The morning sun poured into Xepher's room creating a warm, natural light. The young girl was awakening from her slumber. She slowly opened her eyes but her vision was groggy. She felt... hungover? Turning over onto her side, she stretched her arm out slightly however, she wasn't the only one in her bed...

Xepher's eyes shot open as she yelled. There was a boy dressed in an unfamiliar uniform lounging on top of her bed beside her. He stayed perfectly still, barely acknowledging her shout.

"Hey," he spoke with a slight smirk on his face.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed?" Xepher had about a hundred and fifty questions racing around her head, asking what he was doing seemed to be the first one to escape.

"Wow, such vulgar language for such a small girl." He teased, "and if you're yet to notice, we're not in your bed." The strange boy was right. Xepher was most definitely not in her bed, she then noticed she wasn't in her room either. Panic struck her like bolt of lightning.

"What the fuck?!" She yelled for the second time.

"Jesus, you love to swear don't you?" Xepher was beyond confused, let alone petrified. What was this new place? It was weirdly old fashioned to say the least. Did I travel back in time somehow? She pondered. No, the boy was wearing a fairly modern watch on his wrist...so where was she? How did she get there? That's when she started to realise what happened the night before, although only partially.

Xepher remembered her father coming home drunk resulting in another argument with her mother, she then recalled having to intervene somehow and then- blank. She assumed she fainted, which sounded like a reasonable explanation however, why was she not in a hospital of some sort? And why can't she remember the full story of what happened that night?

Before she could begin to question the boy next to her, approximately six children burst through the bedroom door

"Is everything okay?" One asks,

"We heard shouts!" Another chimed in. A slighter smaller, arrogant boy pushed his way to the front of the group,

"What's all this about- Klaus?" He looks disapprovingly at the other boy who was still lounging on the bed.

Xepher didn't even know how to react. She knew she wasn't in any danger but all of this was not even remotely normal.

"What?" The boy, who we now know is named Klaus, replied.

"Why are you in here? You were told to leave her alone!" The tallest of the group spoke affirmatively. Klaus jumped up from the bed.

"Well I'm soo sorry that I tried to give our guest a friendly welcome," overstatement, Xepher thought.

"You can all just carry on making her uncomfortable" he scoffed ironically. He lead himself out the room, pretending to be truly heartbroken.

Before any of the remaining children- including Xepher, could speak, heavy and fast paced footsteps could be heard marching down the hallway towards the room (and of course the distant sobs from Klaus).

"All of you, away now!" A harsh man's voice instructed. They all fled within an instant. The man appeared in the now empty door frame. Xepher noticed he wasn't a complete stranger. She knew him from somewhere- she just couldn't put a finger on it.

"Xepher, please excuse the rudeness of the Academy," said the man, sounding a little more humane. "My name is Sir Reginald Hargreeves" He stepped inside the room

"There was incident last night which has resulted in you staying here with us for a while." He informed.

"What happened?" Xepher asked innocently. He hesitated. "...you were born on October first, am I correct?" She nodded in response, however with a confused look plastered across her face.

"I'll talk to you about the details soon, for now, just make yourself at home-"

"This isn't my home." She spoke sharply. There was an endless list of questions for Xepher to ask this Reginald. She couldn't believe she had been expected to just "make herself at home". She was livid.

"It is for the time being." He retorted. "Now, go downstairs. Either Pogo or Grace will be waiting for you." He instructed, mildly irritated. Probably because Xepher wasn't exactly polite. He swiftly walked back out of the room leaving Xpeher pissed off to say the least.

Eventually gathering up the courage to make her way downstairs, Xepher roamed the maze-like corridors. She noticed it was strangely decorated. The building itself was extremely outdated and there were children's posters placed on the walls, assumably to help them learn- but they were rather violent. Instead of key phrases or maths equations, they had words like 'gouge' and 'twist' with images of children harming each other. Where the fuck am I? Xepher thought. Yet another unanswered question.

A/n I'm going to post this chapter for now but I'll definitely be coming back and adding to it. Sorry if it's a little short but it's better than nothing lol. Been a busy week... xD bare with! It'll get better!