I couldn't contend the joy that swelled in my belly when the gates were pulled open. I tucked every strand of hair away from my face just to take in the beautiful sight before me. The tall trees, ancient buildings like those in myths that I usually read about, and the finely trimmed flowers in the maze with students that were properly dressed roaming about.
Okay?
Suddenly, every excitement I once had crumbled into fear and anxiety.
"Aiit, Sey." My uncle nudged me out of the tension. I forced a smile to my face and bid him goodbye.
"Don't push me off so quickly, Sey." He helped me with my bags out of the trunk.
"Visiting days, I'm not sure I'd meet up every week. Be good." His hands went to my hair for the umpteenth time today. I took a second look around me,beginning to hate the tension this place oozed of.
"I'll be fine without you, Uncle." That look on his face had me glaring at him real hard.
I hung the necessary bags and rolled the rest of them, making sure to avoid these overly serious girls from bumping into me. Passing through the horde of neatly dressed kids, some chattering while other had their curious gaze on me.
As confused as I was, I still walked through the conglomeration of ancient buildings, and in them, they were scary frame from the fifteen hundred hung up on the washed off walls.
"Awwn. A lost fresherman," startled by the thick feminine voice that echoed in the room. My eyes ran in the direction of where the voice headed off from, to meet a blonde. Those shiny forest green eyes held fascination in them, and her hands were tied behind her while she took steady steps towards her.
"Anne-Claudie, you?" Her jade skin came into view when she stretched her hands forward for a handshake, which took me half a decade to come to the conclusion that I shake no stranger.
"Sianna." The accent she let off did justify that she came from a lot of money. The Claudie girl reeked off it with that pony tail and the buckled scandals she had on.
"From?" Seeing the way her eyebrows pecks up with interest had me wandering why and what for.
"Chicago," replied, still trying to maintain my stance with all the luggage Uncle made me pack up. L
"Poor thing." Her statement had me hooked up. For a while, I tried to process and understand what she meant by that.
My eyebrows spiked in annoyance.
"Follow me," that British accent of hers ticked me off even more.
Her hips swayed, and her hair went in a similar direction. From the looks of it, this was the high ends of extension. Everything about her screamed artificial, and it irked me. I thrusted my nimble fingers through the locs of my hair as I observed the artistry this place held. It was quite fascinating yet scary.
"Don't think that I'd give you a tour, now?" She chimed in. That irritating, thin voice of hers echoed in the room.
"I never wanted you to," we both took a turn while I kept trailing her.
"Here is the library," she pointed, my eyes caught small crystals glued to the lengthy, pink painted fingers of hers. Claudie points at the buildings and rambles about their history, which I care so less about.
I tucked my hair to an ear and nudged my glasses to sit on the bridge of my nose once we got the set of solid doors that led to the principal's office. I could feel my heart thud loudly, and my hands go sweaty.
"Good luck, Sianna." I scoffed at her as I watched her swaying hips.
The doors were pulled open, and my heart didn't stop skipping until I got to the empty desk.
I scanned the room, from the chandeliers hung above and the fine cushions on the side while a desk and chair sat in the middle, also sighting the wooden tag that had a name engraved on it.
"Miss Crackers?" The clicks of shoes had me turning to the direction of it. My eyes met with his sharp green forest eyes with amber fleeks. My name rolled off his lips in an enticing, which didn't sit quite well with me.
"I am, Sir." I addressed him, adding a little courtesy to my reply. His slender fingers had pushed the tip of the glass cup to his thin lips so he could gulp a sip from the lots of it.
His other hands flipped through an open book on his table, took out a sheet, and stamped it before passing it to the edge of the table.
"Mr Castiel Martin, and have a nice time here," he accessed me before nodding towards the door. Taking the que to leave, my eyes ran through the room, and the frames hung on the wall.
I tucked my hair and took the paper and key.
"You should be careful here," I look back to the man who now had his legs crossed on the table.
Replying with a nod of my head, I went in the direction. Passing the maze and other buildings till I got the one that had a wooden tag on it.
"Finally," I muttered.
Through the corridor, I walked with my hands filled with my bags in them.
This was something I have always craved to be in, but right now, it began to feel strange here. The eerie, everything didn't just sit so well with me. Putting the key through the lock, I slumped on the bed and took my phone out.
A scowl formed on my face when the line I dialled didn't go through, now writing a text to him which also didn't send.
Worry began to creep into me until my door swung open to reveal Claudie's face from the small opening of the wooden door of my room.
"Rule number 25: No phones."
