It was early in the morning, she yawned loudly and stretched herself as she woke up. Her orange hair was in clumps and knots which was going to be a disaster. She didn’t even want to be awake yet. She was a night person, which meant she had to sleep in to get enough sleep at a day. At first she couldn’t remember why she woke up and wanted to turn around on her side, the bed was already empty which made her grumble a bit, not as bad as what was happening next, a loud knock on the door. She sat up straight and stared at the door before her brain registered what was happening. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, she felt a bit dizzy and especially tired because of the lack of sleep. She walked to the door, changing into a chamber dress before opening it and staring at Clara. ”What?” she grumbled because proper language was now impossible, she rubbed her right eye with her right fist. Clara gave her a sympathetic look and handed her a letter without much further ado and headed off with some small words. Alice stared at her not entirely sure what was happening but she turned around, slammed the door shot and dropped herself on the bed again. In the mean time Ophelia had climbed upon it and stared at her with her black eyes, ”I know. It’s probably important, since it’s early.” Who would write a letter to her this early in the morning. She turned the letter around to make sure her name was written on it and not her boyfriend his name. In a fancy handwriting her name Alice was written on the paper and she quickly opened it, it was a letter from Sandine, the teacher she helped out once at school here in Magnolia. The envelope which was quite a thick one contained a letter to her, notes, a schedule and so on. Apparently it was today Alice her task to teach the children, Sadine had pointed out that she was her only hope and she had met the children before. If she wasn’t going, no one would, which didn’t leave the red head much choice. She climbed out of bed and let Ophelia take care of her hair while she washed her face and applied some make-up to not look like a pale dead zombie and also to not show off her freckles, which she came to hate, thank god they were only visible in summer.
Once she was done, and Ophelia had braided her hair, she would dress in the easy way, and hurried downstairs with her companion to grab some toast, thank Clara and apologize for her rudeness and hurry off towards the school before she was letting. Having the letter and instructions from Sandine carefully placed in her book so she wouldn’t forget to take them with her. She arrived at the school right on time. The class wasn’t started so she could install herself with Ophelia and calm down, she absolutely didn’t like this idea and it made her really nauseous because she couldn’t figure out another reason to feel that way. She would wait casually for the children to arrive, some recognized her based on her red hair and her companion, some didn’t.
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