Perfectly Scarred Chapter One

Lacie’s POV

Starting at a new school was always hard. I would know, seeing how I’ve done it five times. Each time worse than the last. But this one is different, according to my mom.

The fact that I had gotten in was a miracle. Especially with my…reputation. I had gotten in on scholarship. I had ballet to thank for that. Mistwood Academy was said to have the best ballet program in the country. It was every ballet teen’s dream to come here, yet here I was, wishing I was anywhere but. I had been staring at the closed doors of the entrance for five whole minutes, trying to work up the to open them.

Surprise, Surprise. I hadn’t.

I was supposed to meet Mr. Cambell in his office a few minutes ago. That obviously didn’t happen. I could always lie, tell him I had gotten lost, but it just so happens I’m a terrible liar. It was only when a crack of thunder rolled did I step over the threshold.

And it was chaos.

Students were chatting by their lockers, speaking over one another to be heard. Definitely not what I was expecting. I quickly stepped to the side to avoid being crushed by a group of boys who towered over me by feet. I wouldn’t say I was a tall person, but I wasn’t that short.

I made my way down one of the halls, aimlessly hoping I was still heading in the right direction. This school just so happened to have forgotten to give me a map. I could be on the other side of the building for all I know. Mistwood was more like a maze than a school.

After what felt like eternity, I finally came to a sign that read “Principal’s Office”. I was about to push the door open, already preparing my apology, when a very moody Mr. Cambell came out first, grumbling something about stupid children. That’s when he saw me.

He lowered the glasses on his face, the way my grandma used to do, as he examined me from head to toe and back up.

“Miss Grey?” He said my name as if it would cause the next deadly plague.

“That would be me.” I stood awkwardly as he sighed, his already wrinkled face crinkling in displeasure. He spun on his heel, unlocking his office once again, leading me inside. I sat down on a chair in front of his desk as he took the one in front of me.

“You’re late,” he says distastefully, folding his hands over his desk as if this conversation was going to determine if the country survived or not. “We do not tolerate tardiness in this school, Miss Grey.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.” I wasn’t. “It won’t happen again.” Mr. Cambell stared at me, seeming to decide what to do with me. Though there wasn’t much. Even though he was the principal, he didn’t hold much power.

“It better not. If it does, we will have to resort to…drastic measures.” The tone of his voice sent shivers down my spine. “But tardiness aside, we have a slight problem.” He took out a document from his desk drawer, sliding across the table to me. “It sees, since you arrived quite late in the year, we no longer have any girls’ dormitory rooms left. I’m afraid you’ll have to stay in the boys’ dorms for a little while until we can come up with a suitable accommodation for you.”

This was certainly…unexpected. I stared at the peace of paper that had been slid over a short while ago. It had my schedule as well as my room number.

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“Is there no other option?” The last thing I wanted to do was spend the year, let alone the rest of the semester with some stinky, messy boy.

“I’m afraid not, Miss Grey.” Mr. Cambell didn’t seem that apologetic. If anything he looked bored. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to finish my work. I’m a very busy man.” I plastered an all too big smile on my face, my patience for this man running low. I got up from my seat, grabbing the handle of the door tightly before it found its way around his neck.

Next problem: I had no idea where the dorms were. I wandered the halls as I had done when I was looking for Mr. Cambell’s office. It seemed luck was on my side. The dorms weren’t very far from the principals. The boys’ dorm building was quite spacious, though it didn’t take me long to find my dorm.

Well here goes nothing…

“Doing something while afraid isn’t a sign of weakness, but acting fearless in the face of danger is considered stupid.”

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