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Chapter One: Welcome To Alton Academy

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An excerpt from one of Blossom Utonium's highly celebrated novels, Autumn Showers.

"My first day at my new school should have been a warning. I should have turned around and walked right out those huge double doors the moment I stepped in. But damn it... I stayed."

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The boy hefted the knife in his hand and grinned wickedly.

"Your time's up, sweetheart. Now, you die."

He advanced on the girl cowering on the ground. Her eyes were wide, and she was paralyzed with fear.

"No," she whimpered "No, please!"

The boy took no notice. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, exposing her bare neck. She shrieked in terror and flailed wildly.

"No, don't! Stop it! Stop!"

He grinned again.

"Lights out."

In one swift motion, he slit her throat. Her scream was cut short and faded to a gurgle. The boy let her body fall to the floor with a thud. He nudged the corpse with his foot, and nodded in satisfaction. He dropped the knife and slowly walked off, back into the shadows. There was silence for a moment.

"…And scene!"

The boy re-entered and the girl stood up. They high-fived each other and hopped off the stage. They walked back to their seats amid the applause of their classmates. A young man in his mid twenties stood up from his seat in the front row and turned to face the class.

"James, Rachel, nicely done. Very intense and… violent."

A few of the guys hooted in approval.

"Yes, yes, you're savages. You should be proud."

The class laughed at his sarcasm, and he cracked a smile.

"Alright, everyone who hasn't presented yet will go tomorrow. The bell rings in five minutes. Do as you please for the rest of the period. As long as it's legal."

"What?" one boy called in protest from the back row.

"Quiet down, Felix." He responded.

"Aw, c'mon Asher! Where's your sense of adventure?"

"Felix, the next time you call me by my first name, I swear I'll have you scalped." Despite his words, his bright blue eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Right on, Mr. H!" The boy laughed and thrust his fist in the air. The teacher rolled his eyes and shook his head. The kids all began talking amidst themselves.

Just then, one of the double doors swung open and a girl poked her head into the room. The teacher noticed her first.

"Ah, you must be Blossom Utonium, if I'm not mistaken? Come on in, we don't bite. Much."

The rest of the class chuckled and turned to look at the new girl.

Her hair was a very light brown, almost auburn colored, and pulled back in a loose ponytail. A few strands of hair had fallen out of the ponytail, and fell into her face. She had on the school uniform- a plain white button down shirt beneath a dark blue blazer that had the school's crest on the left breast, complete with a dark blue school skirt. Her red school tie hung perfectly around her neck. A worn, black messenger bag was slung over her shoulder. To the dismay of the male population of the class, she wore a baggy brown cardigan sweater underneath her blazer that completely covered any curves that she had.

She stepped into the room, letting the door swing shut behind her. She walked down the center aisle to the front of the class, her black shoes making no sound against the faded reddish carpet. The young man held his hand out to her, and she shook it.

"I'm Asher Honeycutt, Theatre Director here at Alton. I'll get you caught up on all you need to know tomorrow, because this period ends in-" he glanced at his watch "-eight seconds. " As one, the kids began to yell a countdown.

"…Six…Five…Four…Three…Two…One!"

The second they called out the last number, as if on cue, the bell rang. They cheered, gathered their things, and headed up the aisles and out of the theatre. Several guys tried to approach Blossom, but she just smiled politely and ducked past them.

She pushed open the heavy, polished wood door and slipped into the main hallway. She looked around, bewildered by the hive of activity. Kids ran around, laughing and talking loudly. Lockers slammed, people shouted across the hall to each other, and one kid was playing a saxophone. In the hallway. A few guys were break dancing, and one girl on a skateboard ollied down a flight of stairs. Another bell rang, and the mob all moved in the same direction; upstairs. Blossom followed and soon found herself swept up in the wave of kids. The next thing she knew, she was outside.

She blinked as the bright sunlight stung her eyes. Up ahead was a winding cobblestone pathway that led to the fountain in the center of the academy. Fortunately, the crowd had thinned out and she could see her surroundings. And breathe again. To one side of the academy, she could make out three huge gray stone buildings. Dorms. Great. She took a deep breath before heading towards them.

Blossom hated the idea of dorms. Having to live in a small space with three or four other girls… she shuddered. She's had roommates before, and they'd all turned out to be bitches. She didn't have very high hopes for this place, either.

Blossom had reached the dorm buildings. She stopped next to a sign that read, 'Welcome to the Alton Academy of Music and the Arts'. She looked up at the stone buildings looming over her. Above the doorway of each building was a large crest etched into the stone. On the building to the left, the crest was a fish clamped between the jaws of a bear. The crest of the building in the middle, dead ahead, was that of fierce dragon with a diamond clenched in one claw and a skull in another. Blossom made her way to the building on the far right. She glanced up at the crest. It was an owl grasping a scroll in its talons. Blossom nodded to herself. It was simple, elegant. She pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The dorm was significantly cooler in temperature than the weather outside. She figured it was probably air-conditioned. There wasn't much to see downstairs. In fact, there wasn't really a downstairs at all. There was a narrow, winding set of stairs carved from stone, but that was pretty much it. Blossom climbed the stairs.

At the top, they opened into a much bigger room. There was a large flat-screen television mounted on the left wall, a few feet away from a large beige couch. The floor was covered in thick, dark blue carpet. A mini-fridge was pushed up against the far wall, opposite the stairs, right next to a large window. A hallway branched off from there. Blossom assumed that led to the bedrooms. Another couch, this one smaller than the other and white in color, was pushed up against the right wall. It faced a pool table. The table was in good condition; it looked as if it had barely been used. Resting on the top of the table was a little plush white owl.

She smiled at the sight of it.

Here she was in a dorm full of high school girls, and one of them had a little stuffed owl. She reached out to touch it, but she never got the chance. Someone came up behind her, grabbed her shoulder roughly and spun her around. She just barely had time to register the girl's face before she hauled back and punched Blossom in hers.

~End Of Chapter~

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