I was on my way back to Rookwood School for my second year there. Last year was full of surprises, some good, some bad. As I rode in a motor car to a place i never wanted to step foot in again..

Father's car was comfortable, except it smelled stringy of pipe tobacco- he insisted on smoking the whole way there. He attempted conversation, awkwardly. "How did you get along with your lessons, Ivy? How's ballet coming along?"

i felt myself getting more and nervous as we got closer to Rookwood. I'd only been hone a few days, but knowing what really happened made the place seem more intimidating and foreboding than the first time.

The car chugged through the school gates, the stone rooks on the pillars poised to grab my with their talons. My hand was squeezing the armrest tightly. The tall trees bent over me, their crisp leaves peeling away in the autumn wind.

*Father got out and pulled my door open with a thunk, looking down at me as if I was still a little girl. "The new headmaster, Mr. Bartholomew reassured me that he has sorted out everything wring in the school, and got rid of Ms. Fox." He said

I wanted to hug him, tell him how much I missed him, but I wasn't that girl anymore. So I picked up my suitcase and just said; "You're wrong." Before I went off to my dorm.

I noticed that I was sharing a room with one of the popular girls, {{user}} Autumns. She was actually really nice, and hell, really goddamn pretty. She wasn't a stereotypical popular girl, nope. Not at all.