Joined: 25 Feb 2010
The days leading up to my departure sped by, to my inner delight. This secret balloon of
happiness being inflated within my heart could be punctured by nothing; not the fact that
Sadie or her lame daughters wouldn't give me a moment alone because they were going to
'miss me', not the sneers or comments made by my classmates about the school I was
joining, not even the fact that my dad actually called me from work, pretending to be all
buddy-buddy with me when we rarely saw one another.
When the day finally came for me to start over anew with the world, I woke up feeling
uncharacteristically perky, combing out my hair and yanking it into a ponytail excitedly.
Moving as quickly as I could, I made a mad dash down the stairs, where Sadie waited with
my suitcase. Unfortunately, she would be giving me a lift to the train station, and Jenny
and Diana would be along for the ride. Still, my balloon floated inside, and I climbed
into the car, smiling. The smile, of course, was wiped off of my face when Diana popped
her Justin Bieber album into the radio. Not without a great inner struggle did I suppress
a groan as my two older stepsisters proceeded to squeal about how 'hot' Bieber was while
his irritating high-pitched voice attacked my ears.
Trying to ignore the awful noise, my eyes were drawn to the window which my head leaned
upon. Peeling the side of my face from the cold, smooth glass, I turned to look at my
reflection. Grimacing at first sight of myself was a reflex for me, but today was
different. Instead, I observed the small aspects of myself which had changed over the past
few months. The army of freckles on my nose which I predicted would try to invade my face
had recruited a few more since September, I realized. I had gotten quite paler. My hair
was still as straight and dark brown as ever, although it had grown a little.
My thoughts were soon interrupted when I felt the car rolling to a stop.
I can't tell you what happened between the time the car stopped and I got on the train. To
me, it is no more than a blurry, almost-forgotten dream, if I try to strain my memory. The
most surreal thing? One moment I was looking at my reflection, the next, I sat on the
train, my baggage beside me.
I spent the first hour of the long journey asleep, and the next snacking on a peanut
butter sandwich I had packed. The rest of the time was spent leaning back, crooning softly
to myself while shuffling cards. Strangely, my actions did not earn me any odd stares. If
anyone thought a thirteen year old girl dressed in high-collared black lace from head to
toe, with a large hat and funeral-like black veil covering her face shuffling cards and
humming Phantom of the Opera under her breath was odd, they certainly didn't betray their
After a few more naps, snacks, and games of solitaire, the train, too, rolled to a stop,
the skies now a dark gray. I stepped out, reading the directions on the papers I had
printed out from the internet. The school wasn't very far, and it was actually quite
pleasant to have the snow falling softly on me as I walked.
When I finally arrived, my breath was taken away. Leroux Academy stood before me - an
enormous complex of Baroque-style castle-like buildings. Black marble and stone majesty
loomed thousands of stories above my head, calling to me. I do believe I stood for at
least a good fifteen minutes, admiring it. After a while, I tore my gaze from it, and
stepped up to the engraved, gorgeous doors. Entering, I held my breath, wondering what I
would find inside.