Welcome to Wexlard! (Chapter 1)

(This story takes place in the year 1900)

(Aileen P. O. V)

"I'm sick of your shit! I'm leaving and you can't stop me!"

That's when I felt my brother's fist hit my side again. I groaned a little in pain, glaring at him with my very pale eyes. He was practically hissing at me "What are YOU going to do about it? You little coward! You won't leave me! "

"Watch me!" I scream and managed to stand up, but my legs were very wobbly. I ran to my room knowing my legs would turn to pudding when I got there. "Go ahead! Run! You always have! But where are you going to go? Going to go try and find our parents? They left us here to rot!" he kept yelling at me. I had grabbed two suitcases and stuffed as much stuff in them as I could. I was leaving this time, and not coming back.

Maybe this wasn't the best idea for a 16 year old. I only had my brother, Mike, to take care of me. I wouldn't call him beating me every minute of my life "Taking care of me" thought. I had held back and dealt with his shit for four years. I don't WANT to leave him but what else could I do?

I reached under my queen size bed to grab a small money box. I had at least $15,000 dollars. That was a lot for someone like me. I always saved my money for when I would need it, like in this case. I stood back up and placed the money box on top of everything in one of my suitcases. I had packed all my clothes, a brush, a tooth brush, a large photograph book filled with pictures of us when we were happy, and a jewelry box that was VERY dear to me.

I closed my suitcase tightly and stomped back out of my room carrying both of them.

I was finally going to do it.

Leave.

(Mike P. O. V)

Who did she think she is? Talking to me like that! I'm older then her and I have always taken care of her, ever since our parents left to work at their factories. They were making thousands and we didn't get ANYTHING! Did they even remember that they HAD kids?

I watched as my little sister walked towards the door with her suitcases. "You idiot! Where do you think you're going? Going to leave America or go across it without any money?" I smirked a little, she wouldn't last a day. No, maybe an hour.

"For your information, I have at least fifteen thousand dollars!" She snapped.

My jaw dropped. Where did she keep all this money? THIS is the reason for my anger and problems, HER! Maybe when she's gone ill be so much happier.

That's when I heard the front door slam, and then everything went silent. She was gone..

(Aileen P. O. V)

Oh my god… I did it! I actually did it! I got out of that hell hole I was trapped in!

I started laughing hysterically, kind of crazy as I ran towards the docks downtown. It would be a long trip from America to where ever I was going, but I didn't care! I was getting the hell out of here!

I had finally reached the docks and still didn't know where I was going. Great. Me and my SOOO amazing plans.

Then it finally hit me… London. I have always wanted to go, I'm sure I can find a boarding school or something. I'll make it work; I would take a boat to London and erase this life.

I walked up to a small booth where tickets were sold to get onto the boat. I had taken at least five hundred out of my money box for now. The man in the booth looked dark. Not color or race wise, more like I couldn't see him as if he was a shadow. "Should a girl young like you be here, alone?" His voice was smooth but… different. "I just need a ticket to London, now are you going to talk about my age or take my money?" I held out the five hundred dollars in front of him. He smirked a little, showing his white teeth. But wait a minute, they weren't regular human teeth. Two of them looked like fangs…

He took out a ticket to London and handed it to me, snatching the money at the same time "Have a nice trip, and watch your back." He mumbled still smirking. This was EXACTLY one of the reasons I wanted to get out of here, people are too creepy and crazy here. I took the ticket slowly and cautiously "Thanks?" I didn't want to spend any more time near this man, so I decided to run to the boat. I never looked back once. I walked up the rail to the boat; I could feel myself becoming sick already. I have never been on a boat before, so this was new to me. Once again, a creepy man was standing at the top of the entrance. "Seems you're the only one on here~" the man snickered. His silver hair was in his eyes so I couldn't see his face at all really.

This was a really big boat so it was strange that I was the only one on it. I still didn't care; I wasn't going to get off since I was the only one on. I handed the creepy man my ticket. "We should be in London in 12 or 13 hours~Make yourself at home." He snickered again as I passed him. I swallowed my spit a little; I was a little nervous now. Should I get off for now? No, No, your fine Aileen your fine! I walked down a large staircase inside the boat to a row of rooms.

I decided to pick room number 6. It has always been my lucky number, don't know why though. I walked in slowly, it was a small room. I think all the rooms were small though. The room had one small bed, a desk, and a dresser. Nothing much really, but it did have a rather large window.

I placed my two suitcases under the bed, out of my way. Maybe if I sleep most of the time im on the boat, I won't get sea sick.

That's exactly what I decided to do, be lazy and sleep about 12 hours. I flopped onto the bed, shoving both of my arms under the hard pillow, my legs straight out. I felt the boats anchor lift off the docks, making the boat set sail for London.

I fell asleep quickly after that, not wanting to be up-chucking my dinner.

( ? P. O. V)

"She's on her way now."

"Are you sure it's the right girl?"

"Yes, very sure."

"Good, when she gets here, bring her straight to me."

"Of course my lord."

"Make sure the brat doesn't get her, he doesn't need her like we do."

(Aileen P. O. V)

My eye lashes parted slowly at the sound of the boat stopped. I sat up slowly, yawning and rubbing my eyes. When I moved my hands, I looked out the window at the beautiful view in front of me. London. I made it, suck on that Mike!

I jumped off the bed getting my suitcases from under it. Then I ran out of the room, and up to the deck of the boat. I felt the cold winds of London hit my face, but I kind of liked the feel of it. That creepy man was standing in the same place he was before. I decided not to say anything to him as I walked down the railing, but I heard him say something to me "Watch your back~" he snickered. I ignored it, knowing he was trying to be a creepy guy that freaks 16 year old girls out.

I watched as all the people passed me as I got off the docks, they all knew where they were going except for me. My grandma once told me that there was a very nice boarding school here, called Wexfard. She use to live here before she moved to New Jersey, so maybe some of the stuff she's told me will help me find this place.

At first I was just randomly walking around, looking at everyone and everything around me. Then it started getting darker and darker, later and later. So I had to ask someone for directions. I stopped at a small coffee shop, it looked friendly enough.

As I walked in, a little bell at the top of the door rang, telling the workers that someone was there. I sat down at the large counter; no one was behind it though until a couple minutes later. A tall man with short black hair, wearing glasses with a white rim, a white long sleeve button down shirt, and a pair of black pants.

"Can I get you anything milady?" The gentlemen asked, smiling a little.

"I actually just need some directions." I smiled back at him; I was going to have to get use to how British people talked.

"Where to?" He asked and took out a pot of coffee and a plain coffee cup.

"A school called Wexfard, is it anywhere near here?" I ask, hoping that it wasn't on the other side of town. It was already late so I didn't want to be walking the streets of London alone.

"Lucky for you, it's right down the street." He smiled and poured a fresh cup of warm coffee, then slid it over to me "I'm guessing you just came from America?"

I took a small sip of coffee, it tasted amazing! I've never had this great of coffee in my life. "How could you tell? Was it because I don't have an accent or that I'm completely lost?"

"A little of both." He shrugs and leans on a cabinet behind the counter, filled with colorful coffee mugs and tea pots.

I quickly finished off my coffee "Thank you so much sir, here let me get out some mone-"

"It's perfectly fine, this cup was on the house." He smiles. He picked up the empty cup and set it down in a sink.

"Well, I guess I best be off. I'm sure this won't be the last time we meet." I smile and stood up, grabbing both of my suitcases. "I'm sure we will see each other very soon." He smirked a little and watched me as I walked out the door. It made the bell at the door ring again as I headed off to my new school.

I did what the man told me to do, go right down the street, and there it was! I could have figured that out. I stood in front of the large sign that said "Welcome to Wexfard!" This is where my new life will take place. Where I'll meet new friends and maybe even a boyfriend.

I walked up to the front door and entered.

(Yay! Ok well this is chapter 1 of my story, i hope you like it so far and want more! I will be sure to update weekly or even sooner! Well please review and hope you come back to read chapter 2.~ P.S: Sorry this chapter was short! . )

~Desiree Nichole