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I thought that her smiling at me would spark something more and she would want to talk to me or something, like a guidance counseller, but no. She just walked up to me and said

"Thanks for showing me where the princepal's office was." She smiled genuinely. I was dumbfounded, people never just said thanks to me, they always had something else they wanted to rant to me about, and would just start it off with a compliment.

"Yeah..er..sure. No Problem." I welcomed anticipating for the questions or rants a little while her aura seemed to say she had nothing else. It looked for a minute like she was going to say a lot of things not annoying but held back and said bye, then walked out.

It had to be the weirdest thing in my life. But the next day, it all was cleared up. I was walking to the auditorium as usual when I saw a person a couple inches bigger, showing over my classmates heads, and talking with them ouside. As I walked closer by, I saw she was a platium blonde and chewing gum. She had honey brown eyes and tan skin, twirling her hair flirtatiously and when I walked by, she stared me down with a disgusted look on her face like I was a pile of throw up in the middle of the street.

She and the little crowd of admirers walked up to the door and she demanded,

"Can't you, like, drop the book and open the door for one god damn minute?!" She cussed at me. It pissed me off and I stared at her offended for her thinking so little of me and actually cussing at me when I hadn't even done anything wrong. I glared at her as mean as I could and she stared back ten times worse. Mr. Remillard walked down the stairs coming closer to the hall and said,

"Amy can you help me carry these books please?" In a nice way, by the way, it wasnt an annoyed tonw the blonde girl said. I gave up and sighed, saying,

"Sure." and pushed the door open for the mean girl. They all flooded in and she knocked me to the side. I brushed it off and went to help Mr. Remillard carry some. He gave me five books and told them to bring them upstairs to his classroom while he puts the other five in the office. I mentally shuddered, thinking that I would have to walk past the hall and deal with that girl. I started anyway and was almost down the end of the hall, already past the preps, when I slipped and fell backwards.

I hit my head, HARD. Not to mention, five 20-pound books blundging me in random places, mostly the head. In all the pain, all the preps could do was laugh their fake heads off and I could only try and contain tears as I scrambled for the books and ran up to Mr. Remillards room, putting them on a desk in the front. Then I ran to the auditorium and cried. Lucky for me, ever since I was little, I had learned to cry without making a sound so I knew no one would hear me. Then the auditorium doors opened and the blonde girl came in. I looked at her and just waited.

She sat down next to me and said,

"Hi."

"Hi. Can I help you with anything?" I said in a sincere tone, trying to contain my hatred and embarrassment for this woman.

"Do you know me?" She tilted her head with a smile and waited as I scanned her face up and down. She had similar features to someone, but I couldn't remember who.

"I was here yesterday," She hinted, trying to contain her laughter when I realized it immediatly.

"Oh! You're the girl from yesterday that everyone kept locked out."

"Yes!" She said, smiling gigantically.

"Oh! So what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Well, and I'm sorry this is going to take awhile," she apologized, "but I'm a scouter i guess you could call it, for a boarding school over in Nevada. I was here yesterday trying to observe students here and decide who to bring to my school, if they wanted to of course."

"Ok. Go on please?" I said, still lost,

"When no one of the kids let me even go in the school through the door, I was thinking that none of them should go to my schoo, seeing as they wouldn't be welcomed there and nevertheless, deserve it. I was just about to turn and go when I saw you come and let me in, being tremendously hospitable. So I kept my eye on you for my school. I decided to test you today to see if you were a warm welcoming person to every kind of person, judging no one, or if it was just because I wore black. Obviously you're a genuine person." She said

"Ok. Thanks. That's nice of you to say, but my parents won't let me go to a boarding school."

"I've already talked that out with them and they've agreed." She smiled

"No way! We don't even have enough money for a DAY private school! Let alone over night across the country!" I said shocked,

"Oh believe me, we have more than enough money and funding from other certain people you might know, to let us hand out fully paid for scholar ships."

"Really? Like who?" I was interested. No, i was completly drowned in want of this place.

"Well, there's Amy Lee from Evanescence, she went to our school."

"No way. Wait....what kind of school is your school?" I asked suspiciously,

"Well, I don't like to stereotype, but I suppose you could call it a... Gothic Boarding school."

"THEY MAKE THOSE???!!" I said in disbelief,

"If you have enough money, then yes."

I sighed, "But i'm not much of a goth, just..punk i guess i am."

"Well that's the nice thing about our school, It's not just goths. It's punks, emos, grunges, and goths. Bi's, lesbians, gays, straights. All the people that were outcasts hopefully get found by us and come to our school, being able to make an enviroment and fit in. Not with the idiots like in the hall. These people are real, not superficial or posers."

"Wow." was all I could say.

Next thing I knew, I was on a plane to Nevade with the woman who's name I found out to be Angie. We were sitting and I was bouncing with excitement,

"Would you like to see some pictures?" She suggested,

"You know I do!" I said smiling hugely and ready to blow.

"Here are some of the dormitories," She found some from her bag and gave them to me,

"umm..." she mumbled, looking in the bag thoughtfully, "here is one of the libraries,"

"umm...the bathroom for each bedroom," she handed over more pictures and I gave back the ones she had previously given to me

"the kitchen..." she continued, giving me more photographs

"haha, random hallways," she laughed,

After finished and giving her the pictures, we got off the plane and hopped into a taxi, she said,

"So, what do you think?" She sighed contently.

"Its..beautiful! Its speechless!"

"I'm glad you like it! Ok, we're here!" She said happily. I got out of the taxi and looked up.

"Wow." Speechless again.

"here we are! Home at last!" She said happily and sighed,

"you got that right." I agreed to her last part of the sentence.