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|| Stand By Me|| Florence and the Machine ||
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|| Stand By Me|| Florence and the Machine ||
Emma swallowed hard, standing in front of the mirror on their first day of training. She had taken a shower using the luxuriously hot water and then brushed her teeth, all inside, all within the confines of its own little room. Now she stood nude before the glass, examining herself. Her light bearing mark these past few days had been cautiously covered with a band aid stained in fake blood, but now, Emma would wear a single combat glove with the excuse that it was a comfort from before she left the orphanage, a relic of her parents. Surely no one would question the orphan as to the origin if Emma mentioned her dead family? They would grow uncomfortable and awkward, but just in case she had come up with an unusual and elaborate tale as to how she had managed to acquire such an item, one that would make most people think that Emma had a very keen imagination and aptitude for story telling.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Emma said from within Sam's car. She had her hands tucked underneath her behind and Emma was certain that she was going to vomit. "You'll be just fine. I flt the same way on my first day of school," Sam mentioned, glancing back to tare at them as he pulled up in a parking spot. "This is it," he escorted them to the doors but could go no further. They said goodbye amidst the furtive glances in every which direction, people watching and whispering, pretending that they were not discussing the two supposedly deceased sisters of Sam Harris, the mysterious boy with an even more mysterious past. Emma was now wearing the single combat glove to cover up her light bearing mark, tugging at a lose thread unconsciously as Sam ruffled her hair. "I-I can do this," She squeaked when Irina took her hand.
"Y-yes, we're group B!" The woman gave them directions to their new dorm, a shared dorm with the boys. Emma should not have been surprised, but she was instantly worried about how she was going to keep Irina present at night. "H-hello," the little girl managed to squeak once inside, the door slamming shut. She jumped and hid behind Irina, holding onto her dress. The boys had already broken out in an argument, meanwhile Lise was sitting calmly on her bed, appearing to dread every second of every breath she wasted in this space. "Oh, I remember you," Emma blushed, wondering if that was the wrong thing to say. Irina too, remembered her and at the behest of Lise, Emma began to change into her dress uniform.
"It fits perfectly," she said, not realizing that she had spoken these words aloud. "Well of course," came a snooty voice from her other side. There were no other girls present, however there were plenty of men to take notice of the three girls that were now among them. "They took our measurements at the entrance exam, don't you remember? Or did you get a special exemption because you're a Harris?" He sneered, but Emma shook her head, hiding behind Rose. "N-no! We took the test too," she looked down at her feet, appearing as though she was already going to cry. "I bet the only reason they let in a wimp like you is because of the fact that you're related to the Elite Four. Big hopes they probably have for you!" He laughed, "I can't wait to watch you fail!"
Emma's cheeks turned an even brighter red with indignation, but she turned away, following Lise to the hall where they would be having their entrance ceremony. "No, we'll make Sam proud of us." Emma wondered how many weekends they would have to stay in the dorm until it would be deemed appropriate for them to visit home.