This story idea popped into my head one night and I decided to type it up. I've been able to get over a dozen chapters written and I decided to post this story, the first in probably a year. This takes place after The Covenant movie, but not too long after. I hope you enjoy! Review for me please!
Breath. Keep calm, nothing will happen. No one will find out. You can make it to the end of the year and then you'll be leaving and they won't see you again. They're counting on you to not-
"Sophia, sweetheart?" I was broken out of my thoughts when I heard my mom outside my door. "Ya, Mom." I replied before the door opened and she leaned against the doorframe. "Almost ready?" She asked. I nodded and stood up off my bed, walking over to my dresser. I picked up my saint medal and latched it around my neck before I picked up my backpack and followed my mom out of my bedroom.
In the kitchen, my dad was already sipping his daily large cup of coffee. "Morning." He smile at me. "Morning, Dad." I replied before I filled my travel mug and took a sip. "Ready, Mom?" I asked her. She smiled and looked at my dad. "Actually, these are for you." She said, holding out a key ring. "You're letting me drive?" I asked hesitantly. "No, these are yours, mine are in my purse." She replied. My eyes almost bugged out of my head. "You got me a car?" I asked happily. They both smiled. "We thought it we be a start to getting your independence back." Dad replied.
I set my mug down and ran around the counter. "Thank you, Daddy." I said, hugging me before I hugged my mom. "Thanks, Mom." I hesitantly took the keys from her, a small part in my mind still not believing this. "Home an hour after school is over. Call if you will be late or are stopping anywhere." My dad told me in a serious tone, pointing a finger at me. "Yes, sir." I replied. "I'm gonna go, I don't want to be late on my first day." I told them. "Have a good day, sweetheart." I heard my mom say before I left.
Once I found a space in the student parking, I grabbed my bag and locked it before I made my way to the front office, which was luckily on the same side of the campus as student parking. "Can I help you, young lady?" The secretary asked in an irritated tone. "I'm new and was told to report to the Provost this morning." I replied. "One moment." She muttered before she picked up the phone. "Provost, a new student is here to see you." After a minute she put the phone down and, without looking up at me, told me, "Go on in."
I walked around her desk and knocked on the door with a sign that read 'Provost'. "Come in." I heard a deep voice reply before I opened it, walked in, and closed it behind me. "Provost." I said, nodding at him. "Ah, Miss Brighton. Please sit." He said, smiling when he saw me walk down the short hallway into his office. "Now, I haven't been able to look at your file to its fullest extent. One of our counselors is out on maternity leave and my secretary isn't the best person." He smiled and I laughed. "I noticed." I commented before he continued. "So I have had to handle our senior activities." "Of course, it's understandable." I smiled.
He reached to the side and picked up a rather thick file, mainly because of a manila envelope taking up half the file. As soon as he opened the file, his eyes fell on the envelope before he glanced up at me. "Despite your-setbacks-you have an excellent academic record." He told me, smiling again. "Thank you, sir." I replied, nodding. "Now, I will go through your file further, but for now here is your class schedule and a campus map. Once I go through your file, if you feel like any of your classes are an issue for any reason, just let me know." "I will, I'm sure they won't be a problem." I told him. "Well, I'll let you get going to your morning classes." He smiled before I walked out.
I spent the next fifteen minutes going over my map and schedule before heading towards my first class after dropping my backpack and empty coffee mug in my locker. As I saw the door at the end of the hall, the bell rang and I heard feet echoing from different directions. "And we begin." I muttered before I continued down the hall. "Can I help you?" I looked at the desk and saw a man around my parents' age in a tweed suit. "I'm new, Sophia Brighton." I told him. "Ah yes! I'm Professor Olsen. Grab a textbook. I hope I won't bore you with the lecture today." He smiled at me, making me smile myself.
My parents had found out when I was little that my 'learning curve' was strange, so they took me to a doctor; the kind that gave you the diagnosis of ADHD, autistic, and other such things. The doctor told me that I had a strangely high IQ and test results , advising my parents to keep me homeschooled until I was old enough I could handle the pressure of a normal school with being so smart.
"I think I can sit through it." I told him before I walked around his desk and picked up a literature textbook that I remember using when I was twelve. I turned and found a seat in the already half-full room. "Morning everyone." Professor Olsen said, the other students slowly growing silent. "Today we will be continuing yesterday's discussion on Hamlet. Now, if anyone did last night's reading, can anyone infer why Hamlet does not kill his uncle and step-father Claudius while he is in his bedroom confessing?"
"He doesn't want to give him the chance of going to heaven." I looked to the other side of the room to where the voice came from. I saw a guy with cropped black hair, dark eyes, and a deep tan sitting around three other guys and they all seemed comfortable, making them out as friends. The one sitting next to Mr. Prom King had shoulder-length dirty-blond hair and a lighter complexion. On the other side of Abercrombie was another boy with black shaggy hair and light eyes-probably green or blue and looking a little scared of the attention in his general direction. Shy Boy was sitting next to Skater Boy, who had blond hair in a bowl cut, also with light eyes and finger-less gloves on his hands. "Good, Mr. Danvers." Prom King nodded his head, telling me he was the one who answered.
"Anyone else?" Professor Olsen asked. I smiled before I spoke. "He didn't want to give Claudius the chance of going to heaven, like Mr. Danvers said, because at this point in the play he knew Claudius was the one who killed King Hamlet. The reason behind this is because he didn't want to give his uncle the luxury that his father wasn't-a final confession and a sure chance at going to heaven." Professor Olsen smiled brightly. "I'm impressed, Miss Brighton. You were able to read Hamlet at your last school?" He asked.
I shrugged. "No, I read it when I was ten, didn't completely understand some parts until I read it again when I was twelve. This was one of the easier Scenes to figure out the meaning." I replied. "It seems you might have some competition, Mr. Danvers, for that valedictorian spot." Professor Olsen told Prom King. Everyone laughed and Prom King smiled while Abercrombie next to him punched him in the shoulder playfully.
The rest of my classes were normal, I didn't have any show-off moments after Literature, but it seemed word had spread that the new girl had one-upped Caleb Danvers, the guy who had been in-line for valedictorian since he was in elementary school. It wasn't until my last class-Chemistry-that I started to grow weary. I was lucky to sit in the back of the lab quietly and take the needed notes before I bolted out of the room when the last bell rang.
After I threw my books I wouldn't need in my locker, I quickly made it to my care to leave before traffic backed-up too much. "Shit!" I said when I rounded the back of a tall truck, running into someone before I fell to the ground, the book and binder in my hands going with me. "Damn it. I'm sorry." I heard a deep male voice say before a hand reached down to help me to my feet.
I looked up and saw Prom King with Abercrombie, Skater Boy, and Shy Boy behind him. I grabbed Prom King's hand and let him pull me to my feet before he reached down and picked up the rest of my stuff off the ground, handing it to me. "I thought we had Chemistry homework?" He asked, smiling when he noticed I didn't have my backpack with me and the only book I had was for history homework. I smiled and nodded. "We did, but I finished it while the Professor was lecturing." I replied.
"You were able to do the homework while she was giving the lecture on Galvanic Systems?" Prom King asked, raising an eyebrow. The other three chuckled, all four probably assuming I was the kind of person who showed off in class but never did the homework or took notes. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. "Ask me again in the morning. Watch out for the second system, it'll kick your ass, Prom King." I told him, the other three laughing at my nickname for him before I walked by them and to my car. I managed to get out of the parking lot without much difficulty.
The next morning, I pulled into the parking lot a little later than yesterday since I actually ate breakfast before leaving the house. As I pulled into the same spot as yesterday, I saw Prom King and his three friends leaning against a black H3 Hummer. I laughed and shook my head as I turned the car off and got out. "So, believe me now?" I asked him as I walked up to them. He chuckled. "Ya." He replied, smiling. "I'm Caleb. These are my friends Reid, Pogue, and Tyler." He pointed to each of them as he said their names; Skater Boy was now Reid, Abercrombie was Pogue, and Shy Boy was Tyler. "Sophia." I replied. "So, you as good at other stuff as you are English and Chemistry?" Tyler asked, seeming the most comfortable leaning against the car, which I took to mean it belong to him. I shrugged my shoulder. "It's only the second day, you'll have to see. This your car?" I asked him.
"How'd you guess?" Reid asked. "Most people thinks it's his car since he takes my keys all the time." Tyler informed me. "I just notice things other people don't." I replied. "What kinda things?" Reid asked, smirking at me. I rolled my eyes. "Things that tell me you manage to get any girl to fall for you with one smoldering look their way. Most of which you quickly blow-off for the next because you're the kind of guy who isn't to be tied down to a permanent relationship." I told him, his smirk falling off his face and appearing on mine.
His three friends laughed loudly, Tyler punching him in the shoulder. "Shut up!" He said in aggravation before stomping away. "Sorry, he asked, I answered." I told the other three. "Don't worry about it." Pogue said, waving his hand. "Well, I should get going." I told them before I walked away. "Hey!" I turned to look back at them as I slowly walked backwards. "Want to sit with us at lunch?" Caleb asked. "Sure." I replied before I turned and continued at my normal pace into the school.
While I was sitting in my Geography class before lunch, I was sitting in my seat in the very back and was turning my pen around in my hand as I watched the Professor lecture. I didn't notice until my hand hit the bottom of the page before I looked down at my notebook and saw I had started scribbling random mathematical sequences and other formulas in the paper along with jumbles of words and letters. I quickly closed the notebook before the person two seats over saw it and asked if I could go to the nurse. Once I was out of the classroom, I checked out, saying I was feeling sick, and drove home.