I know I'm writing a lot of stories at once but I'm trialling stories and if they don't get mnay reviews then I'll stop posting them. :)
Please tell me what you think. This is set in Shadow Kiss, but Mason didn't die, Dimitri's still alive and Mia is a friend.
I don't own Vampire Academy, that would be Richelle Mead.
Sorry, this is short. But like I said, it's only a trial chapter. Normally my chapters are short though and with this one, I thought that if I made it longer I would start going on about things that didn't matter. So... I stopped it. ;)
Okay, Now to the story...

Rose

So, my punishment for bashing up Jesse in front of EVERYONE was that I had to get involved with the new school newletter that would be published every week. Doesn't sound too bad, huh? That would be where you're wrong. You see, they'd asked me to write an advice column. Me, giving advice to others, while I was having so many troubles! I should've been the one getting the advice. But, it was this or cleaning out the church storage room every week for the next two months! I had begged to be able to write anonymously and they accepted, Lucky for me. A story would be sent around that I was sorting out papers for Kirova when I would really be going to her office to write my column. Not even Lissa was allowed to know.

I sighed, as I sat in Kirova's office, sorting through the pile of letters that had already flooded in.

To Advice Chick,
I think my boyfriend is cheating on me. He's hanging out with this other girl and gave her a card yesterday! Should I break up with him?
Angry at Cupid

I shook my head, staring at the letter. This was stupid! Maybe, her boyfriend had a good friend that happened to be a girl. I scribbled out a reply and handed it to Kirova.
"I hardly think that is appropriate language, Rosemarie," she began, "If you're not willing to take this seriously, there are a lot of old files that need sorting in the storage room..."
"I am being serious!" I snapped, "This girl is the most stuck up bi..."
"Rose!" Kirova yelled. I cringed.
"I'm sorry Kirova, but..."
"You'll address me as Headmistress Kirova."
"Yeah, whatever. The thing is, Headmistress, these people wouldn't know problems if they came up and kicked them in the face! I mean, look at this one. 'My Mathematics teacher gave me some really hard homework that I can't do. Do you know the answer to a2+5xy squared?' I'm an advice columnist not a mathematician!" I told her.
"Well, You'll just have to search through all these letters until you find one you think is worthy," Kirova then walked out of her office, leaving me with a pile of stupid letters.

That storage room was looking better and better.