My Ranking Points
Hey guys! I’m so sorry for being so late! I feel terrible. I just had to take a bit of time to focus on my mental health, because I’ve been having issues with my confidence. I almost cut myself once… but anyways, I’ve also had lots of homework on top of a soccer tournament in Iowa, but here’s the chapter!
Schedule clutched tightly in hand, I tread my way through the bustling hallways of the Leo hallway. Since my arrival was quite abrupt and unexpected, I was put in Leo till the school could determine where I belonged. To be honest, I don’t even know myself. I was shaking like a leaf in the wind, taking slow steps and avoiding eye contact as I made her way to my room. Stealing a quick glance at my schedule, I double-checked my room number: 137. 134, 135, 136… 137. I looked at the gold letters embedded on the dark wood door, and gulped. Please, please give me a good roommate, I thought. I assembled the little courage I have and turned the handle, opening the door to…. Nothing. Relief swept through me. The room was empty. I realized I was holding my breath, and exhaled. Ok, breathe Meggie… everything is fine, there’s no one here, I told myself, taking deep breaths to calm my frantic heart. I stepped further into the room, taking it all in. Two twin beds took up the majority of the room with night tables next to them, a small crystal lamp on each. The rest of the room, however, was taken up by a large wooden desk with a desktop and another crystal lamp, a TV installed into the wall and a golden chandelier on the ceiling. I noticed that the bed on the left had an empty suitcase on top. Well, looks like I have a roommate… that was to be expected after all. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the elaborate wall and ceiling structure, made out entirely of wood and metal. I ran my fingers on them, feeling every nook and cranny of the rough surface. That was different… I’d have to get used to it I guess. At the other side of the room, an opening to the biggest balcony I’ve ever seen stands, doors open, just screaming look outside! I start to walk towards it, and as I cross the doorway the fresh air hits my face. It’s as if the world stops, and the scene in front of me is just a dream. The view from the balcony is just… its just breathtaking. Large hills of green so pure it could blind someone waved in the wind like a sea of rolling waves, and the shining blue sky was mesmerizing. Of into the distance you could see the yellow beach and crystal waters surrounding this island. Is this real? Am I really here? This was all so surreal…
An hour later…
A slamming door woke me from my trance, and I made my way to the centre of the room carefully. A group of giggling girls entered the room, surrounding one specific girl with long, curly ***** blonde hair. At first, they didn’t notice me standing awkwardly by my bed, but when they did… dead silence. Every single one of them turned towards me, shocked expressions clearly painted on their faces. I kept my eyes lowered to their bright pink high heels and designer jeans. Ok, come on Meggie! I told myself. Go up there and introduce yourself! What’s the worst that can happen anyways? So I raised my eyes, and walked over to them, holding out my hand.
“Hi, I-I-I’m M-Meggie, what’s y-your n-n-name?”
The group snickered and whispered amongst themselves. I gulped. The ***** blonde haired girl smirked.
“Oh dear… we have a shy one huh?” She said aloud.
I frowned and dropped my hand. What? Her eyes trailed up to my forehead, and she made a delicate gasp.
“And a ****** too apparently,” she muttered.
The group behind her laughed like she said the funniest thing in the world.
“Good one Eliza,” giggled one of the girls, a black haired one.
Eliza shot her a look, and she shut up immediately. What was wrong with these girls? I thought. Why are they making fun of me?
Eliza took a step forward, and whispered in my ear.
“Listen here, squirt. This is MY room, and I’m the boss here. I don’t want your filthy hands touching my stuff, you hear me? Wait… you’re the girl they found by the beach, aren’t you?” She smiles and evil smile.
“You know they think you killed someone right? I mean, it makes sense… A mysterious girl found unconscious on an island, deep **** across her forehead and blood all over her… not to mention no one where she came from.” She pushes me with every breath until my back was against the wall. She breathes deeply in my ear. “Oh, am I ever going to have fun with you… ******.” Her venomous words warp themselves around my brain, petrifying me. She pulls back from my ear, and shoves me to the floor. My head hits the floor sharply, and the sound resonates in my head. The girls burst out laughing while tears sting my eyes, phone cameras all over me. Out of an impulse coming from god knows where I get up, and run though the door before they can do anything else. My feet pound the floor, tears staining my hands, running everywhere and nowhere. I enter the closest empty room, and let my tears fall unapologetically, the echoes of laughs still with me.
The lunch bell rings. My head is still buried in my hands and my body is shaking. I don’t think I can eat, but I have to. I get up, my breath quivering, and wipe the tears on my cheeks and eyes. One… Two… Three. I open the door and merge in with the group of people heading to the dining hall. Keeping my head down I try not to think too much about what just happened. Before I know it I find myself in a huge circular hall with long tables and chairs. Still looking at the floor, I follow the Leo line and get my food. Looking around at the cafeteria, everyone is in a group. People calling for their friends and talking with other people sitting at huge rectangular tables.
How on earth am I gonna get a seat here?
I walk up and down between the tables a bit, then spot an open one a few rows away. I start walking towards it, focusing on my plate of pasta, and when I reached it out my platter down. Noticing my untied shoe lace, I bend down to tie it. When I’m done, I stand up when-BANG!
My head hits the table hard, and the cafeteria goes silent. Eliza glances down at me with a smirk.
“Oops, sorry ******,” she says, looking down at me.
My head throbs, and I try to get up but she just pushes me down harder.
“Leave her alone ****,” someone says.
I turn around trying to see where it’s coming from, but whoever it is seems to be outside my focal point. Eliza frowns, clearly annoyed.
“Why?” She spoke in a mocking voice.
“Because you’re gonna get in trouble otherwise, you insecure bully,” the girl responds.
Eliza frowns and looks towards the doorway, where you can hear the click clack of heels making their way here. She motions to her girls and they leave. The cafeteria returns to its usual fluttering and I get up. A short girl with caramel skin, sea green eyes, and long chocolate coloured hair takes a seat at the table.
“You’re welcome,” she mutters, not even looking up from her food.
“T-t-thanks,” I stutter, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
She stares up at me with a bitter expression, like I just wasted her time or something.
“Now don’t bother me again, will you?” She starts, then gazes off somewhere else. I follow her stare and see that my wrist is uncovered. I gasp and quickly tug at my hoodie to cover up the red knife marks. A slight expression of shock prints on her face, and without thinking, I run out of the room leaving my food behind.
Oh man- that’s my character! I’ll think up a chapter soon!
Should I wait for @autumnofwoodsbeyond beyond to P.O.V. before me? I thought Meggie and Marina were going to interact in the chapter, but I can do that in mine once the exchange between the two of you is over, if that works.
Okay, here she is.
Name: Marina Stratis
Age: Many people assume she is much older, but Marina recently turned 13.
Appearance: She has shoulder length raven hair with a slight wave to it, and coco colored skin. Her eyes are dark and deep. She has a small chest and slim hips, neither of which bothered her as much as her mother said they should. Her legs are firm with muscles from dashing backstage or dancing her heart out in full costume. She has broad shoulders and long arms, leading to slim fingers with short-clipped nails.
Personality: Marina can be seen as stuck up, mainly because she just doesn’t see a point in talking to many people. Once the ice is broken, she can range from silent to very talkative in seconds. She’s often blunt, and has a dark sense of humor. Her stubbornness can be an asset and a hinderance, just like her fierce perfectionism. Marina can be very critical of herself, and never feels that she’s done well enough. She hopes to one day work in musical theater, but what she really wants is just to feel and CARE as fiercely as the roles she plays. She is so empathetic sometimes she will care more about her characters than how her life is going. Boredom is the enemy, and acting is her chosen weapon.
City Alignment: Leo
Year: Year 1 at the academy. Marina was accepted ate age 11, but due to a family crisis, her arrival was delayed.
Alignment: Pisces. As a Leo, Marina grew up surrounded by many forms of art. It took her a while to realize that there were even more, and that most people would only ever experience one.
Magical color: unknown/none
Magical ability:Her grandmother was magical, but Marina doesn’t know anyone else in her family with magic, and has shown no signs of possessing it herself.
Clothing: Marina loves to show her interests through her clothing. Whether that’s a band, a play, or anything else she happens to be into, it’s broadcasted on a t-shirt. She leaves her hair down and doesn’t use makeup, except for during shows. There is almost always a sweatshirt over her arm or around her waist because she tends to get cold.
Family: Her mother works as a director, and her father as a costume designer. Both wanted to be actors, but struggled to find real work outside of small gigs. This may be why they seem to put pressure on Marina, but are sympathetic when she struggles or messes up. Her parents are very proud of their Latina heritage, since both had grandparents from Sagittarius.
Growing up, Marina looked up to her older brother, Hunter. His was an amazing performer, artist, and student. But when she got older, she began to notice that he never really had any friends. He was always trying to avoid her and her parents, and when he couldn’t manage it, huge screaming fights broke out. He was never happy, and just seemed to take all of his talent for granted. Marina had been so jealous of his talent and how much everyone loved him. At 17, Hunter was taken away from her to a mental institution. Her parents said it was depression and he would be better soon, but she knew what he had tried to do to himself.
@autumnofwoodsbeyond do you have any idea when you’ll be posting next?
I guess I’ll post after @impossiblegirl does?
This was great by the way. I hope you’re okay.
@fairytalegirl123 I guess, yea! But if you want we could always do I interactions between Meggie and Nastya, but it’s up to you 🙂