I laid down on my bed, my eyes were strained on the ceiling of the room. Dylan's face floating in my head. Sloanne's laugh ringing in my ear. Matthew's thoughts keeping me sane. They think that I'm dead and I can't do anything about it anymore. Who will take care of my house? I know I haven't told you this yet but I live alone. My family just sends me money from time to time, it was enough to feed me and buy necessities. Hours and hours went by, the rain was roaring outside. I was about to drift to sleep when a strange light shined inside my closet. I sighed and walked wearily towards it. The light died and when I opened it, piles of clothes, dress robes and a few uniforms were already neatly hung inside. Shoes were aligned at the bottom drawers, bags were neatly placed on a vanity mirror. "No one knows how," someone from behind me echoed. I whirled around and Tammy's bored face welcomed me. "Oh, hello," I mumbled and stalked towards my bed. "It's a magic closet I suppose, everything we need appears there," she chided and plopped down on her bed; scattering her things in the process. "Hey, what's you're name?" she called out, piercing me with her eyes. "Avory," I gulped. It's so weird pronouncing your own name. "No way," she eyed me down, and breathed out. "What?" She grinned, "No way." "What?" I frowned. "Avory Dawson! The kid who got thrown out of the bus," she chuckled, "I knew you saw it." "When you scratched Ally's face, priceless!" she laughed and I sunk back on the fortress that was my bed. "Stop it," I warned, my hand gripping the silky sheets. "Stop it? You were amazing! Brilliant!" she stood up, grinning. I wasn't proud of that, I didn't need her to illustrate what I've done. "Stop? Did you know I saved you from murdering Ally? That sorry-excuse of a teacher just gawked at you." "That stupid hag. She even backed away from us while I pulled you away from Ally. You don't remember me, yeah?" Staring blankly at her, I nodded. I felt lost and stupid for not remembering her. "I reckon you didn't. I was a transfer, you know? I was with you until 5th grade. Then I was adopted by this institution, I guess." "H-how?" I stuttered, my voice scratchy.
"I remember something hitting me and then voila, I was nursed back to health," she shrugged. "How about your family?" I sniffed, fidgeting on my bed. "I don't have one, well I did but I grew up in a foster home in Singapore and when I was eight, someone flew me to London─" The door opened and a red-head girl came in. She hesitantly closed the heavy doors and came bounding to her bed with her head down. She was wearing the uniform too. White fitted long sleeved blouse with ruffles on the chest, gray tight vest on top and a red school-boy jacket, the crest of the institution patched up on the right side of the jacket. The skirt was plaid consisting of black, grey and white lines. It was flowy, ending up mid-thigh. "Hey Jen," Tammy drawled out. "Who's this?" she whispered, quite loudly in fact. Her accent, thick and clear. "Avory Dawson," I quipped. Staring at her deep green eyes. "Oh," she nodded slowly, "I'm Jennifer Tyler." "Nice to meet you," I smiled. Tammy traded her uniform with black jeans and a black cami, her hair clipped away from her hair. "Likewise. Call me Jen," she replied, eyeing me down. "I'm going to the loo," I excused myself and timidly walked inside the bathroom. What I saw in the mirror made my stomach drop. Staring back at me was a reflection of me with hollow cheeks, my once blue eyes now a fading shade of the sea. My hair was dry, stringy and unkept; it was chalky and as white as my skin. I was skin and bones. I backed away from the full-length mirror and drank my appearance. Horrifying, I was horrifying. I look frail and sickly but on the inside, nothing was wrong. Just a big black hole in my heart. "It's normal," Jennifer walked in, wearing jeans and a tee. "What?" I was shaking, and all I wanted was a hug from Dylan. "I was as thin as an anorexic american girl when I first came here, so did Tammy and everyone else," she assured me, passing me as her minty cologne hit me. "How did you end up here?" She stopped brushing her hair and whirled her head to the ceilings. The orange light made her eyes even more striking. "I rather not talk about it," she apologized, her posture stiffening. I watched her apply mininal make-up on and tie her red hair in a tight bun. "Where are you going?" I mumbled. "Dinner. Your meal will be delivered here, I suppose. You're not officially part of the council." Oh. So I'll be here alone, again. "Don't worry, you're not alone. I heard that there are 15 more new recruits," she meekly replied and left me alone in the bathroom.
Yeah, the chracters you all submitted will be recruits, some will be a year-rounder meaning that they're already in the institution and part of the council. im half-way done with the next update so yeah, sorry for the hold-up