the new kid in school.
Suddenly, I found myself walking through the halls of the
new school. Where is my English class? This hall seems like it goes on
forever. Students were passing me but were not looking at me.
What’s going on up there? I can see a pack of students in
the middle of the hallway obviously intent on something. I think it’s a fight.
Is that two girls? I’ve never seen two girls fight. One is really aggressive,
pulling hair and trying to get in the other one’s face. I can’t see the other
one because she’s smaller and she’s protecting her face with her arms and hands.
Some students are egging them on saying stuff like, “Get her, Tonya, she’s
always asking for it.” The aggressive Tonya girl shoved at the slight girl, who
then tripped over someone’s foot and fell back hard. Her head quickly snapped back
and slammed into a metal tool box that was left near some exposed pipes.
Everyone stopped and stared, as if they couldn’t quite believe what had
happened. The victim appeared unconscious; then she started having a seizure. Students
were taking off left and right. I could hear a teacher yelling something as he
came from a nearby room.
Abruptly, I woke up. It was still the middle of the night. What
was that about? That was a nightmare, but I felt like I was right there. Why
did I have that creepy dream about the new school? It shook me up. I
had a hard time getting back to sleep after that.
Before I knew it, the alarm was going off and I was dragging
myself out of bed. I put on my lucky outfit and met my cousins at breakfast. My
oldest cousin, Annie, was more duded up than Eve or me. She’s tallish, pretty,
with long blond hair and on the shy side. My cousin, Eve, reminded me more of Aunt
Amy. She likes trendy clothes, but was more of a casual dresser. She could be
whiny at times, but still sweet. She’s also the jock of the family. As for
myself, my cousins always say that I’m still a “work in progress”, whatever that
means. I’m pretty sure that it’s not a compliment.
Auntie was there to give us a little pep talk, and to shove
some food at us. I almost felt worse for her then for us. She was wringing
her hands like crazy.
"We gotta go, Mom. Don't worry. We'll be fine today,”
Eve said while gulping down orange juice.
We took the bus to school and went to the office together. I
noticed kids checking us out, but not too blatantly. I could also see flashes
of color around students, but since everyone was moving, the colors were
fleeting. My aunt had Grandma bring in our old school records and sign us up last
week so our schedules were all set. We were supposed to meet with student
guides in the office. A stocky girl with short strawberry blond hair and bright
pink fingernails was the first one to rush in. As she glanced at us she commented,
“Hope I’m not late. I’m the student guide for, uh,” she pulled a piece of paper
out of her pocket and glanced at it, “Eve.”
Eve took a tentative step toward her and affirmed, “Hi, I’m
Eve.”
“Hi, I’m Miranda, but everyone calls me Rainy. Did I hear
that you guys live in the old Drake house?” she asked.
Annie asserted, “Yeah, we moved in with our grandma, Edwina
Drake yesterday.”
“Yesterday! You haven’t been here long. So I guess you
don’t know a soul here. Hey, I’ll introduce you guys around,” she announced
with an excited grin.
At that point, two other girls came in to escort me and
Annie to our first class. The day went by in a blur. As far as the auras, I
saw flashes of color around many students, but I found that if I didn’t look at
anyone for too long the colors would fade away. It was different with
teachers. I had to address them before every class to tell them I was new,
etc. When they focused on me, I would get a very clear picture of their
auras. Four of the teachers had clear
Suddenly, I found myself walking through the halls of the
new school. Where is my English class? This hall seems like it goes on
forever. Students were passing me but were not looking at me.
What’s going on up there? I can see a pack of students in
the middle of the hallway obviously intent on something. I think it’s a fight.
Is that two girls? I’ve never seen two girls fight. One is really aggressive,
pulling hair and trying to get in the other one’s face. I can’t see the other
one because she’s smaller and she’s protecting her face with her arms and hands.
Some students are egging them on saying stuff like, “Get her, Tonya, she’s
always asking for it.” The aggressive Tonya girl shoved at the slight girl, who
then tripped over someone’s foot and fell back hard. Her head quickly snapped back
and slammed into a metal tool box that was left near some exposed pipes.
Everyone stopped and stared, as if they couldn’t quite believe what had
happened. The victim appeared unconscious; then she started having a seizure. Students
were taking off left and right. I could hear a teacher yelling something as he
came from a nearby room.
Abruptly, I woke up. It was still the middle of the night. What
was that about? That was a nightmare, but I felt like I was right there. Why
did I have that creepy dream about the new school? It shook me up. I
had a hard time getting back to sleep after that.
Before I knew it, the alarm was going off and I was dragging
myself out of bed. I put on my lucky outfit and met my cousins at breakfast. My
oldest cousin, Annie, was more duded up than Eve or me. She’s tallish, pretty,
with long blond hair and on the shy side. My cousin, Eve, reminded me more of Aunt
Amy. She likes trendy clothes, but was more of a casual dresser. She could be
whiny at times, but still sweet. She’s also the jock of the family. As for
myself, my cousins always say that I’m still a “work in progress”, whatever that
means. I’m pretty sure that it’s not a compliment.
Auntie was there to give us a little pep talk, and to shove
some food at us. I almost felt worse for her then for us. She was wringing
her hands like crazy.
"We gotta go, Mom. Don't worry. We'll be fine today,”
Eve said while gulping down orange juice.
We took the bus to school and went to the office together. I
noticed kids checking us out, but not too blatantly. I could also see flashes
of color around students, but since everyone was moving, the colors were
fleeting. My aunt had Grandma bring in our old school records and sign us up last
week so our schedules were all set. We were supposed to meet with student
guides in the office. A stocky girl with short strawberry blond hair and bright
pink fingernails was the first one to rush in. As she glanced at us she commented,
“Hope I’m not late. I’m the student guide for, uh,” she pulled a piece of paper
out of her pocket and glanced at it, “Eve.”
Eve took a tentative step toward her and affirmed, “Hi, I’m
Eve.”
“Hi, I’m Miranda, but everyone calls me Rainy. Did I hear
that you guys live in the old Drake house?” she asked.
Annie asserted, “Yeah, we moved in with our grandma, Edwina
Drake yesterday.”
“Yesterday! You haven’t been here long. So I guess you
don’t know a soul here. Hey, I’ll introduce you guys around,” she announced
with an excited grin.
At that point, two other girls came in to escort me and
Annie to our first class. The day went by in a blur. As far as the auras, I
saw flashes of color around many students, but I found that if I didn’t look at
anyone for too long the colors would fade away. It was different with
teachers. I had to address them before every class to tell them I was new,
etc. When they focused on me, I would get a very clear picture of their
auras. Four of the teachers had clear
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