Creations by Leah (tharntype novel english txt) 📕

“It’s great! I love it!”
“Good,” she smiled. “You can decorate it anyway you like, just as long as you don’t paint anything.”
“Thanks.” I said setting my bag on the bed.
“As I said before the bathroom is just down the hall and if you need any supplies there is a small store by the cafeteria that sells all your basic school and house supplies, not to mention your gym uniform that needs to be bought by Wednesday.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“Did you bring sheets for your bed?” she asked.
“I did.”
“Would you like some help putting them on?”
“I would, thank you.”
“Laundry day is every Friday. There is a small basket attached to the door of your wardrobe that can easily be detached. Just leave it outside your door and we will pick it up and bring it back all nice and clean.” She said putting the pillow in the case.
“Thank you.”
When we had finished she shook my hand and said. “Tomorrow, breakfast is served at seven, you will be getting you schedule there. After breakfast, there will be a small tour of the school. Classes don’t start till Monday. Do you have any questions?”
“Not really, no.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow.” She smiled and left the room.
After she left I decided to unpack. I put all my clothes in the wardrobe along with the diary.


The Mummy in Room Three

My alarm clock sprang into action. “Get up!” It screamed into my ear. I rolled over on my bed in an attempt to turn it off, only to slip out of bed and hit the floor with a bang.
“Oh, shut up!” I screamed furiously pounding on the thing with my fist. The clock kept buzzing warning me that it was a minute passed six-thirty. I finally pushed a small button toward the back of the infernal contraption and it shut off.
I yawned and walked over to the white wardrobe. Opening it revealed my three uniforms as well as my old clothes. I wondered if I had to wear my uniform and I figured better safe than sorry. I stripped myself of my nightgown and slipped the silly thing on. It was scratchy and didn’t quite fit right. The skirt seemed too short, the leggings to tight, and the jacket seemed a little big. I wrestled the tie into place and was quickly irritated about how it wouldn’t stay straight.
I glanced at the clock. Ten till seven. I ran over to the little wood dresser and grabbed the rusted brush to force it through my red, stringy hair. I slipped on my old sneakers and flew through the door and down the hallway. I took a wrong turn and ended up on the wrong side of the girl’s dorms, but I soon found my way down the stairs, passed the gym, pool and library and into the cafeteria.
Monsters were everywhere. They must only have family styled dinners because the new set up was much more like a cafeteria. Tables were set far apart from each other in rows. A line was backed up to the door with monsters waiting for their turn at the buffet. I inched my way toward the back of the line and waited.
No sooner had I gotten to the front of the line when a girl comes up to me. By the looks of things she was a year older than and she was mean. She cut in front of me without a second glance.
“Excuse me.” I tapped on her shoulder.
She turned an ugly frown on her face, “What?” She was skinny, tall and a light blue and green color. She looked to be Frankenstein’s daughter. Her long blue hair flowed to her back and two nails stuck out of her long, green neck. She wore a silver top that said “Silver Moon academy Cheer Squad” along with jeans. She was a cheerleader.
“Um,” I swallowed. “You just cut in front of me.”
She scowled, “So, what are you going to do about it?”
I was about to reply with a single snide comment when I decided it was better not to. Besides, it was only one person. “Nothing.” I murmur, turning away.
“Just what I thought.” She stuck her nose into the air and turned to face the line. I did not like her.

After breakfast was finished, the snobby fear-leader’s eyes baking into the back of my head, we were given the tour. We were shown the full first floor. They took us into the library, numerous class rooms, showed us the auxiliary and main gyms, and the pool. They gave us a tour of the court yard out front and informed us that we would be allowed to swim on the beach out back. They showed us a dock a few feet away from the shore line that was piled high with relax cushions and water pillows.
After the tour we were given a rundown of how the classes worked and what we would be doing. We meet every teacher we may or may not be having. I meet the math teacher, Mrs. Valeria, the girl’s P.E teacher, Mrs. Lockhart, the cooking teacher, Mrs. Conover, the science teacher Mr. Bronson, the history teacher Mr. Froster, the music teacher Mr. Reed, the art teacher Mrs. Francesca, and so on and so forth.
It was a long and exhausting day. We were given our schedules and told to take a shower and get to bed. Lights were to be turned off no later than ten o’clock. There were going to be teachers that roam the halls double checking and if your lights were not off you would get a warning and if your lights were still on you would be punished severely; that much was clear.
I curled up under the sheets, warming my frail, fabricated body. No sooner had I
dozed off did when the sun’s delicate rays were seeping through white framed window. Breakfast was always served at seven, then you were given ten minutes to grab you thing and get to class.
Math dragged on as well as every period up till lunch. We had a small class just before then that was solely dedicated to resource time. You were allowed to read, look up information on the laptops, and do any homework you had. I arrived about a minute late and all the seats were taken except one by the window next to a girl with long brown hair that was semi wrapped in old cloth. I walked over and took a seat, hooking my bag to the chair.
“Hi,” I smiled at the girl next to me. She seemed nice enough, maybe a little hostile, but not too bad. She was wearing a uniform like my own, but her arms and legs were wrapped tightly in old cloth. My first impression was that she was a mummy.
“Hi.” She shot back at me.
“What are you working on?” I was trying to be kind, to make a friend.
“Nothing really, just doodling.” My mouth hung open at the sight the small girl etched onto a sheet of notebook paper.
“Wow, you’re really good at that!”
She smiled, “I’ve had a lot of practice.”
I shyly returned her smile and held out a hand, “My name is Leah.”
“Ruu.” She said gripping my hand. She looked at my puzzled face then added, “It is a nickname.”
We instantly became friends.

Lifelessly Lonely

My stomach growled restlessly throughout fourth and fifth period. Finally the lunch bell sounded my freedom. I flew out the door and down the hallway, stopping only to meet Leah by the stairs. She smiled, her stitches bending over backward to put forth the effort.
“You’re late.” She commented.
I smiled and readjusted the bandaging over my eye. “Mrs. Valeria let us out late again. I really don’t like her, I mean she just so mean, and strict, and bossy. She drives me nuts!”
“I know what you mean.” We started down the stairs. “So,” She began. “Have you ever been here before?”
“No,” I replied. “Why?”
“I was just wondering if you knew anything I didn’t.” She glanced back at me, her wavy, red hair falling down to her shoulders.
“Oh no, I only know as much as you know.” I let out a small laugh.
“Okay.” She turned and faced the front. I could tell she wanted something.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I was wondering if you knew why they only served family-styled dinners.”
“Hmm,” I put on my ridiculous face and stroked my chin with my thumb and index finger. She threw back her head and laughed. “I don’t know. Maybe because they want a more learning environment, so they have kind-of like a buffet for breakfast and lunch.”
“Oh yeah, I could see that.” She reached out with a blue and green arm separated by black stitching and opened the cafeteria’s large double doors. Inside was chaos. Monsters were laughing, screaming, crying, and walking around. The set up was the same as breakfast, but the buffet was filled with different foods.
“Do you want to get a table first, or eat?” Leah had to shout to be heard.
“Let’s get our food.” We made our way to the back of the line, squeezing are way around the crowd.
After my plate was piled high with eyeball soup, flower bread, a meatball sandwich,