Strange Days at Blake Holsey High
Chapter 1: Coincide? I think not.
Aryn shut the passenger side door of the fancy new car her mother had rented to try and impress the headmistress of the expensive boarding school called Blake Holsey Preparatory School, and dropped her bags on the concrete. Aryn's mother said, "Good luck, and please try and make friends at this one. I have met some of the students and they really are quite nice. But, keep up those grades or it's to public school for you." Aryn knew sending her to public school was an empty threat, because it would disgrace the family name. Her mom could care less about her grades other than the fact that she had to get a scholarship to some Ivy League college, because her mom was not going to "be one of those mothers who give their daughters everything." Meeting people would not be hard here at this tiny school, but making friends was something Aryn did not want to do. The car roared to life behind her and sped fire quickly down the road, leaving Aryn all alone in this new school. Her mother had done it to her many times before, this was her eighth prep school in three years and ever since the third one her mother stopped coming in with her. Aryn was amazed that this wonderful school would take such a burden like her on as a student. Aryn had been kicked out of, or taken out of, all her other schools for different reasons one was for lack of school spirit, another was for doing a class assignment during assembly repeatedly. None of them were for actual trouble like vandalizing school property, or bringing illegal substances on school grounds which she had both been blamed for, and her mother took her out for wrong accusation; they would have kicked her out anyway.
Aryn stared at the looming steps to the front of the school, and mounted them steadily with her bags in her hands. She was to report to the headmistresses office immediately so she could be assigned a room number and a class schedule. Aryn walked the hallway to room 114, and set her bags down so she could knock on the hard wood door. A lady of her mid ages opened the door and smiled, "Miss Cahill, how nice to see you, dear. I do hope you will come in and join me for tea...?" She asked it like a question, as if she could refuse her. Aryn bobbed her head in a yes fashion and Mrs. Durst smiled, "Good, good. Please, come in and we can have that little talk." Aryn knew she most likely did not have tea in her room, and all she had wanted was to talk, but she sighed heavily. Suddenly someone bumped into her from behind and made her hit her head on the door. She let out an "Ouch," before turning back to the person who had run into her. It was some weird guy who was staring up at her from the floor. "Why don't you watch where you're going, jerk." Aryn rubbed her head where it had hit the door, and glared at the man on the floor. Principal Durst came to the door to see what was the matter. "Oh! Mr. Pearson, I am so dreadfully sorry. I am sure that this is just a big misunderstanding. Miss. Cahill, into my office if you please and I will be able to sort this all out." Aryn looked at the man on the floor and glared at him before picking up her bags and going inside the small room and sat on a hard backed chair across from the desk.
Aryn waited a few minutes for Mrs. Durst return, in those few minutes she summed her up in two words: Pack Rat. She had so many baubles all over her small office and almost everything was some shade of pink. Aryn shuddered and Mrs. Durst walked in. She smoothed her hands down her jacket and pulled out a hankey and wiped her face. "Now, Miss. Cahill, let us have that talk now."
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Aryn walked out of the office with as much enthusiasm as deflated ball. She had a room key and she was given a hand drawn map of the school, but she knew she was going to loose it within the first day. She walked up a flight of stairs up to the dorm rooms, and turned to the left and into the girl's dorm area. Two bubbly girls wearing cheerleading uniforms sprinted down the hallways with smiles plastered on their faces. Aryn dodged them by flattening herself against the white washed wall, they giggled past and ran down the hall. Freaks. Who would want to go running around in short skirts cheering for a sports team that probably was not even good. Aryn sighed and looked at her room key, it was to room 266. She looked at the doors and the numbers on the doors, she was at room 248. Aryn walked down the hall and found room 266 easily, it was on the left hand side of the hallway. She set her bags down on the hallway and put the key into the door and turned it.
Inside was a room with two beds; one was very neat and tidy, the second one was unkept and messy. She looked around, there was no where to put her stuff, this was not her room. Aryn sighed and sat down on the floor, she got out her C.D. player and put the headphones on and pushed 'Play.' The Distillers lead singer Brody Dalle rang out into her ears, and pulsated her to fall asleep.