Two days I've been here and my experience hasn't been the nicest. Apart from my soul sucking bitch roommate, I haven't been sleeping well. Yes, the nightmares are a part of me but now it's starting to freak me out. I don't know how to explain the dreams or why they keep going the same direction but I can say I've seen myself die in the painful and brutal way and it is not funny. I mean, why can't I just have nice dreams? Why can't I dream about unicorns and rainbows or even foods? But no, I'm stuck with millions ways to die as Camille Stark.

Today's one was the most terrifying of them all. I've come to a conclusion that my dreams aren't just dreams, they are some kind of revelation of something because I never see the beginning of the dream, I know no one really knows how their dream start but mine always cut to the chase,   like it's just dumps right where I'm about to get burned alive.

I haven't seen the Headmaster since the day I arrived and I've been meaning to talk to him, to see if he knows anything that might be causing all these dreams. He already knows I have nightmares, thanks to my dad and his big mouth, so asking for his help wouldn't be much of a problem.

"Something's changed. The spark running through various veins. Fire burning in the eyes. Fate is set. Destiny cannot be escaped. Sh–"

"Watch where you are going, freak!" The sound of an angry voice makes me snaps out of wherever I was.

It's like someone opened a window in my head as the students yelled at me. I blink before looking around my surroundings in confusion. It takes me a moment to realize that I'm standing in the school hallway in the middle of the lockers aisle. My eyes drops on my hands, gripping my schedule.

Okay, what the hell just happened? I remember waking up late this morning, thanks to my evil roommate, who, apparently is too good for an alarm clock. I set my alarm to six o'clock yesterday night because I didn't want to be late on my first day and as much as I hate sharing bathroom with twenty other girls, I still want to make a very good first impression even though I want nothing more than to grab my bags and leave this version of hell. I woke up four hours late with my alarm clock scattered to piece. I know it was Alyssa's doing but I wasn't able to confront her because she was already gone when I woke up.

She clearly doesn't know me because if she knew what I was capable of, she wouldn't be playing games with me. I'm not very good with being patient and once I snap, she going to regret passing on the offer of being my civil roommates. She listed her silly rules thinking I would follow them and in a way I thought she was being serious about it until I heard her having sex last night. I didn't say anything because I was too dead to stand up. I still can't get over the fact that there isn't a rule that says no guys in girls room.

I'm looking forward to having that chat about boundaries with her.

I took my bath with no one hanging around, waiting for me to finish because the whole place was empty. I returned to my room and went straight for my closet, still yet to unpack and arrange my closet. My uniform was waiting for me when I opened it and I appreciate the Headmaster giving me pant instead of skirt but I still swap in with my black ripped jeans for the uniform. I wore the white and cardigan and refuse to tuck in.

I leave the dorm and that's the last thing I remember before that student yelled at me, I'll ignore the fact that he called me a freak. I don't daydream, so what the fuck happened on my way here because I don't remember walking the distance.

The chiming sound of the school bell ringing from the upper corner of the hallway, breaking me out of my thought. I want nothing more than to ponder on what's going on but I need to get to class and I think I've missed the first period and I can't afford to be lagging behind because I don't have great track record with school.

Wait a sec... Why do I suddenly care about school and classes? Argh!

My eyes falls on the white paper in my hand. My schedule, the list of what I'll be doing this semester.

1. Pre Calculus

2. Chemistry

3. AP English

4. Human Anatomy

5. Basic Spell 101

6. AP Physics

7. US Government

8. Potion Practical 101

9. Witchcraft 111

"Basic Spell? Potion Practical? Witchcraft? These guys still think I'm more that I am." I bite my tongue, keeping myself from cursing whoever thinks it's funny to think me a witch. "Chemistry Laboratory here I come."

I fold the paper and put it in my jean pocket before walking. I find the Laboratory after minutes of walking around the same place thrice. The building is fucking huge and it's built like a fucking maze, everywhere looks exactly the same.

Taking a deep breath before turning the handle of the door and yanking the door open, I stop dead. The class is already going on or was going on until I decide to interrupt in. The teacher stops talking and stares at me, promting everyone to follow his gaze to where I'm standing. All eyes on me.

Congratulations, Camille, you have once again become the center of attention in yet another school, good for you. I mentally high five myself. I've always loved making an entrance but this wasn't the kind I was hoping for.

"Late on your first day, Miss Stark?" The professor says the obvious. My first red flag. My old teachers didn't care about how punctual I was, although that may be because they fear me.

"Ha..." I blink, feeling the pressure and the tension in the class. I don't like the way everyone is staring and waiting for me to say something.

"Use your words, Miss Stark." The professor presses. Okay, when I got my schedule from the Headmaster two days and said the chemistry professor, Professor Holmes would make things easy, I instantly thought about Enola Holmes but Professor Holmes sure knows how to make someone feel elate.

I close my eyes for a brief moment before shaking my head. I open my eyes and answer, "I'm sorry, I woke up late and got lost, everywhere look the same and had to walk the whole place three times."

TMI, Camille.

"Brianna? Ariana?" Professor Holmes signals my tour guides, who I haven't seen since they said their goodbye two days.

They turn their heads at the same time to look at me. "We did our job right, didn't we, Cami?"

"Creepy." I whisper before returning my gaze back to the professor. "And yeah they did, everything is totally my fault." I mutter as my eyes collides with Alyssa and Penelope. I want more than to knock those smug off their face, it would be my absolute pleasure but don't want to start off the new school with trouble.

"Looks like Roman's got a new lab partner." Professor Holmes concludes while I look over to the twins for confirmation since they asked me to stay away from him. Brie and Ari gives me a sympathetic look and a thumbs up.

There goes my warning. I never planned on staying away from him because I need to know why he was at Jessica's party.

"Cami, go sit beside Roman and let's get back to class." The professor orders. Play times over, it's time to get back to work.

I drag my feet to my seat and think about how I'll be starting from the beginning since I didn't bring any of my old notebooks with me. I wasn't much of a student back at home. The sole purpose of going to school then was to get in trouble with my friends. I don't see myself making new friends here but definitely be getting into trouble.

I drop my bag on the table and take my seat on the empty stool beside my lab partner. I open the bag and bring out my book. My eyes finds the board, I look over Professor Holmes head to see the what's on the board. Radioactive Decay is the topic, and Half-lives as subtopic. If this was up to me, I wouldn't be here at all. I hate school. I have missed a lot and I'm not the type of person that understands things at once, it normally take more than five attempt for me to get something right. That's how slow I am at learning.

I glance at Roman's note. Fuck! it's full. Thank God the professor paired me to someone that actually listens, but even with looking at what's written on his page, I can't understand anything.

"Hmm," I clear my throat and lean closer to him to whisper. "Can I check your note for-"

"No!" He cut me off in a deep and firm tone, almost like he was already waiting for me to ask him something.

"I-"

"Can you be quiet? I'm trying to listen!" His words isn't innocent as he makes it out to be. He snaps at me and that shut me up. What is his problem? Someone can't ask him a simple question.

"So much for my first day." I mutter and turn to the board. The professor has finished scrambling some things on the board and turns around to face us.

"If a proton changes into a neutron, a position is also emitted," He explains. "Who can write a nuclear equation that shows this change?" He directs the question at everyone but it feels like he's asking me because his piercing gaze is on me.

Of course I don't know what that means. And since the whole class decides to bury their heads in their notes to answer the question, I do the same even though I don't know it.  I look into Roman's note through my lashes and notice he has written the equation. Why isn't he raising his hand?

If I knew the answer to the question, I would raise my hand without hesitation because-

I notice a glowing ink on my note. What the– I look closely to see what's on it, it's like a message writing in glitter pen: Because you would do anything to be the center of attention.

I raise my head from my note and look around the class, everyone is busy with their work. Whoever wrote this can hear my thoughts.

"Fucking telepathy." I mutter and tear out the sheet.

I begin to copy the equations on the board to keep my busy. Reaching up to touch my necklace, it's a bird in shape of letter R, I have had this necklace since I can remember and I don't even know where or how I got it, Dad doesn't know too. It was on me when they adopted me. My middle name is Raven, so that's probably where the R comes from.

I spend the near hour copying notes and putting down points as the professor continues with the lecture. Everything is going well until...

Something's changed.

The spark running through various veins.

Fire burning in the eyes.

Fate is set.

Destiny cannot be escaped.

"The unkindness."  I hear Professor Holmes voice, pulling me out of my thoughts. Thought? What was I thinking about?

Please tell me I did not just blackout in the middle of the class.

"What?" I ask in confusion when my brain finally clicks on what he said. The Unkindness.

"The verse is from a poem, The Unkindness by Emilia St Cloud." The professor he's standing in front of me, his gaze on my note. "Nice drawing but next time I will give you a detention for not only coming late to my class and also not paying attention." He warns and adds, "Did you that a flock of Ravens is called Unkindness?" With that he walks out of the class without waiting for my reply.

I didn't know that.

I sigh and look around the empty class. When did they all leave?

Something strange is happening to me. I keep blacking out with no explanation of what's going on. The stupid lines from the poem keeps replaying in my head.

I look down at my note to the poem and a rough sketch of a raven under it. I don't remember drawing it or writing the poem. And worse, I don't even know who Emilia St Cloud is or ever heard the poem called Unkindness.

I pack my book and head out. I have AP English, better to go now before I reach there late.