Chapter 2: Chapter 1
Aurora stood outside of the large brick building in anticipation.
Her first day at Windybrooke Boarding School. It was going to be monumental. But she was particularly annoyed because of it.
She didn't want her life to become important. All she wanted was to get it over with. Everyone in the world knew that you could become immortal, but Aurora Melena didn't want to. She just wanted to live an exciting/normal life. Quickly die and go to a place where she'd be accepted.
I know, she's quite the pessimist, I don't like her very much either, but you'd better get used to it, because she's going to be sticking around for a while.
Her views on life weren't always this bleak, as she was quite an energetic little girl, but ever since her father left her, she's been like this. She went full depressed teenage mode, and even went to the lengths of considering suicide. It was terrible for the small family, which only consisted of Aurora, her mother, and her twin brother at this point.
In an attempt to fix her, and get the family back to normal, they sent the girl to be disciplined at this here prestigious boarding school. Her father had went there after he had the same issue with his mother, and it certainly bent him into shape. But sadly, the discipline didn't last.
Anyway, let's skip past the depressing past and move right along to our little depressed emo, Aurora.
The school was quite old, vintage or old-fashioned you might say. The design, the methods, the expectations, the teachers. It was nothing like Aurora was used to.
Aurora wasn't permitted to bring her phone or laptop, and nothing of the electronic sort. Despite her begging and pleading, she wasn't even allowed to bring her MP3 player. She wasn't allowed to bring any of her 'goth' clothes, as they were 'revealing' and 'sinful'. She was instead stuck with this uniform, which she thought, wasn't any less revealing than her other clothes, considering that the skirt barely went over mid-thigh, and the shirts were tight and had a revealing figure.
So there she stood, suitcase in hand, feeling unready to take on the world. Her mother had treated this like she was about to turn 40 or get an important job. She wasn't even 17 yet. She'd be going to this school for a year, and after when she goes off to college, then her mother could freak out.
"Aurora Ruth Melena?" a sweet old voice addressed the girl.
"Oh, yes ma'm?" Aurora's songy voice responded. Aurora always did hate her voice, so high pitched and girly. It always made it sound like she was singing.
"You're going to have to check in over there." the old woman said, pointing to a booth to the left of them, "And you might want to wash your face."
"Why?" Aurora asked, confused at the woman's offhand comment.
"That makeup isn't regulation." she explained shyly, "We don't permit black makeup here."
The woman wasn't being too stern about it, luckily, as others (her mother) had been when talking about regulations at the school. It was certainly better than being told by the headmaster, or anyone who could get her in serious trouble.
The makeup, Aurora (again) thought, that it wasn't all as heavy and dark as it usually was, as she had, in fact, refrained herself from going overboard on the lipstick. Instead, all she had done was put on red lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, and (yes) black eyeshadow, but she didn't think it was all that noticeable. Apparently it was.
"You should probably go and wipe it off in the bathroom after you check in." the woman said, snapping Aurora out of her train of thought.
"Thank you, Ma'm." Aurora responded, taking a little bow as she began to roll away with her suitcase.
Aurora seemed to nitpick everything she hates about herself, and here was something else she hated: The way she walked. Why? I have no idea, she said that it was too peppy and always made it look like she was skipping. But at this moment, she was glad that she had the walk, because she didn't want this woman making assumptions, even if they were correct. Her mother was over obsessed with her little angel having a new image, and it certainly couldn't be a goth, because if her mother found out, she'd practically be disowned.
The sweet smell of cinnamon filled the air, and the large courtyard was filled with colors of fall. Aurora's shoes lightly tapped against the pavement with every step she took, as quiet as mouse. There weren't too many people around, only the new students checking in, one of them being her, of course. The vintage stain glass windows of the brick building in front of her gleamed in the light, refracting waves of color. The newly cut grass, leaving a fresh scent, and an unusual feeling with its perky greeness.
Everything was...
Perfect.
She was perfect.
It was serene, and Aurora liked it. She might actually get used to this place after all.
"Aurora Melena!" a stern voice proclaimed, startling the young girl out of her wits.
"Mom..." she mumbled terrified and annoyed, turning around to look at the middle aged woman.
"How dare you up and leave without saying goodbye!" her mother shouted, sprinting up to her, "I thought you might have ran away, knowing you and your rebellious attitude."
"Mom, I have never attempted to run away." the young girl complained as her mother brushed Aurora's curly wavy raven hair with her bony fingers.
I should just start making a list.
Thing Aurora Hates About Herself #3: Her hair. She says it looks too fake. The curls look fake, like she spent hours attempting to curl them with a curling iron. And that's certainly not the image she's looking for, I mean, actually taking care of yourself? Who does that? She at least likes the color. Go figure, she's a goth and she has black hair.
Her mom began to carefully nitpick her young girl's pale skin, long hair, everything, in an attempt to make her look presentable.
The 34 year old woman took a step back from her daughter, with her hands on her shoulders and sighed, "You look beautiful darling."
"Here we go again..." Aurora muttered with a sigh, as her mother wrapped her up in a hug, which made Aurora feel short.
Thing Aurora Hates About Herself #4: She hates that she's short. Why? I don't know, I think she wants to be intimidating or something? She's 5'1 and is quite gaunt, despite the fact that she works out all of the time. She is in fact quite strong, but she still stays skinny as a twig (her words, not mine). She feels like a little shrimp. I think it's cute. But that's not a word Aurora likes to be described as.
"Mom, what have I told you?" the perturbed girl complained, "Don't say that in public... and besides, that old lady over there begs to differ. She says that my makeup isn't regulation."
The elder woman muttered, "Do not call people old, that will certainly not treat you well here!"
"Whatever..." Aurora sighed, "I was just trying to make a point."
The girl released herself from the arms of her mother, and crossed her own in front of her chest, tilting her hip to the side sassily.
"Ugh, oh my word." Aurora's mother groaned, putting two fingers to her forehead, "What did we talk about? You're a little too old to have this teenage attitude. You'll be an adult in about a year!"
Aurora didn't like to think about her 18th birthday. She didn't even like to think about her 17th, which was only in a week. She didn't like to think about being an adult, period. It only reminded her of how long she'd be living in this sinful world, all she wanted to do was move to a better place. But she knew that ending her own suffering would only give it to others, including her mother. There, great start to being a responsible adult!
"Mom, that's off topic!" Aurora said in a mocking tone, as to shove her mother's past words back at her, "Let's get back on subject."
Her mother sighed, "You certainly have your father's smart mouth. He'd be happy for you, you know?"
"I know that he wouldn't be proud of me." Aurora muttered, "If he was, he would have called."
"Aurora, we're not having this conversation for the hundredth time, and certainly not here."
Her mother's voice quivered at the subject of her father, making her shiver a little.
Thing Aurora Hates About Herself #5:
She thinks she's too blunt. With some people (like her mother for instance) she immediately regrets words that she says. With others (boys for example) she literally couldn't care less if she hurts their feelings. She's good at burning people. Too good. But for some reason, she hates it about herself.
"I'm sorry." Aurora whispered, "Should I go to the bathroom to fix my makeup?"
Her mother gave her an embarrassed smile, "Just- let's have a proper goodbye first."
Aurora hugged her mother tightly.
"I love you." her mother asserted, "I always will."
"I know." Aurora mocked, "I love you too, I guess..."
"Now go in there and knock 'em dead!" her mother cheered, playing with the young girl's nonexistent cheeks, "Please not literally, though."
"You really overestimate the level of crazy I am, Mom." Aurora said with a chuckle, "I'll see you in a year!"
"Christmas!" her mother shouted as Aurora rolled closer to the building with her suitcase.
"Easter!" Aurora shouted, signifying when she'd see her mother next.
Aurora laughed, as she walked up to the wooden booth.
"Name?" a perky voice asked, as the startled girl, looked at her.
"Aurora." she proclaimed, "I don't assume they have another one of those at this school, so I don't think I need to state my last name."
The blonde giggled, "You'd be correct. I'm Stacey. Welcome to Windybrooke Boarding School."
The voice made Aurora cringe, the songy tone of it sounding so fake and cartoon like. What made her cringe more is that she knew she had a voice that sounded the same. Nevertheless, she knew automatically that she was different than this Stacey girl.
"Thanks." Aurora said, "So where am I supposed to go now?"
"You can bring your suitcase up to the main dorm area." Stacey sprung up from the chair cheerfully, pointing at the brick building.
"Great." Aurora mumbled, "See ya, Perky."
"Ooh yay!" Stacey shouted, "We're already giving out nicknames!"
Aurora gave the girl a forced smile, then went to turn around, but ran into a person who just happened to be standing behind her inconveniently.
"Sorry." the boy declared, holding his hands in the air, shuffling back a little.
Aurora grumbled, "It's fine."
The two met eyes for an awkward 5 seconds, the world seeming to disappear around them. Well, for the boy at least.
He kept staring at her dreamily and shocked, luckily into her dark eyes.
Aurora just looked at him annoyed. She didn't like it when people got in her way. And she didn't even care for boys to begin with. Or girls to be fair. But she particularly disliked boys. So she found it quite weird that this boy was staring at her, no one ever payed any attention to her. She wasn't exactly eye catching.
Thing Aurora Actually Likes About Herself:
She scares away males. And females. But pretty much everyone is scared of her after they look at her face. She is quite beautiful, but you wouldn't know it by the way she takes care of herself. And then, if she isn't showing people her tired face, then she has a pound of black makeup on.
"I feel like I know you from somewhere." Aurora said breaking the silence, and shaking the boy out of his fantasy.
"Oh, I'm Griffin." he answered with a chuckle.
"Cool..." she responded annoyed, "Bye."
"Wait, aren't you going to tell me your name?" Griffin asked, putting a hand on her shoulder as she attempted to walk away.
"Don't. Touch. Me." Aurora threatened, causing the tall boy to remove his hand from her shoulder slowly, "As far as you're concerned, I don't have a name. Not one that you need to know anyway."
"Then what was all that knowing me about? I might already know your name." Griffin responded cockily.
"Quite cocky for a boy who's about to be decapi- kicked." Aurora retorted, "And I don't know of any Griffin. So no, you do not know me. Goodbye."
"Jeez." Griffin laughed, "See ya, delinquent."
Aurora scoffed at the name, and angrily stomped away. Although, not very successfully, because she still had that natural skip in her step.
Stacey stood there with a clipboard, fiddling with the hinge of the clip awkwardly.
"She's..."
"Scary." Stacey finished Griffin's sentence.
"Who is she?" Griffin asked, turning to look at the girl.
"Aurora Melena. Grade 12. Dorm 25 85." Stacey answered.
"Well I'll be darned." Griffin chuckled, "Must be destiny."
There was an awkward silence between the two.
"So, I have three questions for you." Stacey said, "Full name? What were you about to call her? And are you single?"
"Griffin Skylark. None of your business. And it's complicated."
"Alright, I think you heard what I said to her, so I'll hopefully see you later." Stacey continued with a giggle.
"You know what?" Griffin interjected, "I'll be single. Just in case you're interested."
"Okay." Stacey giggled, biting on her pen.
"I'll be saying bye twice today..." Griffin muttered with a laugh, "In more ways than one..."
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