I step onto the sidewalk, my yellow umbrella drenched from the sheets of rain falling from the sky. I clutch the umbrella tighter with my right hand and grasp my suitcase with my left. I step into the grounds of the Missouri Institute. Walking up the stairs, I open the door. Warm air floods from the inside of the building making me shiver. I slowly but cautiously step inside. A woman in all black walks around the corner, her black runes visible on her skin.
“Oh, are you Mikayla; the one the Clave called about?” She asks, walking over to me.
I blink, my mind blank for a few seconds until I remember why I am here; my uncle’s death. “Oh yes, I was sent her to live at the institute because my uncle died a couple of months ago.”
She nods, "Well, my name is Sophie, and my husband, Thomas is the head of this Institute.” She pauses to take my bag. “If you would please follow me, I will take you to your room.”
I follow her around the corner to different hallways until we make it to a small door. She opens it and let's me inside. On the far wall sits a bed and next to it is a nightstand. To the far left of the bed is a book shelf and across from that is a door where a closet sits.
“I’ll let you get settled, I’ll be right outside if you need anything. My room is three rooms down. When your done, come find me and we can head to dinner. ” Sophie smiles, and rushed out of the room before closing the door behind her.
I let out air that I didn't realize I was holding until now. This is going to be hard to get used to.
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At dinner, I sit across from a boy, about my age with black hair- almost exactly like a raven’s wings- and dark green eyes. I twirl my purple hair as I eat. I stare at my reflection on my spoon, my silver eyes staring back at me.
“So, who are you?” The boy asks, finally.
I look up from my plate, “Andrew!” Sophie scolds from the head of the table.
“What! It was just a question.” Andrew says and turns back from Sophie to me. “Who are you?”
“I’m Mikayla Williams.” I reply back.
“Why is your hair purple and your eyes silver?”
I shrug, “I don’t know it just is. Do you really have to ask a lot of questions?”
He smirks, and takes a bite of his corn.
“Sorry I’m late.” A girl’s voice says breathless. “I was reading and just got caught up and-” She stops when she sees me. "Who’s this?”
“Oh! I told you guys this!” Sophie yells, standing up from her seat.
“Sorry.” The girl mumbles taking her seat next to me. “I’m Jessica by the way.”
“Mikayla.” I say and continue eating my dinner.Jessica’s blonde hair is french braided at the back of her head, her blue eyes shine brightly as she smiles. A few minutes later and Thomas walks in, his hair looks like Andrew’s except his eyes are a chocolate brown like his wife’s. Sophie’s brown hair is tied at the back of her head in a bun.
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