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Shimmering Crystals: Chapter 3: ‘Evers and Nevers’
We were late to the welcoming. All because of my fall. When we entered the Theatre of Tales, Dean Dovey asked where we had gone.
“We were worried sick!” She exclaimed.
“I, I, um, kinda, um, fell down the stairs,” I decided to be brave and state the incident myself. I can be so clumsy sometimes.
“And you didn’t get hurt?,” Dean Dovey seemed very sceptical. I do admit, falling down the stairs and not getting a visible wound is quite suspicious.
“Well, um, well,” I stuttered. Luckily, the girl with glasses came to my rescue.
“Well, Dean Dovey, there was a big wound on her forehead, but when she rubbed it with her fingers, the wound went away, like, it completely went away!” She might have exaggerated the story a little, but it was true nether the less.
“Well, I’m just glad you’re okay, Fantasia, and I can see quite a talent growing inside you. We will definitely need talents like yours if we want to win the Circus of Talents this year,” I couldn’t believe it. I think Dean Dovey was, proud, of me. Before my first day of school.
I’m so glad that Fantasia was okay. It was quite a fall. But then the wound went away when she touched it, does she have healing powers? Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted. I could hear the thumping footsteps. It must be the boys. The Nevers rolled their eyes and sighed. Did something happen before? The doors slammed open. 60 boys ran through. The Nevers booed, the boys winked and blew kisses, and then each pulled out a rose. A sparkling red rose. They threw the roses at the ones that they liked the most. It was so much to take in. I hoped, desperately hoped, that I caught one of the roses. I wanted, no, needed, a date for the Snow Ball. I closed my eyes. Waited. Opened them again. I found a rose in my palm. I looked up. A boy was staring at me, smiling at me. He had peachy pink skin, freckles, a charming smile, emerald green eyes and curly golden brown hair.
“Hey, you know the boy you’re looking at, the one with the curly golden brown hair, he was the one who threw the rose your holding. I think his name is Owen,” Fantasia whispered, with a rose in her hand. “I got one too, but I don’t know who threw it. Could’ve been anyone”.
Th Evergirls were whispering. I was tired from reading Acantha’s mind, and they were too far away, so I couldn’t read their minds, but I could catch snapshots of their whispering.
“She fell down-,”
“Made wound disa-,”
“Impressed Dean -,”
“Who’s Fantasia?” I wondered aloud.
“The girl, the girl with the short hair and crowd of girls bothering her,” Acantha snapped. I guess she was angry about her popularity before the first day of classes. Acantha really intimidates me. Maybe because she’s an albino, and my foster parents had tanned skin, hazel green eyes and brown hair. Although I am almost as pale as her, but, I always knew that I was different, I had accepted I was different… but this girl, she was different taken another level. She was just plain scary.
“Welcome to the School for Good and Evil” one head of a two headed dog. I kinda tuned out during the Welcoming. It was so boring and I had a lot on my mind. I was relieved when it was finally over. I rushed upstairs. My suitcase won’t unpack itself, after all.
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