My name is Bella. Bella Swan. I live in the Briarwood School for Girls. I live in the wing they call the Brown Wing. We all have brown eyes in the Brown wing next to ours is the Blue Wing. There, they all have blue eyes. Like the Black Wing, Green Wing, and so on. When I first went to Briarwood, I just thought it was some stupid school where they sorted us by eye color. But it turns out there's so much more.
It's a hot, sticky summer day. A day to be out in a pool or somewhere in the woods, not to be sitting in a car waiting to get to a new school. I am sitting in a pair of white denim shorts, a blue camisole, and some wood sandals in the back seat of a silver Toyota sedan. We're somewhere in the Southern Hemisphere. Chalie is sitting beside me, and the cabbie is yelling along to some song in Slovak. Just my luck; a noisy Slovak taxi driver that enjoys singing. Suddenly the car makes a sharp turn and we fly up a drive. Brambles smash into the car, gravel sprays, and dust soon coats my window. In about ten minutes, a looming gate appears. The wrought iron creates an intricate pattern, and there are two stone columns it is attatched to, with more iron that forms a fence. The driver reaches out the window and pressing a button, sending a squalking voice to spill out, "What do you want?"
Our Slovak driver replies in fractured English, "New student. Let cab in, please."
Squalky Voice yells, "Okay, okay. Hang on a second."
The iron gates slide open smoothly and we drive in at a break-neck pace. In another five minutes, we jerk to a halt in front of an imposing stone building. The driver clambers out, as do me and Charlie. He throws me my bags and Charlie hugs me, mumbling, "I'll miss you, kiddo."
I blink back a few tears and whisper, "Miss you, dad."
Then he's in the cab and gone. I take a deep breath, turn, and walk towards the large wooden doors. I'm unsure what to do, but suddenly the doors open and a young woman is standing there. She has the shortest blonde hair, almond-shaped turquoise eyes, and flawless skin. She says in a strangely lilting voice, "You must be Isabella Swan. I'm Alissa."
I mumble, "Call me Bella."
A faint smile pulls her pale lips and she says, "Okay, then, Bella. I have your schedule and I know what wing to take you to. Come on."
Alissa beckons me in and I walk through the door. The inside is sort of normal. There are dark brown walls, a cluster of couches, a wrought iron chandalier, and a rich red rug that covers most of the dark hardwood floor. Alissa takes me down a hallway and past a stairway. At the end of the hall, we take another hall to the left, and then up two flights of stairs and into another hall. Alissa grins, gesturing to the whole hall, "This is the Brown Wing."
She opens up the door directly to our right (the one marked with a seahorse and a starfish), and continues, "This is your room."
They decorated my room perfectly for me. The theme is modern and oceanic and there's a huge window. I can't begin to describe it. Alissa waits patiently for me to finish gawking and then hands me my two bags. I dump them on the bed and then take my schedule. Alissa winks and says, "See you later, Bella. I'm off to the Green Hall. Toodles!"
She skips out of the room and kicks the door shut behind her. I quickly unpack and read my schedule.
Student: Isabella M. Swan
Schedule:
Literature—9:10 to 10 o'clock
Mathematics—10:10 to 11 o'clock
Physical Education— 11:10 to noon (Tuesday and Thursday only)
Spanish—11:10 to noon (Monday, Wednesday, and Friday only)
Lunch— 12:10 to 1 o'clock
Humanities— 1:10 to 2 o'clock
Free period— 2:10 to 3 o'clock
Sciences— 3:10 to 4 o'clock
All students have Saturday, Sunday, and the third Friday of each month off!
Lunch on off-days is from 11 o'clock to 1 o'clock. Please arrive and finish by that time.
My schedule isn't too horrible, but I'm upset that I have to have gym. It's the third Friday of this month, so I have no class and lunch is in an hour. I take a bubble bath and put on some fresh clothes. Finally, it's time for lunch.
And that is the first chapter of Briarwood School for Girls. Now, for those of you that can't tell what's going to happen: I'M NOT TELLING! I already have the whole lunch scene written in my head (go me! go me! go, go, go me!). Drop me a review; they're free, take less than 60 seconds, and you only need to click that little blue button. He's so lonely. Plus, I've made lots of friends that way. You might too! This is my idea and I'll know if you steal it. The next chapter will have lots of stuff going on in it. There are links to everything on my profile. I tried to make Alissa like Hope from Final Fantasy, but the description was probably crap. Okay, now I end my rant with this:
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