by Silently-there » Mon Oct 07, 2013 1:29 am
Ashton Humble
I looked around campus for awhile. There were many people here, so I was very glad that I was not the only kid of my kind. There were others, I knew that. However, these people were all probably used to their powers and knew how to control them; something I could not do. I sighed and looked around. Everybody was rushing around to where they were supposed to be, so I assumed they all knew what they were doing and where they go. That means, there's probably only a few new students here, and I'm one of them. I pulled out a flimsy paper I had received after I ran away from home. The paper I got, that is, right before I was picked up and pulled over to the school. I looked through it until I found the school colors and how they worked; well, that was easy enough. I'd be going to the Cambiare house. I looked up from my piece of paper, mumbling to myself and attempting to figure this out by myself. "So that would be the west wing... Which directions west I wonder..." I pulled my finger across to where I was trying to find. Which way was west? I groaned. Brown and green, I thought. Brown and green.
Heath Daise
This was pretty much my first year here, but I had been here for about 2 days over the summer (as far as I remember), so I already knew the campus like the back of my palm. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Not many people could do that. But, I belong to the Memoria class. It's in a basement, but most of the people I pass by call it the dungeons. I guess that either makes them feel cool or makes them feel better that they aren't Memoria. What they don't understand, is how easily Memoria kids could break them all in half. We're obviously the best of the best. I started heading over to the basement, descending the long steps down. There were already a number of people present. I smiled at the ladies, purring in the back of my throat as I walked by. I knew they could all just hear it. I didn't see the Head anywhere in sight, so I just left it at that and stood by one of the walls, examining everybody there. No, I wasn't thinking anything bad, but my thoughts weren't exactly there. Have you ever thought to yourself, but instead of hearing your voice in your head it was silent? Well, that's what I'm doing now. Well, then again, I must've spoke too soon because the head walked in, and already seemed stressed out. My eyes followed her to where she sat down. I wondered about her for awhile.
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