Chapter 7

Scarlett

"So, this is your room."

We stopped in front of a white door which had a wooden tag that said "Room 18". There were rooms all along the corridor. Here I could hear some voices and students were coming out of their rooms and smiling at William and staring at me.

"Umm..why is everybody staring at me?" I asked him softly.

"Don't worry its nothing personal. It's just that we have only 180 students here and we rarely get any new students."

"OK," I said hesitantly.

"Here all the students have the same room here. We don't have divided dorms for boys and girls so, my room is next to yours. Also, your uniform would by on your bed. Normally I would have given you some time to rest but we have to get to breakfast. So get ready and dressed and I will meet you here in 30 minutes. OK?"

"Yes" 

He went to his room and I opened my new room.

I opened the door to my room. It made absolutely no noise. This new room was nothing like my last one. That one was lived in and cosy, this one was so perfect that it looked like a showpiece, which I didn't want to break.

I took a few minutes to take a tour of my new room closing the door behind me. This room was not as big as the room I was kept in last night but it was rather lovely. The whole room had wooden flooring and all walls were painted white. There was a study table painted blue with a silver lamp on it, and a big light pink bookshelf beside it. On the chair a bag was kept, it was a plane blue, most probably to carry my books. There was a small window which overlooked a park where a girl and a boy were sitting smiling at each other.

The bed was fluffy and had a turquoise mattress laid over it. Satisfied with my bedroom. I went to see the washroom. One big towel and a small hand towel was kept. The washroom had all the accessories, I could ever need. It had marble flooring and the room was visible from inside the washroom. They were only divided with a glass wall. there was one big mirror on one end of the room. The room was lit up with yellow lights which looked like lamps. 

After surveying the whole room, my eyes landed on my uniform laid on the turquoise mattress. 

I carefully picked the clothes. The clothes consisted of skinny light blue jeans and a turquoise blue shirt with only a word "Alium" written in red, where normally a side pocket is situated. I was amazed, all the other school I had been to had hideous uniforms with skirts for girls and shorts for boys. Then there was an another piece of my uniform. They were a pair of black gloves, I was surprised to see them.

I laid the uniform back on the bed and quickly stripped out my black shots and shirt and showered.

I quickly put on the jeans and the shirt. It fit perfectly to my skin as if it was made for me. I went to the mirror on the other side of the room to survey my uniform. 

I stared towards the girl whom I knew was me but somehow I looked different, sadder. When I looked into the mirror I saw what I see every time. My slender five feet six-inch body. The skinny jeans bought out the curves of my body. My shiny jet black hair formed a halo around my face. My mother had the same hair but longer. Mine only reached my mid-back. My face with delicate features looked strained and my blue eyes stared back at me. The same eyes my father had. The same eyes that always looked vibrant stared back at me lifelessly.

I wondered who cleaned me up and changed my clothes from the odd hospital clothes to the comfortable night wear when I was asleep. No, I won't let my mind go there or else I will never stop crying. It's shocking how in one weak your entire world changed. All the people I have met till now here are nice but they are not my parents and they never will be. I feel more alone in a school filled with 180 more people than I ever felt in the small house when there were only three of us. 

I looked beautiful but not happy. I was usually a happy person but since yesterday, all smiles had to be faked. I will put up a good act and be happy in front of others like I had been doing since the morning because it's my grief and my battle, I will fight it alone.

I shook my head to banished all my terrible thoughts. I quickly braided my hair into a messy french tail because that is the only type of braid I knew. I quickly put on the black gloves, it seemed they were made especially for me keeping in mind my ability. I couldn't help but accept that they were looked beautiful on my long fingers. I was about to go out when I realised I had been walking barefoot since I woke up. What the hell am I supposed to wear on my feet? I looked around thinking maybe they were also kept somewhere for me. I was right there were black boots kept near the door.

I quickly put them on. They also fit perfectly. How the hell do they know my size? This is freakish and weird. I looked at the clock in my room and it was 8. So my half an hour were up. 

I came out of the door to see no one. I was going to go find him when I remembered that he had told me that his room was next door. Maybe he was late. I quickly went over to the next door and knocked. Within seconds a girl with shoulder-length blond hair opened the door.