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Time had gone by so fast and Altair was soon swept up with the business of the school. The break was quite wonderful he had fun with Heidi and the girl thoroughly enjoyed himself, but at the same time it was lacking events. Just what was Cresetia up to? was she being merciful or merely saving up for a big and grand act. Whatever the case would be he would have to merely prepare himself for what was yet to come.

Sighing as he exited the nearby cafe, Altair walked on towards his dorm. Classes were much more dull in this school and though Altair found no point in finishing his education, he still needed to attend classes if he wished to stay in the academy. Over the break things had been quite complicated. Him and the old man both attempted to fix their little problem with Heidi. What they were doing so far was working, but it was obvious this wouldn't last long. The old man really wished to tell Heidi about what they were doing, but Altair felt it was best to lessen the girl's emotional stress. Their main goal was to contact the girl aunt and do whatever they could.

Reaching the door Altair opened it and entered with a bag in his hand "Yo brought some food!" Altair said happily as he entered the room and placed the bag that held some warm sandwiches down on a nearby table

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The cafeteria was at first filled with screams of joy. Many girls were all giddy with the sight of the sexy teen's appearance and the cafeteria fell into chaos in a mere instant. It all started when the sexy teen felt famish from the harsh classes he endured in this so called school. He had been home schooled all his life and coming to this academy was the greatest experience that he endured. Though the classes made his first day at school rough he still loved the thrill of being around so many people.

He learned of the place called a cafeteria and immediately headed towards it the moment hunger struck his sexy stomach that was covered by his glorious set of abs. On his way a group of girls began to follow him, ogling him. Soon enough he reached the cafeteria and Darrius was soon greeted by a mass of people. A group of girl joined the following girls and they all crowded him. "Ah I've seen you've all come to greet me...well then" Darrius said as he pointed at a few girl with his finger as if it was a gun "greeting dear ladies" Darrius said with a wink and pretended to shoot his finger like a gun. Immediately this set action caused a massive amount of joyous squealing from the girls, in fact the teen swore he heard some men squealing as well.

The group of girls all began to crowd him and ask for his number and if he would date him, but soon everything turned to chaos. Jealousy blinded the girls and soon enough a brawl occurred. Scratching, bitting, hair-pulling, name calling...it was awful in the teen's eyes "Such chaos! I'm I doomed to be haunted with this horrible curse" Darrius said dramatically as he placed the back of his wrist on his forehead and closed his eyes. The sexiness Darrius obtained was a gift and a curse in his eyes. SUCH THE TRAGEDY!

 

It wasn't long before he noticed Bronagh sitting with someone else. Since she was one of the few people he actually knew, it made since that he would go over to sit with her, but he did want to avoid any awkwardness it possible. So he was left with to options, he could go sit with her or just stand there like an idiot. TI wasn't took hard of a decision to make as he went over to the table she was sitting at. He sat down on the opposite of her with one seat between him and the other girl. "Hello." He said.

 

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The oatmeal they served at the Academy of Excellency was positively delicious. Thinking back on it, Eleanora wasn't sure if she had ever actually tasted the hot cereal before now. Berries, brown sugar and butter made for excellent additions and, ultimately, she did not regret her decision to grab breakfast before class.

There was a large variety to choose from. Muffins, eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, crepes, french toast, biscuits, hashbrowns...Sure, it was expensive, but ever since finding that mysterious package of cash in her suitcase, lack of money wasn't on her list of concerns.

Yes...that much money would do that to a person, wouldn't it? She hadn't hesitated to spend it, though she had not told Shirley about it. Shirley, like her son, was no fool and she was not to be trifled with. Eleanora didn't want another police scare, though this time was she was completely innocent.

Mostly, she used the money on a major shopping spree. Her days after Christmas were spent reinventing herself. Thick, messily cut hair was straightened, and childish bangs were parted and styled. She invested in some make-up, as well. Her previous wardrobe of bright colors and frills was given away to a charity upon Shirley's request (though she had wanted very much to burn them), while her spellbooks were donated to the local library.

Two days ago had been her birthday, and fifteen-year-old Eleanora was not a witch. She was an orphan suffering from some sort of traumatic memory loss. Regular therapy sessions would start later in the week and she was looking forward to them. During the break she had visited the doctor and was diagnosed with Depression and (upon sharing her set of outbursts) Borderline Personality Disorder. She was promptly prescribed medication and scheduled for future visits.

She had to admit...She was afraid. Both of herself and whatever else was lurking beneath the surface. She was also afraid to remember. Who was Simon? Had he existed? What of her parents? Where were her they? How long had she been living in that attic? Had John known...?

❝Ouch!❞​

The spoon for her oatmeal fell from her fingers with a clank. Somehow she had managed to bite her tongue. The bitter, metallic taste of blood caused her to crinkle her nose and she washed it down with some water. Luckily, no one in the cafeteria had seemed to notice. Most of them were too distracted by some clearly popular guy. Invisible as always, except it didn't really hurt anymore.

The rosary around her neck chimed as she stood and picked up her green tray, disposing of her leftovers and setting the tray on top of the garbage can where others had been left. By the end of the day she was sure that the light backpack she had slung over her shoulder would be much heavier. Sigh.

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xxxxxxxxxxThe dining hall, though she had been there before, was just as massive with all the people in it as it was without. Everyone was so lively. She moved passed a crowd of people near the door and over to the line. Adapting to the American food was difficult. She enjoyed her native cuisine and there wasn't really anything to outstanding about the items in front of her. Granted, it was a nicer selection then at a public school, but she would still prefer culture specific choices. Italian food was probably her favorite. Bernadette settled on something light. She would go out to eat after classes ended since she was no longer in need of money.​

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xxxxxIt was an odd thing. She had been so worried to the point of debating a job, but then on the flight there was an email notification from her bank. Bernadette assumed it had been from the school, but the financial department said otherwise. Two strange emails had been received on the flight. One was signed by the sender of the money, whomever this Orpheus bloke was, and one by the initial "C." It said one hundred days, but was dated for November 30th. That left her with sixty-five more. It seemed odd that it was her first time seeing the email, given the fact that she checked it most every day.​

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xxxxxBernie made her way through the enormous expanse of a room and sat down at a relatively empty table. Until she found someone to be her friend and share lunchtime with, being mostly by herself was the goal. It was too awkward with the language barrier. She did, however, decide to greet the small brunette sitting diagonally from her. Her face looked pained. Did something happen? "U-um, hallo. You are okay?" She said softly. Somehow, that wording sounded wrong in her ears. Did she say it wrong?​

 

Marcus stretched his hands and set his controller down. Well that was enough of that, grinning he reveled in the fact that he'd come so far from the first game, this storyline was much deeper then anything he'd ever played that involved a main character with a gun. He stood up and stretched, checking his phone at the same time for the time. And discovered that he was still in time for lunch. Silence in the room made him realize that he was alone and made him pause, glancing at his roommnates bed and seeing it neatly made and upon further examination, he could tell that it seemed to not have been slept in.

This information set Marcus in a small panic, but he quickly shut that down. His instructor wouldn't be pleased to know he was panicking so much, death in 100 days or not. Think. Analyze. Act. You haven't seen or heard from Theo, in a few weeks. He could be dead or fine. Now is the time to not panic, but instead find out the truth. Where does Theo like to go? He probably won't pick up if you called. So you will have to search for him to assuage yourself. Now, why can't you just wait until nightfall, when he'll come in to rest and sleep without fail? Marcus shrugged in reply to that last thought. Human curiousity knows no such thing as the word, "Wait". And with that, Marcus slipped on his school's jacket, adjusted his uniform as he headed out the door, and began to powerwalk as he started up his search to see if his roommate was even alive.

 

The day's classes had sunk Allison's spirits. These classes were a bit harder than she first imagined. She had seen and talked to Elliot just for a bit as she passed him in the hall on their way to their respective classes during the day, though she was a bit embarrassed at having been confused and forgotten that meeting they had. Elliot seemed pretty amused by it, and Allison decided to let it go and not worry about her weird mental blank. Lunch had been the savior of her hunger and she was quite satisfied with the school's food. Unfortunately, after lunch she felt tired and almost slept through her last few classes, though thankfully after lunch the school day seemed to pass by much faster. When she was free at last, Allison hung out on the internet some before preparing for bed in far more comfortable clothes than the academy's female uniform. She hadn't seen Harley at all during the day, nor a whole lot of other people she recognized, though she did spot Elliot in a few of her science classes. For sure she'd have to ask him for help and tutoring, and hopefully this time she'll remember what he taught her. Resolute in this decision, Allison went to sleep intent on waking up in time for classes.

 

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"First day... gotta love it."​

Bronagh's lunch really hadn't gone far after that. Her and Christina spoke, Nate showed up and they conversed. Then Bronagh had gotten really quiet, although she did get Christina's phone number. She was really nice to her, Bronagh still felt a bit bad about her comments though, more so because of... well.​

Afternoon classes were better than morning, she actually enjoyed a couple of classes, but was upset when she was "let go" of equestrian studies because she was really excited for it. It was going to be her last class of the day, but instead they dropped her Period 7 class so she could have daily physical therapy and such.​

I'd only complain if it wasn't physical therapy.​

Bronagh decided afterwards that she would go outside to the Heliocanthea because it was closer to the dorms and she just wanted to be outside. She was still recovering from being stuck in rooms all day, and missed being able to do quick jog.​

I probably won't ever walk again... boy, did I take that for granted while I had it. Sitting down all day and writing when I could have been more active...​

Bronagh decided to stop in the middle of the garden and locked her wheels so she couldn't drift off while sitting there. She pulled out a camera and took a picture of the garden, then started to write and sketch in her new notebook. She had scraped the idea about the trees, and decided to just use the description as a metaphor in a different story.​

Spoiler: New Years Eve: 11:36 p.m

Bronagh was eating a corn dog and laughing at a joke Shadow had told a moment before. She turned her head towards him and spoke, "So it just went down his throat? Did they get it out?"
He chuckled a bit before saying, "Of course, but it miraculously recorded the sound and BOOM, it's the best effect in the song."
"I still do not understand dubstep editing...."
Shadow smiled, "It's just a form of expression, I honestly prefer to use the piano and edit the effect on my own. BUT, when I can get sound bites that unique, I try to add it in."
"Like someone swallowing a microphone?"
"Exactly."
Bronagh rolled her eyes as she watched Shadow pull out a bottle of beer and she hit him saying, "You're 18, not 21! Please don't dr-"
"I can't sit here with a bunch of cops and not be drunk."
"You realize how stupid that sounds right?" Bronagh closed her eyes and said, "Just please, for my own sanity... don't drink."
Shadow chuckled as he took a sip and said, "Fine, I won't be drunk. But I'm still drinking."
Bronagh glared at him before looking away in defeat and saying, "You're lying..."
Shadow smiled at her and said, "Semi, I may or may not get drunk."
"You're my ride back if you get drunk so help me g-"
"Just chill Bronagh, why can't I get drunk and then you drive home like usual?"
"You're kidding right?"
"Why? What's the pro- oh... oh... I forgot. Well, we could always wait until it subsides if I get drunk now it won't be too long away when I sober up."
"In the end it has nothing to do with transportation Shadow..."
Shadow threw away the beer and looked back at her, "Fine. I'm sorry"

Bronagh eventually got very cold and started sneezing, she decided it would be best for her just to go back to her room at that point. When she got there, she ended up just falling asleep on her bed, despite how early it was at that point.​

 

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[/url]The door opened and Heidi lifted her head just slightly, seeing Altair walk into the room. He tossed a bag onto the table and she pulled herself back up into a seated position on the bed. "Yo brought some food!" She scrambled off of the bed and moved over to the table, pulling a hot sandwich out of the bag. Her fingers quickly unwrapped the packaging on the item and she took a bite.

"You didn't have to bring anything. I could have waited til later." He wouldn't be able to eat for long since he went through all the trouble of bringing her food. She sat down at the table quietly nibbling on the sandwich. Everything was so boring with the others in class. She almost wished she could join them, but her education was so far behind from constantly being pulled from school. Nothing would make sense to her at this point. Finding something to read though, that would be helpful.

As they ate relatively in silence, her thoughts kept drifting to the large envelope filled with money. Should she do something with it? Her eyes kept darting to the clock. They wouldn't have long together. Then he would be back to classes and she alone until the day ended. When she finished eating, Heidi cleaned up the mess and said goodbye to Altair before curling back up on the bed. It was all so so boring.

Ever since the money had arrived, there was one thing she debated spending it on. It would be better to take care of it sooner rather than later, but the whole,"being a crazy runaway," hindered that a bit. If she turned up anywhere, they would call the police and take her away. It posed a difficult problem. There was another option, but that probably wouldn't go over well. She was ill, nobody would allow her to act on her own accord with a fragile state of mind.

 

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Damn, he should have brought more. Of course he had managed to go through the book he had been reading with extreme quickness. Ah, poetry. Too short. What he liked most about it, though, was that it could be about anything and prepared in any way. He didn't exactly consider himself the best poet, but it was enough for him that he could call himself one despite that. Poetry wasn't hard or easy, and it came from a place within. No wrong answers.

Regardless, he had finished his book and first period had yet to begin. With a quiet yawn, he pushed himself up from the plush loveseat, shoved his phone into his pocket, picked up his book and coffee and carried his feet along the dark floors and to the the aisles.

This library was breathtakingly gorgeous. He was a little bummed that he would probably not be seeing much of it once he was done with high school.

As he browsed the first floor's aisles, he caught a glimpse of a tall boy gazing at the books. He seemed a bit stumped as to what to go with...To approach or not to approach. ...Theodore gazed towards the line of books he was considering. Aaaagh.

❝The Girl in Watercolors is a great read.❞

Theodore's voice was leveled as always. He felt a bit awkward chiming in, but he hoped it helped him make his selection. He shrugged his shoulders and began to browse the same aisle for something he hadn't read yet.

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Matt collapsed in a heap on his bed. Today had been a loooong day. He'd got lost multiple times finding classes but had somehow managed to get to them all on time. The classes themselves had actually gone okay, he understood what was going on and he wasn't feeling too out of his depth. Yeah, he could manage with these ones. His new class mates seemed alright too, they didn't seem like jerks to him currently. He was going to have a lot of fun pranking them, hopefully they had a good sense of humour. Either way he was drained and was asleep virtually the moment his head hit the pillow.

 

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After a day of doing school stuff. Zoey was tired.
After showering... she dried and still naked, slipped into bed and fell asleep.

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Dylan had been doing Dylan stuff still, which included getting into fights which had somehow found him, and he won, naturally.
Getting home, he showered, smoked a few cigarettes after dinner and got into bed. He felt a void next to him from where he had gotten familiar with Marina's weight and warmth being next to him.
...Just what had happened to her?

 

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❝U-um, hallo. You are okay?❞​

An accented and melodic voice came from behind her as she stood to leave the dining hall. Eleanora swiveled around to meet the blue eyes of a blonde-haired girl. Her own face flushed a bit and she stepped back to put some distance between her and the stranger. Someone...noticed?

❝Yes, I am. T-Thank you! I just m-managed to bite my tongue.❞​

That was another thing. That stutter. It wasn't bad and was only really obvious when she was nervous, but she was planning on hiring someone to help her with that. Her heart was beating quickly in her chest. Ah, so much to fix..But that didn't mean that she shouldn't at least be trying. Part of her wanting nothing more than to isolate herself while she was getting better, but she didn't want to be friendless at the end of this whole thing...So she smiled.

❝My name is Eleanora...You're not from here, are you?❞​

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Through the rest of the day, Isabella absentmindedly jotted down notes as her teachers gave their lectures. She didn't even bother trying to speak to any of the other students; she was still taking in the amazing architecture of the school. When the final bell rang, she walked off to the girl's dormitory on the south of end the campus.​

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Isabella ascended the flight of stairs until the she reached the floor matching the room number printed on her schedule. She scanned the numbers next to the doors, trying to find her own. When she arrived at her room, she pulled a key out of her backpack. She hadn't realized the secretary had handed it to her until she had gathered her supplies at the end of her first block class. She slotted the key into the door handle and opened the door.​

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Isabella looked around the room. Her roommate seemed to have not yet returned to the dorm, but whoever she was she had refined tastes. Opera librettos lined the girl's bookshelf, and Isabella even saw a tea set in the room. Isabella unpacked her items, careful not to displace any of her roommate's items. She should at least make a good first impression for her roommate.​

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Isabella pulled a note of her backpack as she lay on her bed. She had come upon it when she left the "Christmas festivities" to return to her bedroom. It claimed she had $100,000 in her bank account. Isabella frowned. Who was this Orpheus person? Did he have something to do with the strange email she had received a month before? She had thought nothing of it, and nothing became of it throughout December. The blue words on the letter blurred as Isabella felt herself begin to doze off.​

 

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xxxxxxxxxx Harley had been serenely looking through the wide variety of books that were available in this place. This library . . . For an academy, it was extremely impressive. He snickered a bit about the fact that they even had coffee machines. He liked it. And the range of students who studied and read in here was something to marvel at as well. It was advantageous to him because ( heh, humans in any setting were advantageous to him ) he was able to see what they looked like and speculated what they thought while they were concentrating.

A student or two had passed the section of books he had been looking at, but he paid no mind to them as he looked for something interesting. 1984, hmm . . . ? he thought to himself, letting the book fall open in his hand, I wonder why I haven't read this, yet. Seems like my kind of book. George Orwell was one of his favorite authors because of his ability to challenge social injustice and other political standings. A witty guy that Harley thought he could have gotten along with well.

A set of distinctive footsteps came into his hearing, and he stopped focusing on reading ( though he looked like he still was ) and focused on them. A voice broke in, " The Girl in Watercolors is a great read. " They said. It was a boy.

Closing the book with a soft clap and Harley looked up to see a boy, slightly shorter than him, with messy dark brown hair and green eyes. There seemed to be some extremely faint red tinge to his cheeks that was subtle enough that one would completely miss it if they weren't looking for it.

Quickly, Harley made his first assessment: embarrassed easily? No. Didn't seem to like socializing with people. Tended to avoid them. What kind of people? He didn't look intimidated at all, but a bit awkward. He wasn't good at socializing? Probably.

Before it was too long from the words of the suggestion, Harley spoke up casually, even though the boy had begun to look at other things, " Is that so . . . ? " he asked, his eyes scanning the shelves for the book mentioned, but keeping a feel in the atmosphere for the stranger, " I was never very good at picking out books for myself. " He gave an appropriate laugh, " There're so many, hard to tell where to start. "

When he found the book, which was a bit a ways away from his original spot, he opened it and started scanning the book jacket synopsis. Huh. Not bad. Harley looked up at the boy who was still looking at other books on the other shelf.

He made his way back and then stood next to him, the recommended book in hand, " Harley. " he said looking up at the many spines in front of him, " Nice to meet you. "

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xxxxxxxxxxThe small brunette stood up to leave as she spoke. Vielleicht hat sie mich nicht hören? Her face fell slightly. She was really looking forward to speaking to someone. Then, the other girl spun around to face her, but took a step back. Her look was one of acknowledgment, but slight embarrassment. Oh! Vielleicht tat ​​sie auch. Habe ich etwas Falsches gesagt? ​

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xxxxx❝Yes, I am. T-Thank you! I just m-managed to bite my tongue.❞​

xxxxxOh good. She was okay. That was a relief. Maybe that meant she didn't say anything too weird. "Oh. Gut that is. Er... good... sort of." Now it was her turn to get flushed in the face. This was awful. Bernadette wanted to just crawl in a hole and disappear. This was hard. All the foreign exchange kids they would get back home were greeted with open arms. Her classmates would get so excited and intrigued by students from other countries.

xxxxx❝My name is Eleanora...You're not from here, are you?❞

xxxxxShe shook her head, blond hair flying in every direction. "N-no I am nicht. Ah... foreign exchange. I just kam last Woche.... week. Nice to meet you El-low-nor-uh. Ich am Bernie." Bernadette stood up as well. They would need to get going soon. It would be nice if Eleanora wanted to walk with her, but understandable if she chose not to. Finding someone to stick with that knew the school was clearly going to take time along with everything else.

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xxxxxxxxxx What she really wanted was to believe that she tried not to, that she had enough self-restraint and patience not to, but the last week hadn't exactly been ideal for her and so she could not contain herself. The girl deserved it since she had started it and Kallisti had no regrets.

Her stockings were now holed in several places, her hair was a bit of a mess, and her uniform blazer was open with the tie undone, the undershirt no longer tucked neatly into her skirt. She was going to have to fix this tomorrow.

What she was truly concerned about was seeing the headmistress. It was the last thing she wanted and the mere thought of seeing her sent her into a few emotions: rage, embarrassment, and fear. If she saw the woman now, she would be unable to stop herself from leaping over the desk and strangling her.

Kallisti was not to be messed with, today.

But it was lucky for her and the headmistress' life that she wasn't in at the moment, and so Kallisti had to settle for seeing one of the vice-headmasters. With this came the expectations of a lecture and small punishment for what had happened. Things were set out to special circumstances for her because she was the headmistress' "treasured" granddaughter. It made her sick, but at least she was benefiting from it.

After the lecture, her punishment was relayed: " You will be the head librarian's personal assistant for one week and will be with her from an hour before classes, through lunch, and two hours after school. " That was all? How quaint, how pathetic. How nice. She wouldn't truly mind that, for she had met Mrs. Price on the break. She seemed like a lovely woman that she wouldn't have to harm.

When it was over in the office, she was sent to the nurse, Dr. Conger, to be patched up. That bit - . . . girl had long and sharp nails, and was able to put a few cuts into her neck and one on her cheek. Kallisti was seething for it, but . . . It would pass - and perhaps she would avenger herself with something a little more dire than scratches.

It was after the New Year, now. Her time was limited.

After Dr. Conger placed bandages and wraps on her, she ordered Kallisti to come and check in with her tomorrow, just in case. In case of what? Kallisti almost laughed. Ridiculous. It was just a small tussle that the other girl started by calling her a bitch. Kallisti honestly did try to walk away, really. But the girl just couldn't stop herself and then Kallisti had lunged at her.

. . . It was reminiscent of Lacey's.

In the restroom, Kallisti tidied herself up and then began to immerse herself among the other busy-bodied students, some of which had recognized her and stayed away. Social outcast status? Like she cared.

She was tired.

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OOC: Forgive the horrible post.

 

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Cristina had exchanged numbers with Bronagh before the two parted. Nate had joined in on their conversation, but it was near the end of lunch so they did not get to interact very much. I wonder if I'll see them there tomorrow too... It would be nice to make some new friends. Though, it wasn't a huge loss if she didn't.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Not like it was a bad thing. Uneventful was definitely better than utter chaos, so for that Cristina was grateful. She did not have an art class in the afternoon, which was probably why it was so boring. The girl almost fell asleep in her math class because the teacher's voice was so monotonous. He never seemed to turn away from the board either. So far, none of the teachers had picked on her to speak, nor had anybody in her classes made an effort to converse with her. It was probably because she was not from the Academy, but it was nice not to have people know that she was mute.

After class ended, Cristina walked straight back to her dorm. She was exhausted. It had been awhile since she had gone to school so she did not realize how much energy sitting there for eight hours actually sucked out of a person. To think that she had to go back there tomorrow as well. The girl sighed. Back in her room, she sat on her bed and completed her homework. Once finished, she dropped her textbooks on the floor beside her and then got ready for bed. She would need all of the sleep she could get to replenish all of the energy lost today. Once in bed, Cristina closed her eyes and buried herself in her covers.