Aurora never arrived on time. She had run at full speed from the dormitories to the school building. Her heels clacking against the pavement in sharp, rhythmic pattern and making her ankles swell with each staggering step. Her breaths ragged and harsh as the world moved around her. The morning was still lagging in every movement of her body. Every step was more of a struggle than the last. Dark circles loomed under her eyes with the attempts of concealing it smeared around her eyes. It looked as if she hadn’t slept in days, which was partly true. She had spent hours on a plane flying from England over to America. She was rushed onto a plane and than arriving at this school after being given a day to pack her things. When she arrived she was given a place she was told to stay, taken to a picnic, and now she was late.
Aurora was in a mad rush. Makeup smeared on as best as she could manage in the morning. Her lipstick slightly dipping across the side of her lip and her mascara look as if it had been frantically applied, one side slight slanted from the other. She had thrown on the first thing in her bag, which happened to be a short cyan blue dress that hung loosely around her figure. It drew attention her bust and narrowed her hips to give off the image that she was more curved, but the dress was not fully zipped up at the back and part of her hair was caught in the zipper as it fell down in long locks of golden blonde. Her bracelets jingled in time with the click of her heels, three of them shimmering in a sparkling gold and silver. A necklace hung loosely around her neck with a miniature hourglass hanging from the end of a silver chain. Flakes of gems sparkled in the dust of the sand, to show her wealth. She had never cared too much for the sparkles anyways.
Blonde hair curved around Aurora’s ivory colored skin. It fell down in the slight waves and was long down her shoulders and back. It was one of the few things that seemed fine in her appearance. It was finely brushed out, thick locks of golden blonde making her face seem more even and her cheek bones higher. She looked as focused as she could be with the everlasting tiredness lingering in her golden-hazel like eye. Her expression wasn’t happy or light; she seemed to be un-thrilled and focused in everything she did. A look that said, ‘you shouldn’t stop me.’
When she saw the school her heart leapt into her throat. Aurora’s main home was probably around the size of the school, but seeing the image of dozens of kids walking through the halls frightened her. She wasn’t too interested in any of them, but it was only more people that she had to convince she loved, when she didn’t really care. She had done public speaking and other events with her parents, but this was for a year that she would have to keep smiling. ‘Keep clam,” she reminded herself as she approached the school doors. She had only had private tutoring lessons for most of her life, this was an entirely new concept for her. It was unlike any movie she had watched curled up in her bed room late at night or a business lecture from her mother. Another world was in front of her.
Seeing all the kids at there wasn’t as frightening after a moment. Aurora’s nerves clamed instantly and she straightened up. Even thought she looked unorganized she had a smile on her face and a movement in her body that looked as if she could never be bothered by anything. ‘You’re lost, but guessing never hurt anybody.’ She found a small group of people doing there normal chit chat and morning routines, that seemed to be around her age. She followed them casually, trying her best not to draw too much attention to herself, but she seemed to be a magnet for it. She wandered through the halls, lost and confused, but trying to keep her normal air of confidence.
She ended up walking around for a few minutes until she reached a classroom that seemed like the right place. She was hoping that perhaps she had more luck than she had been having the past few days. “Mr. Peirce?” She muttered as she stood in front of the door, for once in pure confusion. She had peered into the classroom and stared at a name written on the desk. She looked as if she was a lost pup that had wandered away from its mother and had no idea where she was. That was almost exactly what she was. She could tell more than ever that this was going to be a year unlike any year before. She was still trying to figure out weather her should be running in fear or smiling with anticipation.