Witch Within

It was raining hard. The seats were covered in raindrops and I didn't dare sit down. Teeth chattering I stared absent-mindedly for the flash of red in the distance. The train was late.

My name is Annie. I'm a college freshman. And I'm on my way to Noir.

There were puddles on the bitumen. I stared at the millions of reflections of me in the water: my eyes were luminous, my lips pulled in a slight frown, my black hair frizzed with raindrops. My mother's cries echoed in the depths of my memories. I could barely remember my father's angry words. My brother tried talking sense into me but I was going through with this no matter what it took. I had no money, no future plan, just this strange burning desire.

The red train skidded to a halt. And I had a good feeling about going to Noir.

Noir

It was named prestigious for a reason. I never suspected. The moment I boarded off the train, I knew I should of thought about it more carefully.

It was like all sense and logic came flooding back. A sense of panic overcame me as I tried remembering what Noir was. I mean I knew it was an arts college but it had something specifically to do with…?

Crap. I stared at my track pants and hoodies, having a mad urge to change out of them. Except I didn't bring anything else save a slinky red party dress.

The school grounds were beyond beautiful. The grass blades were sharp and shiny. The stone carved lion at the gates glinted gold. Wiping my red sniffling nose, I pulled at my luggage down the pristine pathway, trying to ignore the towering buildings.

I'm going to stick through with this.

"Hi, I'm Annie Pollock," I handed the receptionist my letter of acceptance. She looked like a gargoyle. Her face didn't even move a sliver.

"Welcome Miss Annie," she gave me the letter back mechanically. "Here are instruction for your dorm and classes."

Dorm 2A: Girls. One room. Classes: introductory classes 10pm-11pm daily

"Um," I handed her the map and instructions back, "Are you sure these aren't typos?"

Her violet eyes flashed at me. For once her face was suddenly alive and I shuddered. It was like I had stepped in ice. "Miss Annie you are the only girl this year to be accepted."

It should have struck me as odd then. But I didn't dare flinch. "Sure, okay," I stammered.

It was only when I walking out the office that I saw the plaque:

Noir; college of mythology studies established BC ?

A/N: I saw this written in my diary 2 years ago. :P Time to give this story a shot. Please review!