Ok, so this is my first try at writing a story seriously. It is all my own work and I'm sorry if its really bad. Either way I hope you enjoy it! :D
Chapter 1
"Detention," she said, her words full of poison, ice, malice and just about every other unpleasantness that can be expressed in a single word. We looked at each other with panic-stricken faces. We knew that Miss Greenwood had been out to get us since day 1 of the school year and now that time had come. Fortunately the bell chose that minute to ring and we dashed off to English, leaving the remains of our food on the table for Miss G to clean up. She'd get us for it later, but we were safe for now. Walking to the classroom, we all turned to stare at Ed.
"What?" she asked, looking puzzled. "I honestly didn't do anything this time."
Hope raised an eyebrow. "Really?" she asked.
Ed nodded, her face the picture of innocence. Because we all believed her. Not.
English passed way too quickly. It is definitely my favourite subject as we have Mr Jameson who is the best teacher at this school. English lessons will never be the same when he leaves at the end of the year. It was October then.
Unfortunately he wasn't in that day, so we had a cover teacher who basically kept leaving the room every two minutes. In the significantly less fun lesson, we were told to write all about ourselves, what we really think about school and life. I considered this carefully. I didn't know what to write. I didn't want to swear and I didn't want to say things that were too mean, just in case it was shown to the headmistress. Eventually I just decided to write it, and then edit parts out later. I then spent the rest of the lesson trying to make up the time I'd spent dithering.
Chapter 2
All about me
Well, my name is Blair Robson. I'm average height and I have long brown hair and grey eyes. I'm in the top set at school, but I'm not the best at anything. I'm pretty average at art, music and drama and when it comes to PE, I'm best described as athletically challenged. Except for swimming, I'm ok at that.
I love reading, as do all of my friends. It has also been said that I have an over active imagination. I'm not dirty-minded or anything, I just can't concentrate on anything boring and come up with nutty daydreams instead. This girl is still waiting for the owl to bring her letter to Hogwarts. I have also had some of the most bizarre dreams ever, including the magic mop and the loch ness monster in the swimming pool. Don't ask.
It doesn't help that I go to the most boring and suckish school ever: Milton Girls' School. It seems to be an ordinary school, but the reality is so much worse. We have a seriously horrendous uniform. You may have seen us in the hideous bright red blazers that we are forced to keep on in 20* heat (this is England; 20* is hot here); the skirts that are so much fun to hold down on windy days; and the dreaded winter berets that so ridiculous, they never make it out of the gates. Added to this, the food is mainly inedible and most of the teachers are demonic freaks. I'm practically asleep in most lessons and the ones where I'm not are taught by evil teachers like Miss Greenwood. The exception to this rule is English with Mr Jameson.
The worst part of all this is that we don't even get to home on a night. That's right, Milton is a boarding school. It's full of teenage girls, whose parents don't care about them. We have all been left to die slowly of immense boredom. It's so sad…
The only thing that stops we going mad (well, even more so) is my amazing friends. There are six of us and we are always together, we even share a room. We are highly immature and many people don't seem to get us. We don't care. There's Annie Phillips, the loud one; Abby Blakefield (It's Abby with a y. If you spell it ie then she goes off it), the sporty one; Grace Anderson, the girly one; Ed Barras, the mad one; Hope Johnson, the relatively sane one; and me, Blair. I don't know which 'one' I am. Maybe I'm the ditzy one (I'm insanely forgetful), or the imaginative one, or maybe just the average one. I'm really nothing special.
However, even though we all love each other (not in THAT way), not everyone feels the same. WE are 6 girls who are slightly mad, are total bookworms and are in the top set. Also, 4 of us had really nerdy glasses last year (thank the Lord for contacts). Needless to say, 'Randoms' and 'Nerd Herd' are some of the nicer names we've been called.
This is mainly the work of 1 person; the girl who makes Miss Greenwood look like Miss Honey. Her name is Chloe Morgan, demon child and my ex best friend.
Chloe and I were best friends throughout primary school and we were so excited when we both started Milton at the start of Year 7. We began to drift apart that year, but we stayed friends. However everything changed back in September. Libby Rivers, the most popular and bitchy girl in our year was left without a best friend. Chloe instantly left us behind and slimed up to Libby. Nowadays, the only time she comes near us is to make our lives a misery. There is no escape as she is in most of the same classes as me. It's kind of depressing. Miss Greenwood loves Libby and Chloe, but that's no surprise as they probably learned about evil from her.
Despite my hideous school life, I am a pretty optimistic person. I try to see the good n life and I don't care if people think I'm weird. I choose to think that they are the wierdos and I am normal. The only thing is, I wish my life were more exciting. I wish on a daily basis that some of the things I read in fantasy books were true. Oh well, a girl can dream.
Chapter 3
I put down my pen. My wrist had seized up from writing. I knew I'd have to edit parts out from my essay, but I wasn't doing that in detention, where I was currently sitting. I glanced round the dimly lit classroom. There was still half an hour to go and I was immensely bored. Annie and Abby were having a staring competition in the corner and it was really hard not to laugh at their faces. Grace was staring out the window, Hope was absent-mindedly doodling on her books and Ed was actually asleep.
We were sitting there under the hawk-like stare of Miss Greenwood, who strangely couldn't see what the others were doing. Instead, her gaze was fixed on me, as if she was imagining something falling on top of me. I looked up to see if anything was suspended on a rope above my head, but there wasn't. She kept on staring and I felt my skin prickle. Something wasn't right, I could feel it. Something was about to happen, but I didn't know what.
As soon as I'd thought this, something did happen. The room began to fill with a sinister black smoke and I began to feel drowsy. The others were beginning to nod off too. Ed snored loudly, but that's just typical Ed. I fought to stay awake, and as I did so I caught a glimpse of Miss Greenwood. Her eyes were glowing a creepy red, and I thought I saw what looked like giant bat wings unfolding from the back of her frumpy dress.
Now, I've read a lot of fantasy novels but even someone who hasn't would have known that what was happening was bad, very bad. It was with this thought that I blacked out, and my head hit the desk.
Ta-da! I don't know what you thought of that. If you liked it, please review. Even if you hated it, please review (actually maybe not...). Hopefully I'll post some more soon. :D
Oh, and if anyone comes up with any bright ideas for titles could you let me know. Random Story is a pretty bad title...