Hai dere, been a long time since I have written anything so bear with me and any possible mistakes. It furthermore is my first Spashley attempt but I'm just too mesmerized with Ash and Spence :)

And damn, this new keyboard is just making me want to type away, I love the way you can write with it *_*

Anyways, without further ado, the story shall begin. Any comments and cosntructive criticism is very welcome.


Ahhhhhhaahhh, this totally was not what she had planned. She was definitely not supposed to be in the situation she found herself into right now.
She was supposed to be in some club, just lazing around at home doing something, or preferably someone.

Back home in L.A., normally attending school.. or not. She was a notorious ditcher but that didn't matter. Well... it never did up to last week.
Who the hell would have guessed that they were serious the last five times they said she'd be expelled if she kept skipping school?
They never went through with it, so why now?!

Ahhhaahhhh, frustrating, so very, very frustrating.
"You have ignored my numerous warnings, Miss Davies," the principal had said as her forehead got wrinkly in desperation.
The old woman had never liked her, and mind you it was more than just mutual. The old hag had always had something against her, that much she knew.
"I believe I told you last time that you should be taking your studies more serious. And that if that was not the case I do not see any other way but to have you expelled," she had
informed her trying to act all dramatic.
Heck, it was totally not her fault!

Classes were boring and they taught her absolutely nothing she could necessarily need later on.
And there were just too many more interesting things to do. Like... sleep! Well okay, that was something she could do at school as well but it was soooo much more comfortable in her bed.
Putting that aside, the people in her school were anything but interesting.

The school was pretty much 'ruled' by the jocks and cheerleaders who acted all high and mighty the whole time.
They were nothing more than a pack of fake silicon-y bitches who thought they knew everything.
She usually ignored them whenever she did go to school but there was one certain group that just never left her alone.
Unlike the other people at school, who usually just kept their distance, that certain group of five took pleasure in annoying the life out of her.
Not that they really could, though. She definitely knew how to stand her ground and she had her way with words.
The sad thing just was, that most of the times her sarcastic replies were not understood so after a while she got bored of bickering around with them.
Just like the other people, she just ignored them after a while.

So, as you can see, there really was not anything interesting to make her go to school. Nothing. At. All.
"We have contacted your mother before asking you here," the old hag had continued, "she was very surprised and displeased at what we had to inform her of.
"We talked to her believing she already knew about our five other little conversations as her signature on our letters implied,"
Ohhh, so they finally found out she had faked her mother's signature, huh.
"She was very surprised to hear how much trouble you have gotten yourself into, Miss Davies." The principal had tried to give her a stern look as she said that but all it did was make her laugh.
"I do not believe this is a laughing matter, Miss you ever considered your own future?"
Talks about her so-called future always made her think of anything but her own future, so at that point she had pretty much stopped listening to whatever the old woman in front of her was saying.

After what seemed forever and she was finally done with her speech, a light coughing sound behind her made her snap out of her thoughts.
She turned around to see her mother. Her very, very pissed-off-looking mother.
That actually was the first time in weeks that she had seen her. That woman was always out, busy, doing anything but being at home.
Not that she minded, she never had been fond of the woman claiming to be her mother - at times she doubted it but that was another story.
She and the headteacher exchanged a look and nodded at each other. Apparently, everything they had had to discuss had already been discussed at that point.
Probably during that mysterious phone call.

After that short exchange of glances with the principal, her mother's stare had been fixated on her. She had motioned with her head that they were leaving.
Nothing really kept her at school, even though the thought of a drive back home with her mother sounded like the less amusing option.
Then again, apparently she was no longer welcome at this school.
Expelled, huh.
Not that she really minded. For what she had planned she did not really need a high school degree. So it was pretty much okay with her.
As they had left the building, she had tried to get home separately but apparently her mother had nothing of it.
The moment she tried to turn into another corner, a very angry voice had sounded up. "Don't even think about going anywhere. You. Me. Car. Now."
There hadn't seemed to be too much room for any kind of discussions.
Damnit.

The ride home had been pretty uneventful. Putting aside the fuming and yelling from the woman in the driver's seat of course.
She hadn't really been listening, all she had done was to stare out of the window and enjoy the view.

Right now, right now she regretted that she had not been listening.
Apparently during their ride home her mother had broken the news as to where she would be heading from now on.
If she had listened at least a little, the packed suitcases in the entranceway would not have had surprised her so much.
Neither the fact that her mother told her to pack anything else she might need.
"You have five minutes," her mother had started, still glaring at her, "five minutes to grab anything else you might need and then you're leaving."

And that brings us to the current situation.
Her sitting in the backseat of her mother's black Mercedes Benz, some of her belongings in the trunk (they could not take all of them with them so apparently her mother had decided to send the rest at a later time), staring out of the window into the middle of nowhere while listening to music on her iPod.

She didn't really have any idea where exactly they were going but from what she was seeing so far, it seemed... abandoned to say the least. Her mother did give her some information on what was happening but it was a little much to process, mind you.
In short, she had decided to get rid of her. No killing, well not yet. She was going to send her to some faraway school to make sure she had no "bad influences" around and would "finally start to concentrate on her studies". That pretty much included everything from a TV to clubbing as she had found out. She could barely keep the excitement to herself as she sarcastically thanked her mother for the great opportunity. But she fell on deaf ears.

They were driving through an apparently never-ending forest so all she could really make out were trees, some more trees, and hey if she was lucky she could see some trees.

So you might be able to imagine her mood was starting to be more than just foul. And she still had no freaking idea where exactly she was. They had been driving around for at least five hours now. Putting aside she did not like being in the backseat of a car for five hours without anyone to kill the time with, (she preferred driving herself over being driven) she also despised the thought of having spent the past couple of hours with her mother.

The woman who did not give a fuck about what she was doing. The woman who never was there for her, not even when her father had died.
All she cared for was money, fucking around with guys half her age and her reputation of course.

And apparently that was what had made her so sour. The fact that the principal had called her to inform her that her daughter had been expelled. Oh it must have hurt her beloved mother's pride so much to have a black sheep such as herself in her family.
So, from her mother's point of view, the fact that she was just about to completely toss her away seemed perfectly reasonable.
Like that, she would have gotten rid of her, she could still keep doing whatever the hell it was she was doing and just care about her even less than she did before.

She sighed. She honestly did not like where this was going. All she wanted was to be left alone to do her own thing. But no, miss super mom had to throw a fit because her freaking pride had been hurt. Oh brother.

She could hear her mother from the driver's seat. She was talking on the phone to what she assumed would have been stepfather number eight.
As much as her mother loved her boy-toys, she usually kept one rich, good-looking guy as her husband to "fit" into society.
The fact that they also increased her monthly income of course was also a big part of it.
Her mother was a cold, calculating person. She did everything for appearances.
However, while she had a husband and whatnot to have an apparently normal life others would be jealous of, she would still go and fuck around with everyone and everything.

Then again, whenever there were any kind of issues, she would complain about them to whomever she was married to at the moment, so hearing her angry shouting it was safe to assume she was talking to stepfather number eight.

She did feel somewhat sorry for the guy but it was only a matter of time before they would eventually get divorced anyway. Just like it had been with stepfather number one to seven and, of course, her actual father.

Seeing how her parents were and had been living she doubted that there was any person in the world they would have ever been able to settle down with. Even though she had wished for her father to do it when he was still alive. That he had found a nice woman to be with, settle down and finally free her from her mother's fangs. But those were all but dreams.

Sighing again, she kept staring out of the window. She noticed how the woods were slowly getting thinner. It seemed like they were nearing the end of the never-ending forest at least.
Just a few moments later the woods had lightened up enough for her to make out something behind them in the distance. It looked like a kind of tower. Maybe a clock tower?

The moment they left the forest the car turned right, apparently approaching whatever place it was she could start to make out in the distance.
Ever so slowly (her mom was a terribly slow driver) they got closer and she could start making out where exactly they seemed to be headed to.

In front of them a large complex of buildings got into view. They were old buildings made of cobble stone with red brick roofs. They passed a heavy iron gate which seemed to be the only entrance into the estate. The gate marked the only opening of a high fence made of iron. It seemed to make sure that nobody unwanted could go in.. or out for that matter. It was a little unsettling.

They were driving up a small driveway and she kept taking in the surroundings. The place itself seemed nice and peaceful enough - too bad nice and peaceful was anything but to her liking.
A couple of trees were neatly planted next to the small road leading up to what she assumed would be kind of the main building of whatever place this was. The road itself was made of cobble stones as well so the ever-so-slow last part of her drive was starting to give her headache as the car kept moving up and down.

They made another small turn as a fountain appeared right in front of them, leaving the road in a small roundabout. Right behind it was a flight of stairs leading up to a big white wooden door. Her mother stopped the car in front of said stairs.

"Wait here," her mother said coldly as she left the car. Slamming the door behind her she walked up the stairs, her phone still held tightly in her hands as she kept shouting into the microphone on her headset to what probably still would be stepdad number eight.

Sighing once again (she started doing this way too much ever since they left L.A. in a rush) she decided to leave the car as well. Her legs were starting to feel really sore from sitting in the car for so many hours.
Opening the door she stepped out and stretched. Yawning she pushed her black versace sunglasses on top of her head and started looking around again.

The building her mom had entered really did seem pretty old. Thin, green plants were growing at its sides, raking up to almost the very top of the walls. It looked like they might have been vines, she was not exactly sure. She had never been the flower and plant kind of person. The building itself was two stories high and had a lot of rectangle-shaped windows.

She assumed the walls had been painted white before, even though by now they looked pretty much gray - probably because the colour faded away over time.

Before she had much time to keep looking at the surroundings, though, the door opened and her mom stepped out again, an elderly woman in a plain gray dress in tow. The woman looked stern. Even worse than the principal of her old school.
The wrinkles in her face made her assume that whoever that woman was did not have the chance to laugh a lot during the years of her life. They made her look really grim and evil. And just the slightest bit tired and exhausted.

The woman was walked briskly and pretty stiff. Like someone had once shoved a stick up her ass.
Snickering at the image in her mind, she watched as the two of them came to a halt in front of her. Nodding at each other, the old woman, she decided she'd name her Mary Poppins because she kind of reminded her of one of those old English movies she had once watched pretty long ago, stepped in front.

"So you must be the young Miss Ashley Davies," she started, "your mother informed me about your circumstances and asked for my assistance to fix your disturbed behaviour which I told her I gladly would."
Fix? Disturbed behaviour? Oh please.
"Due to that reason," she continued, "I hereby welcome you to the Holy Virgin Mary Boarding School."


I've been told before that at times when I'm writing conversations they seem pretty unreal. I've tried working on that, and I hope I will improve further. So if you see any of them where you'd like to throw in some ideas for me, you're very welcome to do so :)