• ---To Be edited! Stay Tuned for ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strain) ch-ch-ch... *fades out* It is going to be a hard and brutal process (I hate changing too much, and I always get carried away, trust me, this story was about a boy living in the slums originally sweatdrop ) BUT GIVE ME COMMENTS IF YOU POST - I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK THE STORY SHOULD BE LIKE AND WHAT I NEED TO CH-CH-CH-CHANGE!---

    I didn’t remember a moment of my entrance to the building I was now in. My eyes fluttered open as streams of light floated through the nearest window. My bed was comfortable, and large. I shifted to my back and opened my sleep-filled eyes. I heard quick steps around the room. I lifted myself up quickly to identify to whom the foot steps derived from. A petite, black haired girl looked at me oddly at my sudden movement.

    “Who are you?” I was confused. Where exactly was I? Was I going crazy? My parents just died, it seems like I don’t even care. That though plunged my heart into darkness, my throat went tight and a shiver ran through my body, summoning goose bumps to my skin.

    “I’m Mona, um, you just missed Atali, she is our other room mate. She says she knows you,” she paused, looking slightly dumbfounded, “How does she know you? I thought you were supposed to be an orphan, which totally sucks.” She paused again, looking blank, shrugged and went into another room.

    She is a real genius, I thought, and does she think orphans don’t know anybody? Oh dear, this is going to be fun rooming with her. And then there is Atali, Little Miss Rudeness. I figured I wouldn’t have to live with her and her abnormalities anymore.

    I sighed as I slide out of a very comfortable bed as Mona walked out of the room again, this time four inches taller. I looked at her feet, they were dressed in black, strappy stilettos. How practical.

    “You better get ready,” she looked me over and rolled her eyes, obviously my attire of the torn clothes that I wore yesterday weren’t to her liking, “breakfast ends in five minutes,” She exited out the huge wooden door.

    I looked around the room, totally clueless as to where to go. I went into the room Mona was walking in and out of. It was a giant closet. Nice. I walked through the short hallway of organized clothes and into a large bathroom. I didn’t have time for a shower, so I dug around in the drawers around the sink, looking for a hair brush. No luck. I stared at my reflection in the giant mirror placed above the sink. My hair was quite tame. I ran my fingers through the knots and tangles and walked back into the closet. I noticed the colour scheme in the rooms were red, gold and purple. Almost everything was those colours; the pillows, the curtains, the walls, the art was amongst the many things red, gold and purple. I cocked an eyebrow, then went to digging through the closet for any articles of clothing that might be owned my me.

    I found a section with things belonging to me. I slid into a pair of dark jeans, a white t-shirt and my adorable red polka-dot flats. It was nice not to have all of my belongings disappear after yesterdays events. I found my make-up bag, which contained a brush, luckily, so I brushed my hair, along with my teeth and applied deodorant to cover the fair amount of body odour revolving around me.

    I walked out of the door, bringing along with me a large bag with a couple pens and body mist in case the deodourant stopped doing its job. I paused as I stepped outside the door and I closed shut behind me. There was a stone wall in front of me and a hallway going left and right. I pursed my lips, turned around and attempted to turn the door knob, it stopped through a quarter turn, I didn’t have a key, wonderful, just wonderful. I shrugged and headed to the right. The fairly dark hallway was completely empty. I heard no noises anywhere as I passed wooden door, after wooden door, after wooden door. It turned out I reached a dead end. I sighed and turned around. I started trying to open each door, all were locked up to a giant golden tapestry with a rearing purple horse and red bordering.
    I kept walking past it, trying to open all of the doors until I reached a dead, stone walled, end, again. I walked back down the hall quickly, looking for another door, I reached the tapestry again. There had to be some way out of here. Out of instinct I lifted up a corner of the tapestry and light streamed out from behind it, releasing itself into the dark corridor. I lifted it up more and saw a huge room with bookshelves lining the walls. I stepped through the hole it left and then I heard the murmur of voices. There were many people around, talking to each other. I noticed Atali sitting on a couch, the center of attention to a group of girls and boys. She saw my entrance and waved me over. I begrudgingly went over.

    “Hey Luna!” she said in her perky voice, “Did you have a good sleep? I’m glad you found the door, I was starting to wonder if you needed help finding it.” Atali smiled.

    Then why didn’t you help me you ditz, I almost had a heart attack, I thought, “I found it easily, I didn’t require any help from you after all,” I smiled back at her.

    “I’m April,” a small girl sitting next to Atali said gleefully, “and this is Robert, Natasha, Clint, Monroe and Rebehka,” She pointed out everybody on the two couches. They all waved at me with their perfectness and all, I already forgot their names.

    I looked around the room and noticed, everybody was beautiful, they had no flaws, they were all skinny, with perfect hair and skin. It was like walking into a photo shoot for Vogue, utterly unreal.

    The boy named Monroe slid over to make room for me on the couch. Atali shot me a dirty look as he patted the spot next to him on the couch and I sat down. Monroe smiled at me with a mouthful of faultless white teeth and brushed his fingers through his black hair, his hazel brown eyes gleaming. “So, did you just get here last night?” he asked.

    I nodded. “Late last night, I am brutally tired, and thirsty. Is there anywhere to get a drink here?”

    Monroe twitched as Clint poked him in the ribs, “This is so like you, try to flirt with the first innocent looking girl you see,”

    Monroe looked back at me after throwing one of the pillows at Clint’s head and laughing. I dodged his elbow as it flung up. He turned back to me, “I am assuming you slept past breakfast?” He cocked an eyebrow at me. I gave him a small, crooked smile and nodded again. He got up, “I’ll take you down to the kitchens.”

    I followed him out a door and down three flights of stairs. I placed the directions in my head, one flight to the left, then the right, then keep going straight, then turn left after the next flight of stairs. There were two huge doors opened into a gigantic room with tables placed in rows.

    There were giant crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. I was looking straight up at the mosaic design placed on the ceiling as well, when I felt Monroe’s hand grasp my arm quickly. I looked down to see a chair, slightly further out than the rest that were tucked neatly under the table, right in my path. Monroe smiled and laughed as I walked around the chair. We walked in silence down the rest of the large path between the numerous tables. As we approached the far end of the room, the clatter of dishes and metal vibrated softly and the aroma of food scented the air. Monroe pushed open a small door when we reached the back wall that was blended into the wall. He held it open for me as I stepped through, the noise of the action of a busy kitchen irrupting loudly in my ears. The kitchens were filled with many people, all dressed in black and white. Only one person ceased their work. The lady walked over to us and sat down on a stool.

    “What would you two like?” The lady asked, smoothing out her apron.

    Monroe stepped forward, “Just some breakfast for Luna here, it is her first day, and she is just getting used to the different surroundings.”

    The lady smiled at me, got up and grabbed a plate, piling large amounts of food on it. She set it down on an island table. I sat down and shoved the delicious food in my face.

    “I am Ms. Arue, but you can just call me Tammy,” she smiled, “well, at least when there are no teachers around,” she rolled her eyes.

    “Thank you Miss – I mean, Tammy, for the delicious food, I haven’t tasted anything so good in such a long time.” I said in between a bite.

    “Can you get it in any faster there, Luna,” Monroe asked, laughing.

    I stuck my tongue out at him and shoved another fork full of scrambled eggs in my mouth.

    It didn’t take me long to devour the large plate of bacon, eggs and toast and down a glass of orange juice, so we were soon saying goodbye to Tammy, and heading to class.

    “Did you come from the outer world or were you born here?” He questioned

    “The outside world, I just got here yesterday and I have been told absolutely nothing about this place.” I replied

    “You don’t know anything about this place?” He asked flabbergasted as we hiked up a flight of stairs.

    I shook my head, “Absolutely nothing.”

    His jaw dropped slightly, “Well then, I shall share the brief history of a world nobody has ever heard of,” he laughed, “really, nobody knows where we are, well except the high priests and priestesses, and of course the prince. The princess isn’t even worthy enough to know. All we know is that this place, what we are supposed to call Mamallapuram, is inaccessible to humans, filled with magic, and stuck in the past. It is theorized that this is an inner world, that the world you used to live in was just an outer lining of the place you are in now,” I rolled my eyes and smiled as we went to climb the fifth stair case, “Honestly, I wouldn’t lie to you. Anyways, this school has been around since the beginning of time it seems, as has some of its teachers.” He stopped talking as I stopped to look at the tapestry on the wall.

    There were five felt banners; a blue elephant, a red lion, a green bird a yellow boar and the purple horse in my dorm, all with a gold background. Monroe smiled again, showing his pearly white teeth, “These are the animals of our world, and consequently, the groups we were placed in.” He pointed to the purple horse, “We are in that group.”

    “This is absolutely surreal,” I remarked, “Was everybody here brought into this bizarre world like me?”

    Monroe shook his head, “No, not many were taken from the outside world, only a select few; ones with strengths greater than any weaknesses, but most were born here, or in the other Pagoda regions.”

    “You mean this place is even bigger? That there are more places like this?” I asked, eyes wide.

    “Well, yes, but this area is the strongest, the other places are, well, a little different. They have different laws and such than us.” Monroe shrugged, “I have never been anywhere else in here.”

    We walked down a corridor in silence. I soaked in all the information, thinking it through, picking it apart. How can people live in a world they have no concept of? Who was the prince? And what had he meant by ‘different laws’ in the other areas. My thought process came to a halt as Monroe stopped and knocked on a round wooden door. “We are late, but I have you as my excuse,” Monroe chuckled quietly.

    A minute later a short woman opened the door, “You’re late,” she remarked, sticking her nose up and looking us over.

    “Yes, sorry ma’am, but I was helping Luna here, she only got here last night, nobody gave her a proper tour of the place,” Monroe said.

    The lady nodded and moved out of the door way slightly so we could get inside. “Hurry to a seat.”

    Inside was filled with students, some I had seen in the dormitory. Mona and Atali were waving to me from a table in the second row.

    “We saved you guys a seat,” Mona said as we walked up.

    On the other side of the room I saw a hand wave; Ben was waving to me from next to three other boys who were busily writing in their note books. I waved back and he went back to drawing something on his note book.

    The teacher piled five books in front of Monroe and I. “I expect you read five chapters a day to start, these are just to start you off on our history. And my name is Mrs. Bulmer.”

    Mona and Atali already had their books open, with several pages of lined paper. I opened the first book, and Mona gave Monroe and I some paper.

    The first day in the first class, I already had a good three hours worth of homework. Each chapter was roughly twenty large, small print pages long. Oh joy, how I love this place with no name and a lot of pointless wars and semi important, very, very bland people to remember.