Daang I'm sorry, had a party Saturday and had stupid amounts of homework so havent really had the time to update last saturday, but i will still upload chapter 3 this Saturday don't worry! Hope you enjoy, and as always, reviews/follows and favourites are always appreciated and will motivate me to write more chapters and all that. CIAO3
A roommate?! I stormed over to the seats and pulled the comfiest one out and sat, bringing my feet up so I was sitting cross legged. A roommate?! I repeated that word through my head over and over again, forgetting anything else the old hag had said to me. My parents pay me to come here, and I have to share my room with some obnoxious badass?! I was fuming, the last thing I wanted was to have to share a room with anyone, especially here, I didn't want some kid with me constantly, I appreciated my time by myself, I was an isolated being, and I preferred it that way, but it looked pretty bleak that there was anyway around this, so I straightened myself and tried my best to look a little intimidating as I heard two pairs of footsteps coming from the large doors one was the original shuffling which I assumed belonged to Mrs Kelly, and another which was more like running down the corridor.
The big oak doors banged open so fast I almost jumped. A young looking girl bounced into the reception, a big grin on her small, arrogant face. She had deep red hair which was tied back into high pigtails, which although made her look like a small child, in retrospect did keep the hair out of her face… She wore what I assumed to be the Coates uniform, a navy blue blazer with the school shield in gold- a basic thing, a shield outline and a big C in the centre of it- embroidered on the right breast, accompanying the blazer was a light blue polo shirt, and a black skirt. All in all, I thought, the uniform wasn't dreadful, that was a good start. The girl stopped only when she was less than a metre from me, far too close for comfort…
The girl beamed. "Hi!" She spoke the words in a heavy Californian accent. "I'm Brianna!" With this Brianna stuck out her hand, looking down at me from the end of her nose as if she were far more important then me. Cooly I pushed the chair out from behind me and stood up slowly, keeping eye contact till I was stood up and towered over her.
"Sarah," I said nonchalantly. Taking her hand and shaking it firmly, before letting my hands drop casually to my side, the girl still stared at me, as if assessing me, weighing me up. There was no way I was going to drop the stare, and it went on for a full minute before she finally broke away and for the first time broke her grin.
Sniggering – Or trying to regain a bit of dignity – she said "Okay, wanna see your room now, roomie." The last word was said with a hint of malice. Wonderful. I had made enemies within 5 minutes of being in the building. That was a new record. Following the girl she rushed out of the room and once getting out of the door I had to run to catch up with her.
"Here, is where the magic happens." With that Brianna winked at me jokingly and pushed the doors aside. My mouth almost dropped into an O shape. Not from the room I suppose, it was a typical boarding school room, two bed with about a metre between them, bedside tables and a desk with an old chair shoved carelessly by it, the carpet was a plain cream like the reception, and the walls were cream too. No what surprised me was how Brianna had decorated it, posters plaster every inch of the wall, bands I'd never heard of, some from films, and tons of other things too, most seemed like they were out of crappy girls magazines but some of them seemed promising. A huge flat screen TV was bracketed to the wall and a ton of games machines and a DVD player piled high on a small table underneath the flat screen, not too mention a ton of CDs and DVDs strewn across the floor, and where I assumed Brianna slept, instead of the plaid cotton covers spread across the leftmost bed, soon to be mine, big velvet cushions were piled and a beautiful velvet sheet spread across it.
Brianna turned and was still beaming, but more flashy this time, as if showing off. "Cool huh?"
I turned and made my best attempt to be friends with the rich kid yet, mainly because I wanted to use the stuff, but it would also be good to get on with my roommate. "Incredible… You and me are going to get on very well, how did you even get this stuff?" With that I flicked to the second page of my folder and scanned it. "Rule fourteen rooms must not be vio-"
She laughed, slightly more genuinely then her snigger earlier. "You really believe that trash? I mean, sure they stick to it, but they never actually check your rooms, and even if they saw this they wouldn't care. You thought this school was strict?" I nodded sheepishly, thinking that it had to be, it was a rehabilitation academy, right? "There's always a loophole, there's always people acting out against the rules. Oh come on, seriously? If no one ever acted out against rules, if there were never rebels, we wouldn't be here today." She seemed to get lost in her speech, but after this point I'd returned my attention to the room, to the end of the room there was another door, which probably led to a bathroom, well, I hoped it led to a bathroom, and a big mahogany closet next to the it, it was beautiful and reminded me of the cupboard that led to Narnia.
The thing that caught my attention most though was the uniform that lay folded up delicately through the open doors of cupboard laid precariously on one of the dozen shelves, I knew then, that there was not a chance of denying it now. I was what Brianna had called a 'rebel', I was a student at Coates Academy, and there was no getting out of it.
