All Chapters of ~~ Water, Fire, Air, Earth ~~: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I looked at the clock: three forty. Oh shit! No wonder why I was so tired. Three o'clock! I was about to turn around and go back to sleep when I heard the sound again that woke me up. Krrrks. I knew the sound. It was the stairs. Better said a few steps up the stairs. My sister, my mother, Grandma, my aunt and I lived in a very large house or maybe almost in a villa. Our family was an old, distinguished noble family. We weren't that rich anymore, but at least we lived in a villa. Krrrks. Oh man! These stairs drive you crazy. I pulled a pillow over my head and listened. Nothing to hear. Instead, I now felt the familiar feeling of Ivy's presence in my head.

And I was right. Well, the folder wasn't heavy , but it was thick. In the first lesson, we had history, she gave me the portfolio. Two days ago, Alex and I were sitting next to each other, but then the teacher had discussed us because we had talked too much. Now Alex was sitting two places to my left and Thomas was sitting between us. As I leafed through the folder, I noticed a piece of paper that had been put in the back.Did you find the name in the

A hand touched my shoulder. I started up and lost my balance. My hand only got hold of the blanket, but it couldn't hold me, and so I fell to the floor with it. "Hey, take it easy. It's just me, Ann. ”I got to my feet and threw the covers back onto the bed. In front of me was a girl as tall as me and with beautiful, blonde angel curls. Her taint was darker than mine, almost caramel-colored, and she had a small, narrow, pointed nose that curled upwards boldly. There were large, slightly slanted eyes in her narrow face that eyed me curiously. I still hadn't got used to the golden color in them. She was delicately built, but didn't look weak or reserved at all. On the contrary: it was almost bur

I buttoned the vest of my school uniform. Someone had hung it on the doorknob in a bag. It was made of a soft, royal blue fabric and consisted of a short pleated skirt, black shoes and a vest that I pulled over a white short-sleeved blouse. As if I didn't look like a schoolgirl fifty years ago, Mrs. Granbow had got me a leather shoulder bag as well. I checked myself in the mirror and saw that it didn't look as bad as I feared. But it was old-fashioned anyway. I put on my make-up briefly, then Ann pulled me out into the hallway. Many girls were walking in the aisle, talking excitedly and laughing. Everyone streamed downstairs, out of the lodge through the grand stairwell. It was getting light outside and

OK. Still an hour. Ann was pulling the zipper on my back. "Thanks." I turned and pointed to the stool in the bathroom. "Sit down. So now do you know what kind of hair to do for you? Bun, peasant braid, wreath of hair, herringbone braid? ”I could do many different braids because I always had to braid some for Ivy. Ivy ... I missed her. Her thoughts and her pure presence ... "Mmmh, what do you think of a peasant braid? Or is it fishbones? ”Ann happily tore me out of my thoughts, otherwise I might have started to cry. We opted for a herringbone braid. I took Ann's still damp hair in my hand and began to braid. They felt silky and soft. My hair fell down over my shoulders in