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((Sorry I haven't posted sooner!!! I was busy. I'm sorry!!!))
Monikya felt like something would happen, but nothing did. She sat down, disappointed in....she didn't know what. Eve finally finished her story, and asked Tristian where they wanted to go next.
((You changed your screen name! So do I call u freedom or courage??))
Monikya followed Tristian to the gym. It was huge! There was an indoor football and baseball feild, two basketball hoops, and a track around the perimeter. "Whoa....." Monikya said. She looked at Tristian. This must be heaven for him. She thought. "Try, this is perfect for you!" She reached out and touched his arm. She smiled at him.
Monikya was happy to see her brother, grinning from ear to ear about this newfound place for him to escape to. There was a bell, it sounded like a chime in a church. "That means it's time for dinner." Eve explained. She led them to the dining hall, a giant room with long tables and benches.
Monikya looked at Tristian, he seemed a little nervous. What's wrong? She thought. The people are a little weird, don't you think? Miss Pergerinn stood up at the podium at the front of the room and tapped her glass. "Listen up!"
Monikya looked at Tristian, feeling bad that he wasn't happy. She looked at Miss Pergerinn, who was giving the students a lecture about school rules and telling them Try and her had arrived. She listened as Miss Pergerinn yelled at the students over some grafitti on the side of the building. A bunch of old women and men brought out plates of food and placed them on the table. Eve looked at the food, licking her lips. Monikya only looked at Tristian, not able to eat anything while she was in this strange place.
Monikya felt like she couldn't stay here. Not with all these people, eating and acting like nothing was wrong. She stood up, not caring what people tried to stop her, and dashed out of the Dining Hall. She ran until she got to the garden. She knelt down next to the pond, letting hot tears flow from her face. I hate it here! Monikya screamed in her head. She didn't care who saw her, she probably looked horrible, her hair blown back, her eys red and puffy, her cheeks dripping with tears. Her tears turned to shudders, and she held her hand out over the water once more. She closed her puffy eyes, and willed something to happen. She could feel energy flowing out of her palm, but she didn't look. She moved her hand, her eyes still closed, feeling energy pour out of her veins.
Monikya heard Tristian run up, but she didn't stop. She opened her eyes to see a stream of water floating over the pond, swaying back and forth to the movement of her palm. She almost dropped it, overcome with excitement. She twisted the water, bending it over itself and collecting it into a ball. She smiled, her eyes still stinging with tears, and released the ball back into the pond with a small splash. She sat back, a faint smile on her lips, her eyes seeming conflicted. She was happy, but sad that she was here and upset that she couldn't go home. She ran to Try standing a few feet away, and clung to his chest. She burst into tears again, soaking his shirt. She didn't let go, she didn't want to look into his eyes.
Monikya whiped her eyes on the back of her hand, and looked up at Tristian. "You're a great brother." She looked up at his violet eyes, seeing confusion and compassion. His caring almost made her want to cry again. She let go of his chest and sat down, gesturing for him to sit with her. "It's just, I don't like it here. I don't know, it feels like something bad is going to happen. You know?" She looked up at him.
Monikya looked at the pond, listening to her brother give her advice. "Did you see what I did with the pond?" She tried to change the subject off of something so depressing. She didn't want to think about this school anymore. "Was it cool?"
"I don't know." Monikya looked at Tristian. "How'd you light yourself on fire?" She recalled the time Tristian had gotten so angry, all the candles went out and his hands caught on fire! He wasn't hurt, but he had seemed....out of it for the next few days. "It felt like that."
"It was like that. Except I wasn't mad. It was uncontrollable and weird." Monikya looked up at her older brother. They were weird kids. Other kids at home had always made fun of them for their purple eyes. No one believed that they were real. "Weird stuff always seems to happen to us, doesn't it? It's strange, everything unusual happens to us. Why us?" Monikya didn't ask the question to her brother, but more to life itself. She looked up at the moon, rising in the dark navy sky.
"I don't really know, kiddo." Tristian said, "But I do know if we don't head in now, we'll be locked out." he said. He got up, buttoned the top button of his coat and grabbed his sister's hand. "Let's go." he said, smiling. And he led his sister into the building and up the stairs to the landing. "Goo dnight sis." he siad, kissing her cheek. He turned and jogged up the stairs to the boys' hallway.
Monikya followed Try inside and he kissed her on the cheek goodnight. She smiled, then turned and walked up to her room. When she got there, Eve was already in bed. She also noticed that many of the 'ghost children' (that was her new name for them) were in bed as well. Monikya tip-toed over to Eve and rubbed her back to say goodnight. She took off her uniform, folded it up nicely, and put on her red and black flannel PJ pants and a gray tank top. She then climbed up the side of the bed - the beams were a ladder - and curled up under her covers. She pulled her iPod out from under her pillow case - hidden so no one would find it - and turned it to one of her favorite novels. She rested her head against the pillow, listening to the smooth voice of the narrator send her to far away places with her voice.
Tristian opened his room door adn quickly changed to a set of dark green pants with wolves on them and a white t-shirt. He slung up onto his bed, the other children were already in bed. Tristian studied them, one boy, the one directly across from him was probably 14 at the most, he was African American. The other boy, who was on the bunk below the african american looked Irish with bright red vay hair and pale skin with freckles, that boy looked too be in his late teens, older than Tristian even. He looked down at the bunk below him and raised an eye brow, the kid in the bunk below him was maybe 4 at the most, he was Mexican or something like that. Tristian shook his head, this school was no place for a child that age. Tristian lay back in his bed and closed his eyes, drifting off to the world of nightamres and dreams.
((Wanna skip to morning?))
((Sure why not.))
Monikya woke to the sound of a bell. Her eyes burst open, bright light flooding into her vision. She sheilded her face from the lamps in the room. Miss Pergerinn's voice blared over the loudspeakers.
"Morning students! Get up, classes start again today."
Monikya groaned. She hated school. She jumped down off her bed - like 2 feet - and hit the floor with a thud. She stretched, her hair everywhere! She changed into her uniform, and went to the bathroom. Her hair stuck out in every direction, so she patted it down with some water. She fixed it so the curls looked nice, not messy, and put on a little bit of eyeliner. She nodded in satisfaction, and came out to see Eve in her little skirt and blouse.
"Good morning Monikya."
"Mornin' Eve. You ready for breakfast?"
The little nine-year-old nodded enthusiactically.
Tristian woke up to a bell, and Mr. Peregrinn yelling at the little boy below him, The little boy had had an accident last night Tristian judged by the smell. When Mr. Peregrinn left the little boy was sobbing. Tristian jumped down and changed quickly, the others were out of the room. The little boy, March was trying to button his shirt up, Tristian knelt down and helped him. March didn't say a word but gave Tristian a quick smile, pulle dhis suit coat on, grabbed his hat and ran off. Trist pulle dhis coat on and shoving hsi hat into his belt followed March out of the room and toward sthe landing. March was a clumsy fellow, he was bumping into things, but he never apologized, in fact Marchw as oddly quiet for a 4 year old boy.
((sorry. I was busy :P ))
Monikya followed Eve down to the Dining Hall, waiting for Tristian to come and join them. Eve dug into a plate of waffles, clearly hungry even though she ate a lot last night. Monikya just swirled the waffles drenched in syrup around her plate. She wasn't hungry.
((That's OK. :D))
Tristian made his way down to the Mess Hall and sat down next to Monikya, "Good morning sis. Eve" he said nodding to both repsectively. He looke dat his waffles, he hand't ahd much dinner last night, just one bite, he didn't like this place, but he may as well eat. He dug in. I'm liking this place less and less, Mr. Penegrinn yelled at a little guy who was maybe 4 because the little guy wet the bed last night. The poor kid was sobbing when Mr. Penegrinn left. he told his sister, he did it with their 'conection' because he didn't want anyoen else to hear him, especially not Mr. Penegrinn.
Really? Awww poor guy.....what was his name? Is he in your domitory?
Monikya kept playing with her food, acting like nothing was wrong. Really, she desperatly wanted to go back to the garden. She wanted to feel powerful, in control. Instead of this shy, weak, helpless girl. She looked out the window, noticing it was raining.
His name is March, at least that's what Mr. Penegrinn was calling him. The little kid was crying, but didn't say anything, he's oddly speechless, I think he might be mute. Tristian explained, he nodded towards the little Mexican boy who was sitting diagonly to their right, That's him. he siad. March was devouring his food quickly.