Hey! Im Wisdom Shine and I wrote this fan fiction. If you can find out my real name then i will send you the chapters before i post them here. Ill give you a hint… GREEK yogurt. My email is Email me what name you think and i will tell you whether or not you guessed right. People who guess the first name right get half a chapter, people who guess my second name right get half and for both names you get a full chapter. Then i keep updating you. :) okay now that i've got that done lets begin!
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Hi. I'm Blaire. I want you to know about my time at the all boy school, Dalton.
_this is the beginning of the story_
You probably only know my daddy, Dan Dalton. That's right. Dan Dalton, the owner of Dalton and many other companies around the world. But i'm Blaire Dalton, the daughter he hid from the world. He did everything he could to shield me but I finally got sick of it! I should have been with friends at the mall! Going to school everyday! But no. I shopped online and had a private tutor. I finally cracked one day on our private golf course (supplied by Daddy's friend, Tiger). I set off with my pedal to the floor of my golf cart. I finally found him on the last hole, the 9th. I pulled my dark waist length hair out of my ponytail and tied it in pigtails. He couldn't say no when I looked like what I did when I was four. I came up and we started chatting. One thing led to another and all of a sudden I was getting a HOUSE on the DALTON ACADEMY GROUNDS to go to school with BOYS! I don't know how this happened but I was thinking more of their sister school but instead, Daddy just had to make me go to school with BOYS. I couldn't believe it. The next day my dad had called Steve and had already sent over a brand new iMac, Macbook Pro, iPad and an iPhone(home phone) for the house. Construction had started on it and a 2 story house was being erected right by the teachers quarters. Everything was moving so fast. I jumped in my red bug and decided to go straight there. I needed to see the house, the grounds, the everything. I put on on a comforting outfit, jeggings, tank, Uggs. The drive was long, though 10 minutes of it just involved getting out of our property, but nonetheless it was nerve wracking. As soon as I saw the sign I couldn't bring myself to turn. I made a U-turn and tried again. Much better. I smoothed into my dad's parking spot and flounced off into the school. I didn't even bother going to the front desk to sneak up on Samantha. I walked right into a set of double doors and into the cafe. Good. Nobody was here. I walked down the hall and straight into another hall and into another hall and into another hall. Good lord! I had gotten myself lost, in practically my own school, too. I heard voices and followed them. It was a deep voice and a slightly girly voice. I peeked around the corner and saw them. A smoking hot dark haired boy and a pretty brown haired boy. They were stifling giggles when the taller one with brown hair turned around. I ducked behind the wall and the dark haired one turned the corner. His eyes passed over the bench I was crouching behind and over to the other bench.
"Nope! I don't see anything. It must have been your imagination." The shorter one with the black, gelled hair said.
"But I could have sworn I saw a gucci purse, right there…" the tall one said with pointing arm movements.
"You must be stressed or something from the math test. There is absolutely nothing there." He grabbed the confused boy's hand and led him away. I sighed loudly and walked down the hall, back where I came from, but right as I turned I saw a new person looking at me.
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Falling into my bed I grabbed my iPad. I picked out all my black and red skirts from my digital closet. Better than walking through my skirt closet. Finally, I called my dad in.
"What?" he said. He was still upset at me for leaving without telling him.
"I need to get some blazers, shirts and ties for school." I waved the iPad's closet at him. He motioned me to move and sat down on the bed next to me, silently scrolling through my closet and searching for whatever he was looking for.
"Ahhhh. Found it." A new folder opened on the screen already filled with what I had requested. All were in my size with a bit of girly flair. I put the document of clothing I had created in an email and sent it to Jeff, my favorite stylist. He would come in the morning to collect my wardrobe and send it to the house and then see what cosmetics would be best. I desperately need some girl talk. I called him next .
Ring. Ring. RIng. Ring. You've got Jeff! Sorry I didn't pick up, too busy being FABULOUS! Leave a message after the beep.
UGH! No one. I put together the rest of the clothing I would need and fell asleep.
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The blinds opened, music filled the room, the shower turned on. I climbed out of bed and sat down in front of my radio picking a station. I got ready for what could either be the best or worst day of my life. I shrugged on a Dalton blazer and loosened my tie. My black body-con skirt paired well with the white button up and the loose tie. My hair fell in soft curls down my back instead of straight down and my makeup said "I'm ready to learn and be cute, all at the same time." I was ready. My bug was already at the house so I had to use my totally cliche yellow porsche. Driving to school was a nightmare. I wasn't sure if I should cry, or smile. I counted the pros:
1. It's a normal school with actual people
2. There will be boys
3. I can make friends with the gay boys, there have to be some there
4. I get a house to myself
5. I can focus on my academics?
I scratched out the last one. I pulled into the brand new parking space for me. Labelled in simple letters, Blaire. I climbed out of the car my Louis Vuitton messenger bag strapped tightly to my body. I sneaked by Samantha and grabbed a golf cart painted gold. The only one on the campus and it was mine! I could feel things looking up. I drove to the house and climbed warily to my room. A smile broke over my face as I looked at it. An exact replica of the one at home, and boy did those workers do a good job and fast. I collected my books, changed my bag and, for a bit of courage, put on a push up bra.
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I never felt more insecure in my life. I had been to red carpet events, met stars and the most elite over a slice of pizza and the seemingly endless stream of boys made me feel like everything about me was wrong. I walked into a teachers bathroom and fluffed my hair, fixed my perfect makeup and adjusted my skirt. I gave myself a hard look in the mirror, steeled myself and walked into my first class. Sitting down in a seat in the corner made me feel safe. my back was pressed into the nook and the velvet seat cushion made sure for no wrinkles on any article of clothing. I took out my Tiffany pen and titled my notes. But then, the worst thing happened. Ms. Ambler said the words I had dreaded. "Our new student, Blaire is here." All the eyes in the room shifted towards the person Ms. Ambler had mentioned. Some were mumbling about how they couldn't see me and others about how strange my name was for a guy, that is until they really saw me. "Stand up Blaire, sweetie! So everyone can say Hello." With a big breath I stood and a silence filled the room. I was the first girl at Dalton.
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As I walked out of class into the history hall more people had gotten wind that a girl was attending Dalton. I only had eyes for two though. The two boys from the other day were sitting in the back of the hall on the benches. I flounced down the hallway straight to them and linked arms. Before they knew it, we were already out of the history hall and in the cafe. The brown haired boy spoke first "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Blaire. Blaire Da- Blaire, the new kid. I want you guys to be my tour guides for the day. Besides, I'll be in all your classes if you want!" That was close. I don't want people to know exactly who I am right now. Looks of confusion spread across their faces. "You guys don't get it, do you? I am now in all of your classes. You will show me around. You are going to be helping me. Got it?" I spoke slowly for them.
The dark haired one extended his hand, "Got it. I'm Blaine and my friend is Kurt."
"Well Blaine, Kurt, looks like you have got a new best friend!" Once again we linked arms and headed to French. Sitting down now I fired a text to whoever the teacher was, I couldn't pronounce her name but neither could half the kids there.
Could you please not announce that I am here? 3 Blaire 3
I slid my iPhone into my bag and pulled out the homework due today. Kurt and Blaine couldn't believe it though. This girl not only managed to do the homework for the whole week, but she managed to switch all of her classes and she had the teacher's phone number! I flashed a smile before getting to work. This class was effortless! Blaine said everything with the cutest American accent and Kurt had the whole thing down pat. I was translating Lady Gaga songs while the rest of the class still struggled with a few concepts. I couldn't help but notice ,though, the way Kurt smiled at Blaine, Blaine to Kurt. I knew that look. Kurt liked Blaine! Fantastic! I now had my gay friend. Jotting down my pros on my hand I crossed of gay boys. A sense of euphoria came over me for the rest of the day and didn't even mind going to some sort of choir practice. All I knew was that the boys were hot, I was doing good academically, and I had made some friends and found some crushes. Life couldn't get any better. For now at least.
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So far so good right?Im not the best writer in the world so let me clarify a few things. The person who saw her in the hallway was not Blaine or Kurt. The person plays a crucial part later in the story. This IS a Klaine story. I'm just setting everything up, so don't think i'm writing just about Blaire. Next chapter will be Blaine's POV and then chapter 3 will be Kurt's. Please review and i will be most happy! :)