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reviewing be honest and I'll get better!! I wont be able to update as much
as I'd like to (due to an evil dad, who is VERY protective over his
laptop!) but hopefully I will!
Before I start I just want to say a big hello to Amy! Thanks for all the reviews before and even though you probably won't understand most of this, I hope you'll review anyway!
Ok here goes, Lights, camera, ACTION! Oh by the way this is looking BACK at the story.
"Morgan, wake up love, it's alright. They've gone." Hunter was reassuring me, but I wasn't so sure. "Ok." I mumbled and slipped out of consciousness again.
When I awakened I was in my dorm. The green bunk beds and the creamy walls were a support when I had needed them most, but now I could barely think about staying here. The teachers used to be some of the most respected in my eyes, but were now below me. It was such a shock, I don't understand why it happened, but it did. I could hear Hunter shuffling about making calls to the airport to get away from here. I knew exactly where I wanted to go. I sat up and looked in the mirror. I had cuts up and down me, my face was black. He saw me waken and rushed over to me. "Morgan, are you ok? What happened, what can you remember?" He whispered in his thick British accent. "I'll start from the beginning," I replied.
(Morgan's POV)
The plane landed in a moor. The place was such a change from America. The fields were greener, the grass was longer, and it was easier to breath. Deer ran through the moor, prancing as they went. Wildlife surrounded me, wherever I looked. I was amazed. As I came off the plane, I looked through the crowd, looking for the description I had received in the post a matter of weeks ago. A red headed person, around my height. She should be wearing a green dress with a jacket on top. She sounds nice from the sounds of things I thought, before I saw her.
She looked like every kid's horror teacher, with the spectacles and the pointy nose that makes you think she's really strict. "Morgan....?" She asked in a Scottish voice. "Rowland's." I replied, trying to sound as polite as possible. Which wasn't very much according to her. "Manners please, I don't know what manners you learnt in Widows Vale, but here it's please, thank-you, sir and madam. Understand?" I was astounded. Did she hate me that bad from first meets? "Yes, madam." I said, gritting my teeth together. Manners! I have manners, its her that should reconsider them. I didn't like her, one bit. "Better. My name is Miss Dram, and I'm the leader of 'Coldbooth Academy.' You will be staying with an English girl and an Irish Girl." She spoke, the finished "Now come, no time to waste." I did nothing, but walk and revise all the herbs from the airport to the academy. We went in her car, a ford, to the place. It took around thirty minutes. We sat (and in her case drove) in complete silence. When I got there, I jumped out the car, got my luggage and gave one big look at the place.
It was massive. There was a garden the size of my old house there, filled with every herb I could recognise, and some others that I was sure to learn. The building itself was so detailed I could barely take it in. Drawings were engraved into the stone, pictures of plants, of symbols, runes, everything. "Come along now, no time to stop and stare." That croaky voice sounded. I flinched at how awful she had treated me. I detested her. Its strange how much I hated her but nothing could be done. I walked into this large building and found this was the school. Doors led off everywhere. Unfortunately, classes didn't start until next week so I had the chance to meet everyone, get to know my way around etc.
"Upstairs, room 178, and get out of my sight, I have guests." She screeched as she realised I was still here. I ran upstairs and looked around. There were a million staircases. Each had a little number on the wall. I looked, and found '160-180 rooms. Girls and boys.' Normally I would be uncomfortable with this, but I was too nervous about meeting my roommates than some boy.
The key was in a jar when I got to my room and there was a letter around it. It read 'Morgan Rowland's, this is your key. Do not loose it, or you will have to pay for it. Signed, Miss Ferter.' I went into my room. The walls were cream coloured, with green beds. Green for relaxation, I thought. The room was pretty big. There was another door, which led to a cupboard filled with three cupboards for our stuff.
Suddenly, there was a bang. I heard an "Oh bloody hell." Before a smash. I ran through. There was a smallish girl lying on the floor, laughing. Her suitcase was halfway across the room. As she got up, she introduced herself as Kailie. Her hair was light blond and went down past her waist. Her eyes were as blue as the sky. She was obviously popular, as I heard a wolf-whistle from the corridor. A guy came through into our room and shouted "Hey Kailie, watch out before you do that again." He looked at me strangely before saying "Hi, I'm Josh, Pleased to meet you. What's your name?" I laughed at Kailies expression as she tried to heave her suitcase onto her bed. "I'm Morgan, have you been here before?" I asked. "Yep, I been here for a good two years now, never been able to pass my test, so I keep coming back! You haven't been here before though, have you?" He questioned, "And who's your mam? It's a regular question around here, just so we know how famous your gonna be! This place is for the extreme ya know?" I gave him a look and he put the puppy eyes on so I answered, "My mother was Maeve of belwicket. And no I haven't been here!" I laughed. "Wow! You're going to be famous! Can I have your autograph?" He joked.
Kailie suddenly came back into the picture. "Ok Enough jokes Joshy, get out and unpack or croaks-a-lot will be after you!" Shoving him out the room she laughed at me. "Is croaks-a-lot the one with the glasses?" I asked opening my suitcase. "Yeah. 'She's a demon. Luckily you don't get her for many lessons!" She pulled out her antheme. "Wow, that looks beautiful." I gasped. The handle had green jewels encrusted onto it and the blade was shimmering. She was an earth figure I guessed. "Lemme see yours then!" I gently unwrapped mine. She was amazed by it. It's the Riodon atheme! That's famous around here! Are you a coven leader?" She squealed. "No I'm not in a coven at the minute." It was true. I had to leave the one back in America, because I couldn't really fly over every week, could I?
"You HAVE to join mine then!"
. A/n. What you think then? I know it's a bit long, but from the things I've been reading they want longer stories so there you go! If you want it shorter ill make it shorter! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
Before I start I just want to say a big hello to Amy! Thanks for all the reviews before and even though you probably won't understand most of this, I hope you'll review anyway!
Ok here goes, Lights, camera, ACTION! Oh by the way this is looking BACK at the story.
"Morgan, wake up love, it's alright. They've gone." Hunter was reassuring me, but I wasn't so sure. "Ok." I mumbled and slipped out of consciousness again.
When I awakened I was in my dorm. The green bunk beds and the creamy walls were a support when I had needed them most, but now I could barely think about staying here. The teachers used to be some of the most respected in my eyes, but were now below me. It was such a shock, I don't understand why it happened, but it did. I could hear Hunter shuffling about making calls to the airport to get away from here. I knew exactly where I wanted to go. I sat up and looked in the mirror. I had cuts up and down me, my face was black. He saw me waken and rushed over to me. "Morgan, are you ok? What happened, what can you remember?" He whispered in his thick British accent. "I'll start from the beginning," I replied.
(Morgan's POV)
The plane landed in a moor. The place was such a change from America. The fields were greener, the grass was longer, and it was easier to breath. Deer ran through the moor, prancing as they went. Wildlife surrounded me, wherever I looked. I was amazed. As I came off the plane, I looked through the crowd, looking for the description I had received in the post a matter of weeks ago. A red headed person, around my height. She should be wearing a green dress with a jacket on top. She sounds nice from the sounds of things I thought, before I saw her.
She looked like every kid's horror teacher, with the spectacles and the pointy nose that makes you think she's really strict. "Morgan....?" She asked in a Scottish voice. "Rowland's." I replied, trying to sound as polite as possible. Which wasn't very much according to her. "Manners please, I don't know what manners you learnt in Widows Vale, but here it's please, thank-you, sir and madam. Understand?" I was astounded. Did she hate me that bad from first meets? "Yes, madam." I said, gritting my teeth together. Manners! I have manners, its her that should reconsider them. I didn't like her, one bit. "Better. My name is Miss Dram, and I'm the leader of 'Coldbooth Academy.' You will be staying with an English girl and an Irish Girl." She spoke, the finished "Now come, no time to waste." I did nothing, but walk and revise all the herbs from the airport to the academy. We went in her car, a ford, to the place. It took around thirty minutes. We sat (and in her case drove) in complete silence. When I got there, I jumped out the car, got my luggage and gave one big look at the place.
It was massive. There was a garden the size of my old house there, filled with every herb I could recognise, and some others that I was sure to learn. The building itself was so detailed I could barely take it in. Drawings were engraved into the stone, pictures of plants, of symbols, runes, everything. "Come along now, no time to stop and stare." That croaky voice sounded. I flinched at how awful she had treated me. I detested her. Its strange how much I hated her but nothing could be done. I walked into this large building and found this was the school. Doors led off everywhere. Unfortunately, classes didn't start until next week so I had the chance to meet everyone, get to know my way around etc.
"Upstairs, room 178, and get out of my sight, I have guests." She screeched as she realised I was still here. I ran upstairs and looked around. There were a million staircases. Each had a little number on the wall. I looked, and found '160-180 rooms. Girls and boys.' Normally I would be uncomfortable with this, but I was too nervous about meeting my roommates than some boy.
The key was in a jar when I got to my room and there was a letter around it. It read 'Morgan Rowland's, this is your key. Do not loose it, or you will have to pay for it. Signed, Miss Ferter.' I went into my room. The walls were cream coloured, with green beds. Green for relaxation, I thought. The room was pretty big. There was another door, which led to a cupboard filled with three cupboards for our stuff.
Suddenly, there was a bang. I heard an "Oh bloody hell." Before a smash. I ran through. There was a smallish girl lying on the floor, laughing. Her suitcase was halfway across the room. As she got up, she introduced herself as Kailie. Her hair was light blond and went down past her waist. Her eyes were as blue as the sky. She was obviously popular, as I heard a wolf-whistle from the corridor. A guy came through into our room and shouted "Hey Kailie, watch out before you do that again." He looked at me strangely before saying "Hi, I'm Josh, Pleased to meet you. What's your name?" I laughed at Kailies expression as she tried to heave her suitcase onto her bed. "I'm Morgan, have you been here before?" I asked. "Yep, I been here for a good two years now, never been able to pass my test, so I keep coming back! You haven't been here before though, have you?" He questioned, "And who's your mam? It's a regular question around here, just so we know how famous your gonna be! This place is for the extreme ya know?" I gave him a look and he put the puppy eyes on so I answered, "My mother was Maeve of belwicket. And no I haven't been here!" I laughed. "Wow! You're going to be famous! Can I have your autograph?" He joked.
Kailie suddenly came back into the picture. "Ok Enough jokes Joshy, get out and unpack or croaks-a-lot will be after you!" Shoving him out the room she laughed at me. "Is croaks-a-lot the one with the glasses?" I asked opening my suitcase. "Yeah. 'She's a demon. Luckily you don't get her for many lessons!" She pulled out her antheme. "Wow, that looks beautiful." I gasped. The handle had green jewels encrusted onto it and the blade was shimmering. She was an earth figure I guessed. "Lemme see yours then!" I gently unwrapped mine. She was amazed by it. It's the Riodon atheme! That's famous around here! Are you a coven leader?" She squealed. "No I'm not in a coven at the minute." It was true. I had to leave the one back in America, because I couldn't really fly over every week, could I?
"You HAVE to join mine then!"
. A/n. What you think then? I know it's a bit long, but from the things I've been reading they want longer stories so there you go! If you want it shorter ill make it shorter! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
