Aveline Gottschalk Last year, Aveline received a letter imprinted in gold italics, sealed with a wax emblem shaped like a key. When she opened it, an immediate gasp was drawn from her lips. And then, she read it over and over, doubt and denial kicking in the stopped screws of her brain. Congratulations, Aveline Gottschalk, you were voted President. She couldn't believe it. She remembered rushing to her old roommate's bedside and exclaiming her new position in The Club and bouncing all around the room, all around. It took hours for her to calm down. And another year for the shock to burn away into bubbly enthusiasm. Aveline was ready to accept the responsibilities of becoming Club President, especially over all of the talented children at the Academy. A lot of them were smart. Probably smarter than her. Most likely. So, the night before their first meeting, Aveline could barely sleep. She laid on her own bed and stared up at the decorations on her own wall. On the other side of the room was Tonasha Volkov, her to-be Vice President's older twin sister. Or at least, that was what Aveline was told. She had never met her council personally, but she very much was eager to. The only people she knew at the school were her roommate, to which she gave a sleepy introduction to after she arrived last night, and Liesl, her sweet, little cousin who was also chosen to be a Representative in the club. And that was all. Normally, one would have broken at such pressure, but Aveline held her head up high and awoke early that morning. She put on grey sweat pants, a tanktop, and rushed around in the gathering cold of November. She usually ran for an hour, but this time, Aveline made it a point to run for only 30 minutes, and hastily rush back to her room for a shower. They did not start classes until Wednesday, and it was only Monday. Monday and Tuesday were the days new students could settle in a bit, find their clique. In Aveline's case, everyone had to be her clique. After showering, Aveline sat on her dresser chair and brushed long, gold strands of straight hair that riveted dead down her spine. She didn't know if her roommate was awake yet. She was so occupied with her hair, but she made it a point to stare into the mirror and smile. "I hope you're up! I was gonna turn on the hair dryer. Er, I'm Aveline. And I think you're, um, Tonasha? Nice to meet you officially! And good morning!" Liesl Gottschalk Unlike her cousin, Liesl had arrived many, many days earlier. She had already settled in, and became quite familiar with the setting of Grey Key. She hadn't made any "friends", really, but she had become acquainted already with some new kids who had trouble navigating their way around. They would stop her in the hall or show up at the wrong room or even interrupt her dance practice for help. She didn't mind helping. Not that much. However, Liesl made it a point to avoid Aveline Gottschalk whenever the girl did arrive. Her voice annoyed her. And her bubbly attitude. That was kind of annoying too. As for her roommate, Liesl wasn't very sure of what to think of her. When the girl, Evelyn Rosette, arrived, Liesl was already asleep. Liesl always fell asleep at about 7 in the evening and usually woke up around 6 in the morning for dance practice. The dance rooms were so very nice, too, nicer than she had ever seen before. It was as if the whole Academy was a palace to accommodate the Kings and Queens of different talents. That morning, however, she did not stir in her sleep to get up for dance. She woke up at 7 and started brushing her long, grey hair. It was close to blond, but whenever she looked in the mirror, she liked to think of it as grey. It resembled all she had seen-- how old she felt she was. Liesl was already dressed, and she sat on her bed, still combing the night knots from her hair. She wasn't really sure if her roommate was awake, but it seemed the girl was apart of the Club. Liesl was somewhat dreading the prospect of having her own cousin as president, but at least then she wouldn't be clueless as to how to socialize with people. As usual, Aveline would drag her into her world and Liesl wouldn't be able to escape no matter how hard she tried. A listless sigh escaped her lips, and she stood, and she adjusted the lace on her boots, as well as the grey sweater Aveline had mailed her years ago. Sadly, it still fit her. The petite girl walked over to the table in their small dorm, and sipped her coffee, waiting for 9'o clock to come for their Club Meeting. In past years, her sister had told her it was downstairs in Room 320. But because of renovations, Grey Key had moved it upstairs, the top room, so there would be a lot of stair climbing. Times like these, Liesl was thankful she was athletically superior.