A/N Hi, this is my first Shrek fanfic, so go easy, lol. This story is just basically a slightly bloodier retelling of Shrek 3 from my OC's pov. It takes place a few months before the events of Shrek 3. please R&R and have a cookie ^_^ (::)

I sighed as the transportation carriage stopped right outside of a gray stone castle-like building. Grabbing my suitcase and pulling my blue hood tighter over my head, I exited the bus with a murmured 'thank you'. The bus drove off, leaving me alone with an adult that just arrived.

'Ah, you must be Eva Thalaela. Welcome to Worcestershire Academy!', the man greeted happily. 'Come, we'll get you registered and a room.'

I blew my bangs out of my face and followed the man inside of the huge castle.

'My name is Mr. Jonson, Vice Principal.', the man stated as we wandered the halls to what I presume was the office.

Right outside one room with a bronze plaque that said Alchemy, there was a blonde boy sitting out in the hall, looking bored.

'Arthur, why aren't you in class?', Mr. Jonson asked the boy.

'I got kicked out.', the boy, Arthur, mumbled.

The adult sighed and said, 'Well, come with me. You can stay the rest of class in the office'.

Arthur glanced curiously at me then stood up. I flashed him a small, friendly smile. He looked confused then suspicious.

As we started along again, Arthur asked, 'So, uh, what's your name?'

I glanced at the boy and answered, 'Eva'.

He glanced at my suitcase and asked, 'So, new here, huh?'

I nodded. We arrived at the office, in which Mr. Jonson bustled off to get some papers. Arthur and I took seats on wooden benches right outside Mr. Jonson's office.

'I'm Artie, by the way.' Arthur stated, glancing at my hooded face.

I nodded and sighed, blowing my ebony bangs out of my face again.

Mr. Jonson came back with a stack of papers and said, 'Eva, come with me.'

I nodded and got up, saying, 'See ya later, Artie.'

As I glanced back at him, he looked a bit crestfallen, but also hopeful. I followed Mr. Jonson into his office, where he closed the heavy oak door behind me.

'Have a seat.' he said, pulling out a chair for me to sit in.

'Thank you', I muttered as I sat in it, waiting for him to sit down across from me.

Once he was seated, Mr. Jonson pulled a few papers out from the stack and said, 'You're all set to start classes. The orphanage sent a note of concern, however. Apparently, you're different, in the sense of how you look and your past. Is that true?'

I nodded and said, 'Yes, it is. I would appreciate it if you didn't advertize my past to the school.'

He nodded and added, 'Also, there is a rule that no head gear may be worn unless in a sport. I have to ask you to take your hood off.'

Sighing, I reached up and tugged my hood off, revealing my face. I heard Mr. Jonson suck a breath in and lean back. I guess you guys should know why Mr. Jonson gasped, right? I have ebony black hair, so dark in the light my hair looks blue. My skin is a pale cream color, with slightly rosy cheeks. My eyes are vivid purple. And most of all, I have pointed ears.

Anyway, I raised my violet eyes to Mr. Jonson's brown ones and said, 'Yes, I'm an elf, and I don't appreciate you staring at me like that.'

He lowered his eyes and said, 'I apologize. Here's your school uniforms and your room number. You start classes tomorrow. Please leave this office.'

He handed me a few ugly blue-gray dresses with red and white plaid sleeves, a piece of paper with the number 46 and a list of teacher's names and classrooms on it. I grimaced at the dresses and stood up.

'Thank you for your time, Mr. Jonson', I murmured, heading for the door.

'Just get out of my sight!' he snarled, banging his fist on the table.

Trust me, it took a lot of self-control to not throw my suitcase at him. I narrowed my eyes and strode out of the office. Artie was still sitting on the bench. He looked up when I exited and his jaw dropped. I laughed a bit at his expression.

'Hello Artie', I said, taking a seat beside him.

He still didn't say anything.

Sighing, I reached over and gently closed his mouth saying, 'It's rude to stare, you know.'

His entire face started to go red as soon as I touched him.

He shook his head a bit and stuttered, 'I-I'm sorry. It's just-'

'It's just that you're not used to seeing an elf, right?' I finished for him.

He nodded slowly, never taking his eyes off of me.

Glancing at the paper I had in my hand again, I asked, 'Hey, can you show me where my room is?'

He looked startled, but nodded eagerly. Honestly, i'm a bit surprised Artie hasn't began running in fear or attacked me by now, like most people when first meet me. I guess he wants to make me feel welcome.

Artie leaned over to see my paper and stated, 'Hey, your room is just a few rooms from mine.'

We both stood up and exited the office, walking down a hallway to the left. We took a few more turns before we came across a hallway with a fair amount of wooden doors dotting the sides. Each had a shiny bronze number on it. Artie led me to a room with a shiny brass plaque beside it that read, 'Eva Thalaela'.

'Here's your room. My room is at the end of the hall and the bathrooms are there and there.' Artie said, first pointing at a door on the far side of the hall then at two doors, one on my side of the hall and the other on the other side.

'Thank you so much, Artie. Can you come and get me when it's lunch, please?', I asked.

He nodded and said, 'Sure. See ya at lunch.'

I smiled and entered my room.

A/N I've always imagined Artie getting kicked out of class just because he was there lol. Mr. Jonson's hostility towards Eva WILL be explained later on. BTW, Eva's name is pronounced (evah thah-LA-ella). Again, please R&R, reviews will make updates faster, that is, if you guys like it, lol. I don't own the characters in Shrek 3, i only own Eva and Mr. Jonson!