I quickly put on a black T-shirt, the yellow, black, and white plaid skirt, and the rest of the uniform. I haul open my suitcase and find my hairbrush and a black drawstring bag. I shove the grey plaid skirt and locker keys into the drawstring bag and set it on my bed and then brush my hair before walking out of the dorm with the drawstring bag.
I quickly spot some students crowding around a table talking excitedly about their schedules and the classes they have together this year.
"Hey Elsie!" Rebecca sees me and greets me before handing me a white envelope with my name on it.
"Here's your schedule." I say thank you but quickly check to make sure the envelope wasn't opened, afraid someone read it. Good, it's sealed. How long can I keep this a secret though? Someone is bound to find out somehow.
"Elsie? You okay?" Rebecca interrupts my thoughts. The way she's looking at me with curiosity makes me aware of the way I was furrowing my face in my thoughts. I instinctively smile at her.
"Yeah! Sorry. Just trying to get used to this all." with that and without warning I just turn around and walk out to head to breakfast. As I walk I read my schedule. I feel a little bad for being like that with one of the few people talking to me right now but know I have to avoid any questions she may ask. She hasn't exactly earned my trust before bombarding me with them. She is being nice right now, but I still don't know how to feel about her.
Period 1: Healing, Mending, and Recovery Potions
Period 2: Basic Skills
Period 3: Cleric Defense and Light Magic
Basic Skills? That's informative. And I never knew Clerics had light magic and things for defense. But then again why wouldn't they? How else would they still be a thing instead of being entirely killed off by Necromancers? I begin to wish my parents had told me more about all of this and the different classes. For some reason though, they seemed to try to avoid certain topics. I never really realized this till now though.
Lunch
Period 4: Dark Magic
Period 5: Mind Reading and Tricks
Period 6: Dark potions, Curses, and Incantations
How in the heck am I supposed to be okay with this? Be okay with being a Necromancer and learning how to screw the whole world over? Isn't there something twisted about all of this? I walk into the dining hall with my head held high despite all the doubts running through my mind.
I'm halfway between the door and the Cleric's table when I look up and someone suddenly rams into me and I lose my footing and land on the tile on my butt. I look up to see Rylar look down at me with regret, but there is something more there as well. Is that... urgency? shock? both? Before I have a chance to understand much of anything he is gone, running out of the dining hall. What happened that had him so worked up?
I sit there puzzled for a second before standing up and notice a familiar face staring at me from across the room. It's Hester and he doesn't look happy. I swallow the second lump in my throat of the day and cross the room the rest of the way to the Clerics table and sit down by more people I don't know.
"Hey, Elsie!" The girl I sit next to practically screams into my ear and no doubt has the potential to scare the bloody hell out of me as she flings her arms around me in a hug and I wonder who the hell has just assaulted me. I try to push her off as gentle as possible but gently doesn't do it. The redhead girl is beaming anyway when she retreats and I look at her like she's crazy. After all, she's supposed to be looking at me that way.
"Do I know you?" I ask, my tone giving away my no bull crap mood. The guy sitting across from her starts laughing like this is all the funniest thing ever.
"Nah, don't mind Chelsea, she just loves making new friends, and you seem to be a popular person for some reason." I feel my frown retreat a little, despite that 'for some reason'. And under any other circumstances I would be freaking out that she knew my name but at this point, I wouldn't be surprised if everyone knew my name.
Be nice Elsie, you need to make friends with as many people as you can before everyone finds out everything. Plus it feels a little nice to have found someone so willing and happy even, to be my friend as opposed to the many people skeptical about me already like Rebecca.
I beam back at Chelsea. Maybe Chelsea will stay my friend no matter what?
Who am I kidding? Being optimistic feels silly.
"I'm Neal by the way." Chelsea's friend adds.
"Nice to meet you guys." I smile at them both before digging into my breakfast finally.
"Breakfast is like, my favorite meal of the day. What about you guys?" Chelsea says, watching us and not bothering to look down to watch the syrup coming out on to her pancakes as she pours it. I can't help but laugh at the huge puddle of syrup she unknowingly makes.
"Not breakfast." Neal says looking amused, probably for the same reason I am.
"Okay so then what meal is it?" Chelsea insists, ignoring our laughter over her syrup predicament and digging into her soggy pancakes like she had meant to do this.
"Dinner, it's the most important meal of the day in my opinion." Neal looks at me expectantly, probably realizing that I still haven't said anything. I feel my cheeks slightly redden.
"Uh, I love breakfast food but back home I rarely ate breakfast or lunch even." I answer sheepishly and Chelsea looks at me like I'm crazy, rather like she should have earlier.
"How could you not eat two meals of the day? No wonder you are so thin." She goes back to her pancakes shaking her head.
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Something Else
Fantasy"I panic as I watch the vase shatter on the ground in front of me. It couldn't be! I need that vase! And he knows this now, I need these answers! I sink to the ground and stare at the shards as I hear his footsteps coming ever closer. I flinch and...
Three: To Be or Not to Be Optimistic
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