Just to let you know, this is my first Fanfic story, and I'm very excited about it! This story was inspired by the Private Roleplay forum made by Irrevocably Ives. Also, Zaidee Lou, Meg Nik, This Rhythm, Glyndewar, and ShadeaKlondikeBar contributed to this idea with their original characters. Thank you to all of the members I mentioned above. They're owed most of the credit; I just put all of their ideas together! I want to thank them for allowing me to make this! So, anyway, enjoy the story and be sure to review! Thanks!
Disclaimer: Easton Acadmey, along with all the original characters belong to Kate Brian.
To some, Easton Academy is a safe haven, to others a hell. You never knew what category you were going to fall under until you saw the school, and once you did, you could feel it. Somehow, you just knew what it was going to be like. The ivy covered buildings stirred something inside of you: excitement or dread. No other emotion has ever been described. Just those two lone ripples of realization. Most often, it was excitement, but every once in a while, Easton Academy was the last resort for some spoiled, rotten kid, and that's where the dread myth came from. Past students and some teachers would say that when the car you travel in finds that tiny sign on the side of the road, you start feeling, but only when you actually see the school does your fate come to life. You're either going to love it or hate it. No inbetweens. As that restored, black Mercedes Benz turned onto the small road, the girl that was anxiously looking out the window already knew what she was feeling, and it was excitement. Once the car stopped in front of the ivy covered Bradwell Hall, the door immediately opened to reveal a tall, Italian girl.
As Skyee Fairchild stepped out of her parents restored 1972 Mercedes Benz, she let a full smile graze her naturally tan face. She'd been bouncing in her seat the whole two hours over to Easton, Connecticut from New York City. She'd been looking forward to arriving all summer break. It was the only thing she dreamed about while visiting her native home in the United Kingdom. Even the gorgeous Florence, Italy couldn't hold her attention as she visited her many cousins and avoided the beautiful men who tried to get her attention; she never gave them a second glance; only Easton Academy could spark her interest. Looking at the dark brick, ivy covered building, she let a bright smile graze over her face making the deep dimples in her cheeks seem huge. Skyee quickly yanked the two old Louis Vaton suitcases her mother had given her out of the trunk. She attempted to grab her paints, canvases, and easels as well, but it proved to be impossible. A strong hand quickly reached out to help.
"Here, darling, let me help you with that," her father, Thomas Fairchild, offered in his British accent smiling an adorable grin full of dimples that Skyee, herself, had inherited.
"Sure," she said smiling brighter with her matching accent, "I would appreciate that immensely."
"Anything for you, darling," her mother said in her flowing Italian accent that melted in the air like butter.
Skyee, along with her mother and father, walked up to her room ignoring the smirks and stares she got from the other girls at the scene of her parents help, or maybe it was the fact that her mother, Luna Fairchild, was an international supermodel who was now weighed down in art supplies. Either way, the raven haired beauty didn't mind; Skyee would rather have her parent's help than some strange butler's. She walked into her assigned room and nearly cried at the poor bare walls. She would have given anything to paint on those bleached surfaces, but she knew she would never be allowed. She let her borrowed suitcase fall to the floor with a plop as she grabbed both of her parents into a bone crunching hug.
"I love you both, dearly," she said. After they echoed their love to her, they left.
Skyee plugged in her iPhone dock and let one of her many favorite singers, Alex Goot, drown out all the clacking heels in the hallway. She slowly started organizing her room somewhat. She noticed that there was only one bed in the small room.
So, I've got a single, she thought to herself happily.
As Skyee passed her window she noticed that she could see a bit of the Hudson River, but mostly she saw straight into the neighboring dorm. Skyee quickly jotted down on a piece of sketch paper with a charcoal sketching pencil that she needed curtains. She casted her violet eyes down at the gravel drive below seeing more and more cars coming and going. Getting bored with the scene below her, Skyee plopped down on her bare mattress and smiled happily for the first time in a long time.
Back in the gravel, circle driveway, Zaira Fletcher was driving up in her families simple black town car, with Owen, Penn, Ed, Daquen and Kurt all shoved in the back. Zaira was playing with the hem of her black jersey knit cable shirt as they pulled up into the loop where they would be unloading their things. Seeing the tall, almost lanky, girls that littered the sidewalk, Zaria instantly felt inadequate which was nothing new. She'd never felt as if she were good enough; she was never told that she was. Brushing a few dark, stray curls away from her crystal blue eyes, Zaria let out a deep breath before getting out the car.
The five boys, who were a mixture of her brothers and step-brothers, quickly exited the vehicle and grabbed the few bags they bothered to bring with them. Their butler, James, then helped Zaira with the bags she brought along with her which were as many as the boys' luggage put together. As they made their way into Bradwell, Zaira took a deep breath and immediately felt more at ease then she had a few moments ago. She was happy to be away from everybody, especially her mother and her nagging ways. Quickly banishing thoughts of the outrageous woman, Zaria took in her surroundings. The dorm was nice, not as elegant as her penthouse in the Upper East Side, but it was nice nonetheless. In the entry way of the building, she said goodbye to her butler and companion, as she continued to make the trek up the flights of stairs, carrying all the her bags with her.
She had almost made it to her room when her scrawny arms gave out and the small suitcases she had been carrying clattered to the ground. Luckily, not many girls were around to witness this, so she quickly began picking the small luggage up off the ground hoping nobody would notice her small form on the ground. Much to Zaria's dismay, Skyee barely heard a thump over the music flowing though her small room that played through her speakers, but she heard it none the less. The tall girl opened her door and saw a very flustered Zaria on the ground surrounded by small bags that easily outweighed the petite girl. Skyee plopped on her knees beside the girl ready to help.
"Here let me help you with those," the British beauty grinned as she picked up two of the bags and smiled at the girl. She noted that the petite teen was quite pretty.
Looking up, Zaira was met with the violet eyes of the most beautiful girl who seemed like a giant compared to her own 5'2" height. Zaira gave her a hesitant smile, but accepted her gratitude gratefully.
"Thanks," she whispered quietly, this was not the first impression that she wanted to make amongst these people. As Zaria stood up, she hastily grabbed the bags from the tall girl and made her way down the hall without making eye contact. Zaria quickly realized that she had walked too far. Silently cursing herself, Zaria walked back up the hallway looking intently at the numbers nailed on the doors feeling like a complete dumbass.
Skyee leaned her entire 5'11" body against her door frame as she watched the girl wander around the hallway with her petite frame loaded down with bags. As she walked back towards her, Skyee just raised a dark eyebrow at the girl as she tried to hide the smile that threatened to spread over her full lips. Masking her entertained face, Skyee faced Zaria.
"What's your room number?" Skyee asked the small girl trying not to chuckle. Zaira could here the slight mocking edge to the tall girls voice and simply smirked at her. Zaria knew that she most likely looked ridiculous at the moment, so she didn't blame Skyee for being amused. In all honestly, the tall, raven-haired girl seemed like someone Zaira could eventually learn to get along with.
"It's 277. Got any idea where it is? Obviously it's on the second floor but..." Zaira said gesturing around with her arm, causing the bags that were being supported by that arm to drop to the ground. Wishing her bad luck would end now, she sheepishly smiled at the statuesque beauty.
"Well, this is 274, so it would be down that way," Skyee said gesturing to the right end of the hallway. "You should defiantly let me help you with those bags, I don't mind a smidge," she offered with kind violet eyes.
"Ahh that would explain it." Zaira said, looking down the hallway towards the other end. "I am okay though, thanks for offering." She said kindly declining the freakishly tall girls offer. "I just need to stop talking with my hands and I should be fine." Zaria said as she started down the hallway, giving the tall girl her dazzling smile. However, she quickly turned around to thank her for her help."Um, thank you, my statuesque friend..." Zaria said trying to remember if they'd ever introduced themselves.
Skyee let out a loud musical laugh, "It's Skyee, and you're welcome, you little pixie," she smirked not believing they hadn't introduced themselves yet.
Zaria laughed as well, "It's Zaria, besides I am not that tiny, ever think you are just freakishly tall?" Zaria asked sarcastically, laughing lightly.
"Of course not," Skyee said dismissing the idea immediately, "My mum's tall, my dad's tall, all of my mum's model friends are tall," she said naming off all the statuesque people in her life, "you're tiny," Skyee laughed again. She hoped the Zaria didn't take it personally though.
"Oh, so why aren't you off on some runway strutting things that I will most likely never buy?" Zaria asked knowing Skyee would certainly make the cut as she questioningly raised a dark brown brow teasingly. "But your right, I am tiny. And by the way it doesn't run in my family." Zaria said thinking about how tall her whole family is. "I guess I must have missed that chromosome," she shrugged nonchalantly.
"I'm not in to modeling," Skyee shrugged, "that's my mum's thing. But who's your family? Would I know them?" Skyee asked.
"Your mother might know my father, he is Alex Fletcher. Photographer, he is 6'8"." Zaria said winking at Skyee, "But my step-dad is a Riley. You probably know his sons. They are around our age. Well a few of them are, at least," Zaria said rolling her eyes. "Oh and my wonderful mother works at Warner & Brothers, but certainly not because she is a great PR," Zaria said under her breath. "Families from Italy though, that explains the weird name," Zaria said pointing to herself.
"My mum's from Italy," Skyee grinned showcasing the deep dimples in her cheeks that rivaled Miranda Kerr's. "You're father might know her, Luna Fairchild," she said hating that she sounded like such a name dropper.
Zaria tried to smile; her family was a slightly sore subject. "Well I am sure if your mother looks anything like you, my father has met her." Zaria said glumly. Trying to steer the conversation away from her own family, Zaria asked, "So, if you're mom's from Italy, how'd you get the accent?"
"Well, my dad's from the UK," Skyee informed her. "We lived there until I was six, and then we moved to New York," she said.
"Well, aren't you cultured. Your parents must really love you," Zaria spoke, smiling at Skyee as she noticed she was loosing feeling in her arms from all the bags' weight, "Well I think I am going to go unpack. I'm pretty sure I am losing all feeling in my arms."
"Yeah, my parents are great," Skyee smiled, "Are you sure you don't need any help?"
Smiling at her gratefully, Zaria still shook her head. After having to depend on herself from a young age, she was very reluctant to have help. "Actually, could you come open the door for me, please?" Zaria asked because she knew if she tried to open a door she really would make a scene!
"Of course," Skyee smiled. She straightened her tye dyed blue jean shorts and her black fedora hat and closed the door to her room. She snatched one of Zaira's many bags and threw it over her shoulder with a killer smile. "Room 277 right?"
"Excuse me, tall pretty girl you took my bag," Zaira said, pouting slightly. But letting it go. "Yup, that would be it." Zaira said leading the way down the hall until she found the room. Surprisingly, it wasn't far from Skyee's room.
"I know, small pretty person," Skyee joked back. "You're too petite to be carrying twice your weight in bags."
"Excuse me, but I maybe petite but I have no problem carrying bags. Besides they aren't that heavy." Zaria shrugged.
"This one alone is like thirty pounds," Skyee said rolling her eyes. Wanting to talk about more than just the weight of Zaria's many bags, Skyee asked, "So, how are people around here?"
"Honestly, I don't know. It's my first year here, but my brothers and stuff have been around through some pretty crazy shit." Zaria stated, remembering the stories she had heard about some Reed girl.
"Smashing," Skyee grinned sarcastically. She'd left New York to get away from drama… "Where would you like me to set this?" she asked as they stepped into the room.
Zaria sighed heavily as they walked into the room, upset that it was a single. "Just set it where ever, it doesn't really matter. I'll unpack later." She said looking around at the sterile looking walls and dark hard wood floors, with only an old oak desk and double bed frame. "Do you want to go walk around or something?" Zaria asked looking around sadly at her room.
"I would love to," Skyee nodded. "I just need to go grab my shoes," she said looking down at her bare feet.
Once Skyee reached her door she slipped in leaving the door open for Zaria to enter if she wanted. She opened her suitcase and grabbed her vintage tall fringed boots. These along with her blue tie dyed shorts, over sized white shirt, black fedora, and loosely hung suspenders made her look like no one else here at Easton. It was also something she prided herself in, being different that is…
Timidly, Zaria walked into Skyee's room looking around and realized one thing almost instantaneously: she liked vintage things. But looking at Skyee's outfit, Zaria almost immediately felt inadequate. She was so ordinary and small, not to mention translucent compared to this tall, gorgeous girl.
Skyee turned around and saw Zaria standing in the doorway with a sad expression, "Hey you," Skyee smiled, "turn that frown up side down!"
Zaria quickly masked her insecurities and smiled at Skyee, "Ready to go take this place by storm Ms. Skyee?"
"Ready," Skyee smirked. "You know what? I like you," she mused, "and I normally don't get along with girls."
Zaria laughed at Skyee, realizing they were much more alike than she had originally thought. "You're not so bad yourself, even if you are a tall Brit!" She spoke with conviction in her voice even if she was teasing. "I usually don't get along with girls either, but then again you are the only person I have met here." She said amusedly, her bright blue eyes flashing.
"I may be a Brit, but I'm also a friggin' American citizen," Skyee grinned.
Gasping, Zaria put her hand over her mouth! "You did not just use the 'f'-word!" Zaria joked, her eyes going wide as if she was in horror of her mild cussing.
"Sure did, you're welcome do douse me with Holy water if you like," Skyee smirked.
"That is okay, but I could probably manage to point you in the direction of the purity club or whatever they are called. I haven't set a foot in church since I was christened." Zaria said still not sure about the concept of God.
"I used to go every Sunday back home. The murals on the ceilings amazed me," she said with a dreamy edge in her accented voice. She avoided the subject of purity trying to find words. She hated that she couldn't say she would be welcome in such a club. "I'm not much for purity clubs," she said lowly hoping the subject would be dropped.
"What a saint!" Zaria said, putting her hand over her heart and looking up at the ceiling dramatically. "Did you ever go to the church down on 5th? Evidently it had beautiful artwork, my family goes with Levi and his kids, I've never really liked the whole 'family bonding time' considering he isn't my dad, so I didn't go," she said as if it was no big deal she didn't spend time with her family.
"Actually, I did once," Skyee nodded her head. "I changed churches frequently so I could study all the murals and methods of preaching," she smiled.
"What are you doing, writing a thesis on all the different religions in New York?" Zaria asked shocked that a sixteen year old girl could be so passionate about art.
"No," Skyee laughed, "I just loved listening to the preachers and Priests. They were just so passionate about their work, and it inspired me," she smiled as the two girls exited the building and entered the opening of the vast campus. Looking around Skyee was truly happy, it'd been a long time since the foreign feeling had entered her body since last summer, but she quickly forgot about those morbid memories. That didn't matter anymore, she was over it. The fact that she couldn't look up from the ground did not help Skyee convince herself that she was.