Powers of a Complex: The Beginning Ch. 1 Pt. 2
Chapter 1 (Part 2)
I leaned on a brick wall trying to catch my breath; she is totally a fire demon. There’s the proof she must be an enemy or something, but then what’s with that electric shock, it didn’t hurt, it actually felt really good. Or was it trying to warn me, but that doesn’t make sense? I still don’t get what this has to do with me being a water fairy angel. I didn’t have much time to contemplate after that because the sound of a whistle coming from my right. I’m guessing that’s the Head Mistress.
I lugged myself over to the stage where the podium was, to hear what she was talking about. The head mistress stood out the most, but not because she was in front of all the teachers, but because she had a young face for a 50 year old and she was wear white flowy dress with ruffles that looked like it was for ballroom dancing. In the back of her was a line of teachers seated in those folding, black chairs and not one of them was male which I am grateful.
“Girls, gather round, gather around. We are so excited to have all of you join our school,” she looked at me. Wait, how did she know I came here today there must be others too. She continued, lifting her gaze,
“, And others coming back. We gladly welcome you. Here in our sanctuary were you will all learn how to become proper ladies and be successful and helpful in the community. We encourage you to learn, do your best and look toward the future. Most importantly have fun.” At the end she curtsied and lifted her dress as she stepped down from the stage. Then another teacher stepped up to the podium with short black curly hair, fair skin, and a green dress with a red vest. She started to direct us to where we should be going.
“Hi, My name is Raga and I am one of the teachers here. I am the guidance counselor which some of you know. For now I would like to ask children please say your goodbyes to your parents and go to the dorm mother to the right of me. They will then put you in your dorms and give further instructions,” after she was done I went to look for my own parent. I saw him near that ugly lady and her daughter again. Is he crazy? I stopped and called him over. He looked up and smiled, said something to them and came over to me.
“Alie, where did you go before? I was worried. What happened? Also, you freaked Meloney out by running so fast.” Good, they didn’t notice the glowing eyes. Phew.
“Oh, I- um had to check out something to make sure I had it and I did. Tell Meloney ‘sorry for freaking her out’,” I said with sarcasm. He laughs and ruffles my hair. I have to not get in trouble while I’m here or its boot camp for me. Yeah, I get in trouble and I’m not the one who even starts it.
My dad starts, “ Oh, Alie I’m going to miss you and so is your mom. She would be happy to see you off.” He sighs. “Oh, I’ll be so lonely.” Well, the thing is I lost my foster mother, Cynthia, when I was nine and I was the closest to her of the two.
“We are so proud you. But remember you have to stay out of trouble, even if they are the ones that cause it. Tell someone and promise me you’ll do good here.” He hugged me after that and I said my goodbyes and “I’ll be good.” I lied. Adults just don’t understand that, that doesn’t work.
You would think after them going through it themselves they would realize that. Grabbing all my stuff, I walk over to were the guidance counselor made light to go. When I got to the edge of the crowd the dorm mothers had just started call off names of the people who are in their dorm.
“Alie Izumi,” called a dorm mother with straight mid-length black hair and brown skin to the left of me. I just raised my hand, hoping she would see as she was searching through the crowd. When she finally found me she smiled, and called the next person out. I had the worst luck ever so there is no point, but I’ll do it anyway. I crossed my fingers, close my eyes, and whisper, “ I will not have to share my room with Sarah.” Three times over but luck wasn't not on my side today. Even fake luck was no help in this situation.
The dorm mother yelled out the most dreadful name in history. “Sarah Shinagawa,” that was it for me, I delated in defeat. A frown tinging my lips. Once everyone was accounted for, I tried my best to steer clear of Sarah who was just staring, even being surrounded by group of what I think are her friends didn’t stop her predatory, wonton stare.
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- Powers of a Complex: Ch. 2
This Chapter 2 of P.O.C. : These two girls have special powers. The prophecy of two girls separated at the birth, will rise and fight against those who keep them apart. Is that all the prophecy says? Will they be able to ignore the hidden secrets alo
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