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STILL SHAKY WITH ADRENALINE, I WALKED BACK up the long spiral staircase until I reached the top apartment in the tower. This time I didnt bother being quiet. I slipped my messenger bag off my shoulder and flopped onto the sofa. A few leaves still clung to my hair, so I picked them out.
"Bianca?" My mother emerged from the bedroom, her hands knitting her bathrobe belt. She smiled drowsily at me.
"Did you get up early to walk, sweetheart? "
"Yea." I sighed. Not much point in trying to make a dramatic scene anymore.
Dad came out next. He hugged mom from behind. "I can't believe our little girl is ready at Evernight Academy."
"It all happened so fast." She sighed. "The older you get, the faster it goes."
He shook his head. "I know."
I groaned. They talked like this all the time, we'd made a game of how much it annoyed me. Mom and Dad only smiled wider.
They look too young to be your parents, everyone in my hometown used to say. What they really meant was too beautiful. Both things were true.
Her hair was the colour of caramel; his was a red so dark that it almost looked black. He was average height but muscular and strong; She was petite in every way. Mom's face was as cool and oval as an antique cameo, while dad had a square jaw and a nose that looked like he was in a few fights in his youth, but on hid face, it worked. Me? I got red hair that could only look red, and skin so pale that it looked more pasty than antique. Every place my DNA should have turned right, it swerved left. My parents told mr Iwould grow into my looks, but that's the kind of thing parents say.
"Let's get some breakfast into you," Mom said, heading towards the kitchen. "Or have you already had something?"
"No, not yet," It wouldn't have been a bad idea to eat before my big getaway, I realised my stomach was growling.
If Lucas hadn't stopped me, I'd be wandering around in the woods right now, incredibly hungry and facing a long hike into Riverton. So much for my bigescape plans.
The memory of Lucas tackling me, the two of us rolling over into the grass and leaves, flashed through my mind. It had terrified me then, and when I thought of it now I shivered, but it was a completely different kind of feelings.
"Bianca." My father's voice sounded stern, and I looked up guiltily. Had he somehow guessed what I'd been thinking about? I realized immediately that I was being paranoid, but there was no mistaking how serious he was as he sat beside me.
"I know you're not looking forward to this, but Evernight is important for you."
This was the same sort of speech he gave before I had to take cough medicine as a kid. "I really don't want to have this conversation again right now."
"Adrain, leave her alone." Mom handed me a glass before she headed back toward the kitchen, where I could hear something sizzling in a frying pan.
"Besides, if we don't hurry, we're going to be late for pre-orientation faculty meeting."
He looked at the clock and groaned. "Why do they schedule these things so early? It's not as if anyone could want to be down there at this hour."
"I know," she muttered. To them, anytime before noon was too early. Yet they'd worked as schoolteachers my whole life, continuing their long feud with eight A.M.
While I ate breakfast, they got ready, made little jokes that were supposed to cheer me up, and left me alone at the table.
That was fine by me. Long after they'd gone downstairs, and the hands of the clock crept closer to orientation time, I remained in my chair. I think I was pretending that, as long as breakfast wasn't over, there was no way I'd have to go meet all those new people.
The fact that Lucas would be down there__a friendly face, a protector __well, it helped a little. But not much.
Finally, when I couldn't put it off any longer, I went into my room and changed into the Evernight uniform. I hated the uniform ___ I'd never had to wear one before___ but the worst part was that returning to my bedroom reminded Mr once again of the strange nightmare I'd had the night before.
Starched white shirt.
Thorns scratching at my skin, lashing me, telling me to turn back.
Red plaid kilt.
Petals curling up and turning black as though they were burning in the heart of a fire.
Graysweater with the Evernight crest.
Okay, a good time to stop being hopelessly morbid? Right around now.
Determined to act like normal teenager for at least the first day of the school year, I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
The uniform didn't look terrible on me, but it didn't look great, either. I tugged my hair into a ponytail, picked out a tiny twig I'd missed before, and decided my appearance would have to do.
The gargoyles was still staring, as though he were wondering how anybody could look that dorky. Or maybe he was mocking the total failure of my escape plan. At least I wouldn't have to look at his ugly stone face any longer. I squared my shouldersand left my room___ for the last time, really. From now on, it didnt belong to me.
I'd been living on campus with my parents for the past month, which has given me time to explore virtually theentire school: the great hall and lecture rooms on the first floor, after which it split into two enormous towers. The guys lived in the north tower, along with Some of the faculty and a couple of musty filing rooms that seemed to be where permanent records went to die. The girls were in the south tower, along with the rest of the faculty apartments, including my family's. The upper floors of the main building, above the great hall, housed the classrooms and the library. Evernight has been expanded and added to over time, so not every section was in the same style or seemed exactly to fit with the rest.
There were passageways that twisted and turned and sometimes led nowhere.
From my tower room I looked down on the roof, a patchwork of different arches and shingles and styles. So I'd learned my way around; that was the only way in which I felt prepared for what was to come.
