the thick, dusty book to the very back and read the glossary. "Where our teachers are from - 729,730" I turn to the pages as a big cloud of dust shoots out from the book. The first teacher was Ms Marei. She came from a family of Faeries! But where were her wings. This photo isn't even her!
Mr Iom, teacher of mathematics. He came from a family of Dwarves. Lets check that when we have math.
Mr Gió, a Morpher with pale blue skin. But his skin was light orange, and his photo was different too!
Mrs Hown, a Ghost. She was the librarian but, she isn't nearly as transparent and she definitely does not have fluorescent rose hair! Why do none of their photos match up? I am going to get answers.
"Excuse me, Mrs Hown?" I called out and a nice looking lady with a soft gaze walked out. "Hello! May I ask, why do none of these photos match up with how you look?" Mrs Hown's glare turned to stone. Her eyes that once shone a bright blue now glinted a pale green. I blinked and her eyes were blue again. What is wrong with me?
"Old photos, dear." She exclaimed. "Now don't go sticking your nose into business that does not concern you." She huffed and walked away. What was that about? The bell is about to go, I better run.
Authors Notes
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oOo spoopy. Next chapter coming soooooon.
Pronunciations:
Nurse Marei - Nurse Maree
Mr Gió - Mr Jee Oh
Mr Iom - Mr Ee Om
Sinteo - Sin Tee Oh
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