Hi guys! This is my first story, I'm really excited about it, and I hope you all give me awesome comments so I can improve my writing! Tell me what you think.
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Lexa is a student at Trikru Academy, top in her class at Fencing, very popular and has a knack for chess. So what happens when Clarke, the new girl enrols?
Chapter 1
A* again! Lexa was on a roll this morning, first two periods were the same in her test and now this! Anya would be so proud of her...
"Trikru Academy is one of the most prestigous schools in America, some students can go on to become great leaders, embracing their dreams and benefitting society." , Lexas' eyes scanned over the golden shiny plaque for what felt like the 100th time, mentally making sure to blink. A figure shifted uncomfortably to her right and another in front kept gesturing with his hands. Lexa sighed deeply, knowing it wouldn't end here. As the headmaster finished his speech and shook hands with her sister, Lexa stood and left the office.
As soon as they were in the car and away from anyone with prying ears, Anya turned towards her, her words a flurry of questions as she clenched the steering wheel.
"What were you thinking!? How many has it been now? Three! Three in the last god damn month! This has to stop Lexa, I dont care what he did but you can't go around hurting people if they aren't threatening you. Honestly, what has gotten into you lately?!"
Lexa slouched further into her chair and stared out the window, fiddling with the thread of her shirt like it was a life line, a small frown playing at her lips. Lexa was determined to stay silent, she definitely did not want to talk about what happened. Her sisters' glare was burning a hole in the back of her head as Lexa just twiddled her fingers faster together. A sharp jolt from the car caused Lexa to bump her head roughly against the indow, resulting in a small bump. Lexa turned angrily to witness Anya smirking behind the steering wheel, a look of satisfaction on her face.
"Seriously?" , she rubbed the swollen bruise forming on her head and crossed her arms.
"What?" Anya asked innocently as if she had no clue as to what she did, Lexa just frowned at her. "Well since I have your attention, care to tell me why you beat up a boy in your class?" , Anya raised an eyebrow at her sister as she spoke.
Lexa just sighed and clenched her jaw, after a moment she looked at her with a steely gaze, "He was trying to hurt the kids in the younger years, Finn is a bully and I'm the only one that ever steps in! How's that a bad thing?". It wasn't the whole truth but Anya didn't press her, she knew better than to corner Lexa.
Anya was silent for a moment, digesting the information, so Lexa took the opportunity to let her mind be calmed by the blur of greenery rushing by outside. The countryside rolled past, dulling her mind with tranquility, making her feel just a little bit free of all the responsibility and expectations that were pushed onto her. Lexa had always loved the outdoors, it was exactly where she was meant to be.
Lexa thought back to the times her father would tutor her outside in fencing, three years ago when she had first enrolled at the school at the age of 15. Fencing was a huge part of the school curriculum, it was part of tradition, she was awful when she had first started. Lexas' father had told her to keep at it, so she had and one day he suprised her with her own custom made sword. The black leather binding around the handle was marked with tribal symbols, beautiful and dangerous, Lexa had been so excited to try it out. A smile crossed her lips at remembering how she had tackled her father to the floor in a hug. After that, her father had taught her all she knows, he was nationally ranked in the sport. Two years later, Lexa was by far, one of the best in the whole school. Having numerous medals and trophies to show for it.
Running away with her thoughts, she neglected to hear her sister calling her name, "Lexa...Lexa!...LEXA!" shouted Anya, knocking her out of her stupor.
"Holy mother of God! I am not deaf, Anya." Lexas' tone was condescending, her bitchiness level was slowly rising through the roof.
"Honestly Lexa, you don't even listen to me anymore." Anya huffed as they pulled into the driveway of their house.
Reaching her limit, Lexa shot from the window of the car after she had climbed out, " Honestly Anya, I don't really care." mimicking the same tone her sister had used.
A tired, moody Lexa stalked off, kicking stones across the gravelly path as she went. Anya tightened her grip on the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. Sighing, she grabbed her bag and strode toward the imposing mansion.
The stone walls towered as high as three floors, with stoic gargoyles perched on the highest ledge surrouding the roof. The main part of the house jutted out like the front of a great ship. Leading up to the huge wooden door, were great black marble slabs for stairs. The sides of the house each had adjoining wings, that contained at least ten rooms in each. Most of them weren't used at all, two rooms in the left wing provided as Lexas' private study and a music room, as well as one room in the right wing the was used as a makeshift greenhouse. Due to being near the back of the house, glass windows lined the walls, it was actually more of a conservatory. However, it was so overgrown, there was no room for fruits or vegetables, the beds were constructed from old wood and and had been filled with soil so that you couldn't even see the floor now. Hundreds of flowers and vines covered the ground, trailing up the walls and hanging limply over the ceiling due to wooden struts that had been erected. It was a green paradise littered with with exotic colours and smells, incredibly different to the rest of the house.
Anya stepped through the arch doorway and deposited her jacket onto the nearest peg before shutting the door with a soft click. Loud thumps up the stairs indicated Lexa had gone to her room, Anya sighed again and walked along the grand hallway. The entire floor was black and grey marble with tall columns lining each side of the white washed walls. Between each two columns that Anya passed, she glanced at the paintings hanging perfectly there, each one more vibrant than the last. Most of them showed incredibly good and accurate images of nature, however the last one was an old image taken on a camera, portraying four people.
A young man of around thirty-five years stood in the middle of the woods clutching a woman of roughly the same age, her brown hair and blue eyes stood out against his black hair and green eye. They made a charming couple but what made it the perfect picturesque look were the two children they had their arms around. The smallest of thirteen years had wavy brown hair, untamed and wild with the greenest of eyes, blazing and determined. The taller girl on the right had darker brown hair and blue eyes, like looking into an ocean, she was considerably older by four years. Anya stared at her parents, wishing they were here, they would know what to do. Lexa always had a special bond with their father, she thought, as she looked at their goofy grins.
Turning away, she strode to the end of the hallway which led to a large room with two wide staircases that curved elegantly to join at the top, leading upstairs. On her left was the living room / dining room and the kitchen was located on the right, in each of these rooms were doors leading off to the left and right wings of the house. Stopping at the staircase, Anya looked at the top and huffed, her sister would talk with her when she was ready, Anya had learnt long ago to never push Lexa. Heading to the kitchen area and dropping her bag on the island, Anya prepared to make some tea.
Barging through the front door, Lexa fumed through the house, only slowing to purposefully stomp up the stairs. She was normally incredibly graceful, with a certain amount of feline quality, but she wanted to make sure Anya knew how angry she was. Turning left into another hallway and striding toward her bedroom, Lexa immediately felt childish, which just added to her growing temper. Looking around her room, her eyes settled on the punch bag, Lexa glared at it as she got changed into some light sporty clothing, tossing her bag onto her bed.
Lexas' room was huge, unlike the rest of the house the walls and floor were wooden, giving it a more homely feel. On the right was a king sized bed, draped in dark green sheets with slivers of silver and fake fur hides laid nicely over it. The four posters nearly scraped the ceiling. The bed jutted out to the center of the room, with a large window on the left of it and a seat built in below. Lexa had spent many a night there, reading through dozens of books and looking up at the countless stars.
Opposite to her bed, on the far left was a tall brown wardrobe with a matching dresser. Strange markings had been scratched into the expensive furniture with a kife, born from the boredom of Lexas' mind. Covering the entire floor was a fake fur rug of a black bear, its' face pulled into a snarl facing the door, as if guarding the entrance. The walls were painted a forest green and decorated with gold and silver leaves painted in swirling patterns. On the opposite side of the entrance was a variety of training equipment. Dumbells were stacked high against the wall, ranging in all sizes from the tiniest amount of weight possible to the largest with it being safe. A large black punching bag hung from the ceiling, as well as a large ladder next to it, connected to the wooden wall. On the left was a high standard running machine, its' panel flashing with complicated training exercise sequences.
Lexa, donned in her tight fitting sports gear, started to wrap her hands with tape. Walking over to her stereo player, connected to a series of large speakers next to her wardrobe, she hit play. "Kiss With A Fist" by Florence + The Machine blasted throughout her room. Squaring her jaw and tensing her muscles, Lexa prepared to let out her pent up rage, quickly delivering a round of accurate attacks. Her father had not only taught her in the ways of weaponry but also in hand to hand combat too. Anya had excelled in their teachings but Lexa was always the better student, she knew how to use her anger against her opponent instead of letting it control her.
As Anya settled down on the sofa, she brought the sweet tea to her lips, savouring the spread of warmth that spread through her stomach and settled in her muscles and bones. One eyebrow rose at the sudden offense of music, pounding through the ceiling above her. Rolling her eyes and grasping the remote, she raised the volume on the 48 inch television, as high as it would go. Knowing Lexa, she was probably on the punch bag, she thought to herself.
Later on, dinner was served at the dining table, cooked by their maid who came over in the evening and stayed until morning to prepare breakfast, she was also their tutor. Compliments of the Woods' money, their parents had worked hard to build the mansion. They had both succeeded in their careers, taking them to the top of society due to their mass amounts of wealth. It never changed them though, they were the same loving parents, with or without money.
"Not hungry?" Anya pried, she needed to be a sister not a mother right now, Lexa just shrugged her response.
Sighing, Anya tried again, "I'm not angry you know, what you did was honourable. I was merely trying to look out for you, the school will kick you out if you keep going like this."
Lexa looked up, her face softening at her sisters' words, " I know, I just wish you would hear me out before questioning my motives." she spoke quietly but with a firm voice and then added, "I'll try to reign it in a bit more."
Anya looked up at her admission and smiled, " Thank you, and I will try to trust you more and let you explain."
Lexa returned her smile, a rare thing, before digging into her food with ravenous hunger. After a moment, Anya spoke up, humour lacing her words, "How long?"
Lexa chuckled after swallowing her mouthful of food, "Twenty two seconds." she stated proudly. Anyas' mouth gaped, she was filled with a sense of pride for her sister.
"Your record was thirty five. That's superb Lexa." she said firmly.
Lexa smiled coyly, "Finn was easy to take down, he is after all a brute. All show and no sustenance."
Anya laughed at her sisters mocking of the inexperienced boy, who had had his ass handed to him. They shared the rest of their meal in companionable silence before Anya excused herself and retired to her room, adjacent to her sisters. Lexa followed shortly to her own room, changing into boy shorts and a tank top, then climbing into bed. Both fell asleep in minutes, to the sound of rainfall. It had been a rough day but the sisters were content with how it had ended, grateful that they still had each other.
Okay guys what did ya think?! Its quite a short chapter but this is just to get the ball rolling and its gunna be a slow burning story at the beginning and then pick up speed as it goes along. Clarke is making her first appearance in the next chapter, as well as some other characters we all know and love! NO SPOILERS! I appreciate any comments, good or bad, as long as they are criticisms that are justified and make sense.. thank you all for reading!