lets just see how this goes eh??
JUST ANOTHER TEEN STORY
PROLOGUE
It was big.
Actually that word probably brought no justice to just how big this was.
The magnitude of its...biggness could not be expressed in words known to our English language.
It was like nothing I'd ever seen before and trust me, I've seen quite a few.
And this was by far the biggest.
My breath caught a little in my throat as I gasped a little.
My eyes could not bring themselves to blink. They just stared. Wide-open. At the biggness.
Oh get your mind out of the gutter, I am NOT talking about a penis. No, I'm talking about my new school. The place were I'd be spending hopefully the rest of my schooling career at, but you could never be sure with my dad.
See, my dad, Charlie, or Headmaster Swan, was, well, a headmaster. Ever since I started school, I had been following him around where his career took him. He was rather well sought after, and each job promised new opportunities, better facilities and of course, more money. We never stayed in each school longer than four years and so now, starting my junior year, this was my sixth school.
I can't say I complain that much. I mean socially, I was never really challenged. Not to say I had many friends but I was happy with that. Being the principle's daughter never earned me many marks and I was naturally shy and self-sufficient so in each school I'd have one or two friends that I hung around with till I left the school. Maybe I became this introvert because of my constant moving (i don't know, psychology isn't my strong point) but I was completely content.
But before you think I'm just a goody goody two shoes, well I'm just about to ruin that reputation.
I mean my dad being the busy man he is and my mum having left him when I was young meant that I didn't exactly have parental figures to watch over me all the time. Yes, the teachers would take special interest in looking out for me and the dangers of puberty-hitting boys but teachers can only see so much. In middle school I'd discovered this thing called trouble. And i liked to get into it a lot. The two friends I had at that school had no trouble (excuse the pun) in finding crazy outlandish things to do that were clearly against the rules but all the more thrilling.
Of course, when we got caught, they got suspended, pending expulsion and my dad decided to take up a job at a private boarding school, hoping that the strict structure of the school would impound discipline on me. Oh how he was wrong. You see, at a boarding school, there is just so much more opportunity and especially that one. There were just so many more rules to break.
And so after a short lived time at that high school, I am now here at St. Stephens Private Boarding School to hopefully finish off my last two years. If i don't get into too much trouble. It's not so much a rebellion that makes me want to do these things. But moreso just pure boredom. I mean sometimes yes I like to be left alone by myself and read, do homework...be a nerd. But sometimes I just want to be reckless have fun and most friends aren't like that. Having friends in high school means going shopping or bitching behind another girls back and I'm just not into that kind of stuff.
But anyways lets get back to the bigness.
Of the school that is.
And yes, it was big. Bigger than any of the other schools I'd been to. With wrought iron gates and luscious green grounds. The buildings were in a very colonial American style and everything looked so polished and pristine. much like the grounds of a prestigious english boarding school or something. Which fit the description of this school i guess, besides being in America.
As we drove in through the gates, I kept looking around, admiring the vast grounds and imagining what these two years would be like.
"Don't screw this up, Bella," my dad said in a low voice.
I merely nodded. I hadn't decided if St Stephens was worth screwing up just yet.