Hey guys! New story! Excited? I am!
Anyways, so this story is obviously based on the Inheritance Cycle Series by Christopher Paolini.
Now, I had just recently finished reading the first book of the series; Eragon. So this story is only based on the book Eragon. And it's also mostly my OC's.
This story also isn't written in the same style as Christopher Paolini, it's a little bit more modernised and more teenage drama than what Eragon probably endured.
So, I'll be adding some author notes throughout the whole story, just at the end of the chapters. And I hope you like this first chapter!
DISCLAIMER: You! You! Yo! The name's Dis-to-the-claim-ER! WORD! The writer MyFairLady1 DOES NOT OWN ERAGON OR ANY OF THE INHERITANCE CYCLE! It all belongs to Christopher Paolini, and it's all frika-frika-fresh!
Yeah... don't ask.
Chapter 1 Stick it to the man
It was the last school day of the week, the last period and the last half-hour I had to endure before final freedom. I looked at the clock, grumbling, I put my head down unto the desk, closed my eyes and waited for sleep to take me. Suddenly a high-pitched voice snarled at me; 'Miss Harper, wake up! It is very rude to be sleeping in my class.'
I look up from my desk to find my cranky, old science teacher hovering over my desk. Usually I'd be embarrassed by the fact that the teacher was singling be out, but I quickly realised that most of the class couldn't care less at what was happening. They all seemed to be drowsing off like I had been.
'Sorry Mrs. Greendale.' I said sitting up a little straighter in my chair.
'Miss Greendale.' She retorted, glaring at me widely.
She reminded me of a wild cat, the kind you find in the streets. The ones that you're always cautious of 'cause they're foaming at the mouth and their hair's sticking out everywhere. That's what Miss Greendale honestly looked like. Her unruly, red curly hair looked like it had never even been combed and her eyes were bright green. She even had long bits of hair on her face that gave the illusion of whiskers.
'Yes Miss.' She eyed me coldly as I responded.
'Miserable old cow.' I mumbled under my breath as she walked away.
She whipped her head to face me, though I couldn't see her, I could hear her red curly hair fiercely slapping her ferocious looking face. A shiver went down my spine as she began to approach me once more.
BANG! 'What was that? Alicia Harper?' She growled angrily at me, slamming her hand down unto some unfortunate soul's table.
I closed my eyes. Crap I thought to myself, why did I have to open my big mouth?
'It's Alice Miss.' I said softly.
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
She gritted her teeth and marched towards me angrily. I looked around, now everyone was definitely awake. It was probably the most exciting thing they'd ever experience in this class, and they had me to thank, great.
She stomped over in front of my desk where she could face me, foam practically falling at her mouth. She pointed towards the door with one of her red painted, long, sharp finger-nails.
'Principal's office, now!' She screamed at the top of her lungs.
I sighed heavily, picking up my books and sliding out of my seat, as I walked towards the door my friend Jake tapped me on my hip as I walked past, I stopped in my tacks to where he sat.
He always sat closest to the doors because he had some paranoid theory that if ever something terrible would happen, he'd be the first to safety. He was weird like that.
He looked at me with his worried green eyes, he opened his mouth to say something but instead of hearing his voice I heard;
'Jake Albury! Do you want to go too?' Miss Greendale shrieked.
I rolled my eyes at her and gave Jake my best 'I'll be fine' look. I don't think I convinced him.
So bravely, I walked out the door and towards the principal's office.
Okay, so before I tell you about my amazing endeavour towards the principal's office, I have to tell you this, I go to a boarding school. And not just any boarding school but the best boarding school in the country. Canburry High School has been ranked the number one high school, and has been holding this title for about 12 years.
And I, Alice Chloe Harper has been ranked the most likely person to end up in the principal's office in the history of Canburry High school. You see, most students here get in because their parent are rich enough to pay the $50,000 fee a term, and there are some who get in because they're IQ is like 200+ or something crazy like that.
I only got in 'cause I'm a charity case, and because my Aunt's the principal. My mother died when I was only 1 and my father left me in an orphanage the year after. I didn't know why he left me, he just left.
So I stayed at the orphanage for a while, I was there for 10 more years until some reporters visited one day. They were doing a news segment on Canburry High School, at first I had no idea what they had to do with me, but then when my Aunt came to pick me up the next day, it was all crystal clear. The news reporters had been threatening my Aunt.
They told her they would publish the story of the abandoned orphan girl, left alone and unwanted. Apparently my Aunt knew about me, a long, long time ago. But she never picked me up 'cause she had no reason to, she didn't love me or didn't want anything to do with me. But then she had no choice, being the principal of an elite High School, she couldn't let her un-blemished reputation be ruined by some mass media reporting about how cruel she was to leave her niece in an orphanage this whole time.
She was always one of those 'career first, family next' type of women. So she brought me to her High School, where I could learn and board in the dorms. She even posed with me in some school newspapers and news reports, she'd act all nice and loving in front of the camera's but then toss me aside when they called 'cut'. I was there for show; I didn't mean anything to her or to anyone. I guess you could say that was the 'source of my rebellion', the real reason why I always talked back, because I wanted the attention, well that's what the counsellor says anyways. I hate the counsellor, she tells me things I already know, and she smells rancid, like mayonnaise left out in the kitchen bench too long. So I try to stay away from her as much as possible.
So here I am, walking around in the big, long school hallways trying to find the office. I'm 16 now and I've been here for 4 years and I still can't find my way around. Everything's just too big, too fancy, and too breakable.
The shiny, golden hallways are empty as my flower-printed, totally out of school regulation, Jade Pimsols (Authors note: If you don't know what Jade Pimsols are, I will leave a link at the end to show you what they look like) squeak against the always polished floor. I finally find my way to the school office. The only people are there are the six or seven office ladies and a boy sitting on the couch with an ice pack on his head.
I walk to the receptionist, Ms. Ling, one of the nicer office ladies, looks at me behind her red rimmed glasses. I give her an awkward smile, she raises her eyebrows at me and smiles friendlily back.
'I knew I'd see you today.' She joked lightly.
'Ha, thanks Miss.' I say sarcastically.
'Sit down; she'll be with you in a bit.'
I sit down next to the boy with the ice-pack, I then realise its Logan Pearson, one of the boys in my English class.
'Hey Alice.' He says, shifting in his seat to make room for me.
Okay, so Logan Pearson isn't terrible looking. In fact he's actually pleasing to the eye if you my drift. He's got these gorgeous sea-blue eyes, jet black spiky hair and the most heart warming smile. He's what the girls at this school would call 'hot.' And usually I wouldn't get into that whole stereotypical teenage girls flirty thing, but let's just say that Logan's worth it.
'Hey Logan. What happened to your head?' I asked, stifling a laugh.
He smiles back. 'Football.'
'Ah, the curse of all sports.' Looking down at his arms, I never realised how muscle-y they looked.
'Hey, football's not bad. It's just an extremely passionate sport.'
'A sport in which boys will do anything, even crack open their heads and bleed to get one ball from one side to the other. Mmm, sounds really appealing.' I say teasing him.
'Haha, yeah okay, whatever, not your kind of sport, I get it. So what you in for Harper? Did you not do your homework again? Miss out on class? Or prank another one of the teachers?'
'Nup, just the usual, back-chatting to the teacher, it was Miss Greendale so over-reactions were expected.' I sighed.
'Ah, the old cat-woman.' He chuckled under his breath. He looked at me with his dazzling blue eyes and for a moment I lost it, my heart fluttered and I couldn't help but blush.
'Um, Miss Harper? You can go in now.' Miss Ling says from her reception desk.
'Wish me luck.' I say, getting up off the seat and walking towards the door labelled 'Principal Harper.'
'Break a leg Harper.' Logan says winking at me.
I blush an even darker shade of red as I push past the door to the principal's office.
The office doesn't look like your normal principal's office. It looks more like the office of a wealthy businessman, but I guess if you look between the lines, that's what my Aunt really is, a scheming, planning businesswoman who makes her living in High Schools.
The room is big, bigger than a classroom. It has bookshelves packed with thousands of old-looking books. There's a coffee machine and a little refrigerator at the side. She has drawers, in multiple places around the room. She even has her own toilet, and smack-bang right in the middle is her desk. Her brown, mahogany desk, piled with files and books of all sorts. She has no picture frame, just pens, a lampshade and a little label saying 'Principal', just in case you missed the big sign out front.
And behind the desk is a wall made out of glass, you can see the whole school from here and there's even a little microphone where she makes her announcements.
I sigh and sit in the seat in front of the desk. I think about how many times I've been in this room, how many excuses I've made up to get myself out of trouble, and though I try to get out of it, I always get detention. I wonder what it would be like to be just normal, to go through a whole year of school without detentions and to actually try and get good marks and behaviour reports. But then I realise that that's never going to happen, because I'm Alice Harper and I'm the definition of rebellion and recklessness in this school.
I hear the door open and close, then heels trotting towards the desk from behind me. I don't look around; I stay perfectly still keeping my eyes straight to the school view in front of me. My Aunt walks up to her desk and sits gently down unto her seat.
She's wearing her usual blazer and pencil skirt combo, except this time it's in maroon-brown, to match her desk. Her jet-black hair is tightly tied into a bun at the back of her head. Her over-dose on foundation and perfume is visible and can be smelt all the way from mars. Her tight red lips are perfectly painted, and her eyebrows already in place for the disapproving look she's about to give me.
'Alice.' She sighs, placing her hands on the table, folding them together and sitting up straighter in her seat.
'Alice. Alice. Alice.' As she says this she shakes her head disapprovingly to match her disapproving, drawn-on eyebrows.
'Well there's really no point in saying anything is there?' she says in her cocky but gentle voice.
'Not really.' I responded looking down at my hands, fiddling with a hair tie.
'Alice! Look at me when I'm talking to you!' She snaps, banging her hands down unto the table like Miss Greenland did. But Miss Greenland looks like a cute little puppy dog compared to my Aunt. She's snarling at me, her teeth are showing and she's and you can hear a low growling coming from her chest.
I look up at her, and stare at her. I should be used to this by now, I say to myself, her short temper her anger and terror should be normal to me. But it wasn't, it scared me every time.
'I can't believe how ungrateful you are!' She continues through gritted teeth. She's still got her hands on the desk, but now her nails seem to be unconsciously digging into the wood.
'I took you in; because you're stupid mother and father left you in that hole to die. And out of the goodness of my own heart, I took you to the most elite High School in this country and educate you, give you food, home and friends. And this is how you repay me?'
This struck a nerve, I stand up so our faces our levelled. I stare at her coldly, tears welling up in my eyes.
'You cow.' I spit at her.
'I didn't do anything! Miss Greenland is an over emotional selfish idiot just like you! I'm sick and tired of the fact that you blame everything on my parents, they didn't do anything! So you just leave them the hell alone!' I growled angrily at her.
'What would happen if I let a little slip about you and the fact that you left me in that orphanage for 10 years hoping you could just ignore me? Huh? I bet the parents of this school wouldn't like that would they? Would they?' I shouted at her throwing my hands in the air.
She then marches over me, her face red with anger and frustration; she raises her hand and slaps me in the face. The sound is as excruciating as the pain. My cheek is throbbing and I bring one hand to my face, the other in the air, ready to hit her back. As I take a swing, she stops my hand mid-way, her nails digging into my skin.
'Don't you dare threaten me again' she whispers at me menacingly.
'Or next time, I'll toss you to the streets and I won't give a crap about what the bloody reporters say, because you're not worth keeping do you hear me Alice? You're not worth it! That's why your father left you! Don't you understand that? My sister was lucky enough to die and not be stuck taking care of you.' Her words stung worse than any physical pain I could imagine. My heart ached as I took in her words.
She pushes me roughly back into the chair as I burst into tears.
She walks over back to her desk, fixing her hair and clothes. She sits down gently and starts to write something on a piece of paper.
I weep, my head in my hands as I contemplate her words, I can't help but believe her, though I know it's not true. I had always wondered why my father left, and to think he left because of me was my worst nightmare.
'Here's your detention slip.' She says bluntly, sticking out a red piece of paper.
I stand up and grab the piece of paper out of her hands.
'I hate you.' I say through sobs.
I turn around and leave the room as fast as I can.
I ran past the receptionist and Logan who's still sitting on the couch. Everything's a blur as I run at full speed.
I can hear Ms. Ling and Logan yelling after me but I just run. I know the one place, where I can be right now, and the one person I know I should be with.
I run outside the school block and down to the park nearby, I run through the oval and jump over the fence. I make into the entrance of the forest, I go inside and walk until I get myself lost then, when I tire myself out I sit in the middle of the forest, on a log and wait till Jake finds me. 'Cause I know he's the one and only person I can depend on right now.
Hey guys! So what did you think? Yes. I realise how long this chapter actually is compared to my other stories, so I apologize for the length.
And JADE PIMSOLS - .com/au/rubi-shoes/flats/JadePlimsol?sId=2152
Also, if you're wondering about the title, I got the idea from School of Rock when they talk about 'sticking it to the man' and it's sort of like the principal scene. Hope you got that. If not, don't worry just review!
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