CHARM ACADEMY

Chapter six

JISELLE'S POV

My stomach is growling as hell! Im starving right now and I can't do anything but to stare at people eating and deal with it.

I turn back into my real self on its own after 20 minutes of becoming a weird cat. And I tried to shapeshift again but It didn't work! I think my powers are tired as I am hungry.

So Im walking since earlier and not ignoring the fact that humans are glaring at me and seems like they saw a dead body, but I didn't blame them because Im pale as f***k.

Hate the old man who made me this way. There was a girl earlier who walk towards me and because Im still new in this place I ran away, I can't trust people easily. What if she or he is part of my father's minions? that will be doomed.

I was about to stand up when a hand holding a cone shape thing pop up in front of me making me look at the person who owned the hand weirdly. What should I do? And what's that?

"you seems hungry, take it" she smile sweetly, this girl is kinda familiar to me but as I say earlier I don't trust people so I jusy look at her but ***n that cone shape thing smells so good!

"You dont want an ice cream?" She pout. Cute.

Ice cream? is that the name of this perfectly smelled good thing infront of me?

"I know your hungry miss, take it" she smiled again as she sat besides me comfortably. Before I saw my action, I already took the Ice cream and starting to smell it.

"Eat it miss" she chuckled as she is eating the same Ice cream as I have.

I look at her confusely as I saw her munching the cream above the cone. I look at mine as I starting eating it the way she did and...... THIS IS HEAVEN!

"It's good isn't it?" she chuckled as I was just l*****g the cream on my hand.

"It is" I silently uttered until she gasp, jumping a little on her spot while looking at me in shock

"You can talk?" She surprisingly ask making me chuckled, she's so cute.

"Of course I can. What do you think am I? A dead ghost?"

"On first glance, probably yes" she replied

(A/N: I totally forgot. In this story, everyone's language is english! even in Thailand or Korea, they're language is english IN THIS STORY! but Im going to consider some of Korean's words which is Oppa, Hyung, Unnie, and Noona, ect. and if you still not familiar with them then it's:

Oppa - a girl call an older brother

Hyung - a guy call an older brother

Noona - a guy call an older sister

Unnie - a girl call an older sister)

"Oh, I never thought you could talk since you are so silent just hours ago" she stated making me smile for the first time of my whole life making me flinch at the spot.

I-I just smile right?

"Thanks for the food or is this a food?"

"you don't know?" She ask confusely

I only knew the basic about this world through the books I read

"I was raised differently"

"oh, by the way what's your name?"

"Jiselle Ford, just call me.........." I dont want her to call me Selle and I dont want her to call me Jis because its somewhat weird to be heard

"Jiselle"

I cursed to myself, why did I say 'just call me in the first place then' tss.

"Still the same name" she giggled

"Yeah"

"okay Jiselle, My name is Lizandra Collins but you can call me Liz, Lis, whatever you like. So, how old are you?" she smile

How old am I? I dont know.

"I-I don't know but I think I'm older than you" I smiled lightly

"You don't know your age? How come"

"a-ammm...... that question is very personal and sensitive to me Liz"

"oh! Im sorry, you must have problems but anyways, as you say so Unnie!" she smiled cheekily. This girl beside me is really cute and somehow verry pretty.

"Wanna be friends?" she ask. This is the first, first friend I have

"sure!" I esclaimed

"so where do you leave Unnie? You look very pale, did someone hurt you?" she pout making me chuckled. I dont like cute things and such but I just can't hide my smile when she pout childishly. She is so cute.

"I dont have anywhere to sleep, thanks to the one who hurt me"

"so someone really hurt you?"

"Isn't obvious?" I ask obviously as I was pointing my neck where the fresh scar of the collar, Its sting a little bit but I can manage take and deal with it well.

"Right, you're too pretty to be abused by whoever there name is" she pouted feeling pity while observing the thing on my neck

"the bruise looks like will turn into into a permanent scar, the thing on your neck must be attached too deep to vanished that easily"

"exactly and I don't like looking at it since it reminds me of how they t*****e and hurt me" I roll my eyes as I remembered the face of my abusive father

"let's go to my house Unnie and let me treat your neck" she smiled sweetly making me looked at her while frowning

"no, it's fine, I can manage..." I was cut off when she spoke at me in clarification.

"whether you like it or not, you're coming with me!" she said as she drifted her attention to her bag and picked something on it. She gave it beside my feet making me looked at her in confusion

"What? wear it!" I look at it and saw a slipper?

"What? Why did y-you? How? W-When did y-you brou......."

"stop asking and just wear it!" She muttered while smiling ear to ear as she grab me after I wore it to who knows where.

"how can you trust me so easily?" I ask still walking with her

"I dont know, you just have this fragile aura that making me trust you and want to protect you easily and I know something is wrong. Besides, I want to make atleast one friend!"

"you don't have a friend?"

"yeah, me and my mom are still new here"

"oh."

And when we stop, I saw a bicycle infront of us

"It's getting dark, let's go home?" She grinned making me nod and smile quietly as we went to her what she called home by the bicycle.

I wish I have something to call home too.