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"So you're really pushing me off?" I mumble to myself as I watch my mother's car move away from me.
I shake my head in resignation and shoulder my fully packed travel bag. I have no choice but to stay here.
I can't go back to my 'parents'. They hate me, which I understand all too well. Unmotivated, I turn around and examine the huge building, which must have been a few decades under its belt.
It almost looks like an old castle that is in the middle of a dense forest. My home for an indefinite period. With a sigh I set off in the direction of the boarding school, which I will attend from now on.
A gentle wind plays around the landscape and makes my hair dance. Annoyed, I try to get my hair under control and ignore the beautiful surroundings, which are only illuminated by the waxing moon and countless stars.
Is anyone still awake at all? Anyway, I wonder why she had to drop me off here in the middle of the night. In a way, it's only logical with what happened.
I would also have tried to get rid of the person responsible as quickly as possible. It wasn't even a week ago.
There is no point wasting further thoughts on it, I echo to myself and stop in front of the large gate that is supposed to lead me inside the walls. My fingers encircle the cold metal of the door handle before I quietly open the door.
Pale light strikes me, produced by a few ceiling lights. A huge entrance hall extends in front of me. I let my eyes wander carefully through the room before I spot a person standing in front of a showcase with a few pieces of paper hanging in it.
Seems like a bulletin board of sorts. Shrugging, I stroll up to the tall man with the tuft of brown hair. Before I even get to him, he turns to me with a smile on his face.
“You have to be Asna,” he smiles at me in a friendly way and bridges the last distance between us with a few steps, “I'm Tristan, the head of this facility.” Suspicious, I tilt my head slightly and one of my eyebrows wanders upwards while I take a close look at it.
Short brown hair, tanned skin, wide back, muscular torso, simple blue jeans and a simple black shirt. Very strange headmaster, if you ask me, but this isn't a normal boarding school either.
"You are probably not the most talkative, are you? Anyway, come on, I'll show you your room so you can finally go to sleep," he continues unmoved and starts moving.
Still unmotivated, I follow him up the stairs that rise up on both sides of the hall. For a while we walk through the seemingly endless corridors before we stop at a door."You will live here from now on and I hope that you get along with your roommates," with these words he turns on his heel and leaves me alone. Roommate? Why didn't anyone tell me that?
Grumbling quietly, I try to suppress my rising anger and knock on the wood of the door before I push it open. In front of me is a small hallway that measures less than two meters and behind it is a large, quite cozy living room.
The furnishings are modern and reflect a youthful style. Five young people are sitting on a comfortable sofa and matching armchairs, looking at me curiously and even bored. We just stare at each other for a few moments before the smallest of the group jumps up and prances towards me.
Her red hair bobbed up and down with every step and let me compare it to a blazing fire. "So you are our new roommate. Nice to meet you. I'm Luana, but you can call me Luv. I hope that you will feel comfortable with us. I am just a little surprised that you are a boy "Actually, we were told that we could say hello to a girl," she chatters straight away and it seems as if she can't even breathe in between sentences.
With furrowed eyebrows, I scowl at the bundle of energy because she claimed what everyone says: I was a boy.
Nice, my clothes do not exactly suggest that I am female, but you should actually be able to tell from my quite feminine face, despite my bulky combat boots, the wide tops and pants and my undercut that hangs in my face from time to time.
"Luv, today is probably not your smartest day again, is it? If you took a closer look, you could see that it is actually someone who is standing in front of you. Her name actually says that too, because who would already name his son Asna? " one of the boys intervenes, shaking his head almost uncomprehendingly, but a warm smile lies on his lips.
He has blonde hair and looks like a real sunny boy with his freckles and toothpaste smile. "Oh, you're right Scott, I almost forgot. I hope you don't hold it against me Asna," she continues babbling and smiling at me apologetically.
"I don't care at all, I just want to know where I'm going to sleep from today," I grumble, not exactly friendly, and adjust the travel bag that is still lingering on my shoulder. "Of course, I could have figured it out myself," she murmurs rather to herself and steps aside to let me into the room.
Yes, you would, I growl to her in my head and now fully enter the living room. Only now can I see the small kitchen, which is to my left and is only separated from the hallway by a short wall. An eat-in kitchen, then, I find out inwardly, uselessly.
"Logan, can you show her where she will sleep, after all, you will share a room from today," the redhead whistles in a good mood, while she quietly closes the door.At her words, a guy at least 1.90 tall, with ice-blue eyes and medium-length, black hair, which he seems to have brushed casually backwards, stands up.
Even I feel small next to him at 1.78, which must be due to his broad shoulders and muscular chest. Shortly afterwards he leaves the living room through a door to my right and indicates that I should follow him.
Without wasting another look at the others, I follow Logan into another hallway, in which there are only three doors. He steers purposefully towards the latter and enters the adjoining room, closely followed by me.
This room is also quite modern, even if it is not really big. Directly across from the door there is a bed in an alcove that is just big enough. The second bed, which is on my right, is also let into such a niche. On the left is a long desk that takes up the entire wall and two matching desk chairs.
There are two wardrobes on the walls to the right and left of the door. Not really big, but adequate considering this is a boarding school building.
There are fresh sheets on the bed opposite the door, which leads me to believe that this will be mine. Without paying any more attention to my roommate, who has sat down on his bed, I walk to my sleeping facility and carelessly drop my bag on the floor in front of it.
Suppressing a yawn, I take off my wide, gray-black sweater and my baggy jeans. Only wearing a T-shirt and boxer shorts, in my opinion the most comfortable underwear there is, I lie down in my naughty bed after I put the fresh covers on my bag.
Almost immediately, tiredness overwhelmed me and I drifted off into a restless sleep plagued by nightmares.