Laurie's Diary
February 4, 2003
My name is Laurie Brooks. I am 13 ½ years old and I live here in England, at the Golden Hall Academy for Girls. I can tell you right now that the name might sound fancy, but the only thing here that's gold besides the headmistresses' rings is the lettering outside the bronze-iron gate. This school is as ancient as the English Princesses of old. Elizabeth, Mary, Catherine, who was actually a Queen, were have said to had come to a school or a "haven" somewhat like the one that we're at now. I refuse to believe a word of it. I've read books on the Princesses, and never one did it say, "They were shipped off by the King and Queen or whatever to Golden Hall Academy for Girls so they could be tortured and made-fun of because they were different." Maybe I too am a blue-blood or a Royal, but I suppose that's just a silly child's fantasy. But I guess I should get right down to the point of why I must write in a book for the school, or rather the "Academy Physiologist" as she likes to be called. She thinks I'm strange because I reported over 5 cases of "ghosts" walking around the auditorium..
Some here call me troubled. Some call me strange, or "freak". They say I see things that lurk in the darker areas of the school. I suppose they're right. I do see things, but they won't believe me. No one does. I guess they'll just have to wait and find out. I hope everyone lives to see it, however. I heard 15 years ago, a girl named Annie Tomas was killed in the auditorium by falling off the balcony. No one was sure how, but sure enough she was said to be missing, and 2 days later they found her body amongst the aisles of chairs. Everyone said that her death caused a disturbance in the grounds and forced all the spirits around to be summoned to Golden Hall. Since then, the school has never looked the same.
15 years ago, rumor was that Golden Hall Academy was a beautiful sparkling white mansion with hanging jasmine all over it. When Annie died, the school closed until the following September. When the young girls returned to the Academy, it had changed. The building had been painted a dark somber green. The jasmine was gone, and replaced with ivy. The grass always seemed to be damp with mist, and it was hardly ever sunny. From what had been a lovely chateau had become a dark, dank, looming building that seemed unwelcoming and from a distance, frightening and even, haunted. Goodnight Diary.
February 4, 2003
My name is Laurie Brooks. I am 13 ½ years old and I live here in England, at the Golden Hall Academy for Girls. I can tell you right now that the name might sound fancy, but the only thing here that's gold besides the headmistresses' rings is the lettering outside the bronze-iron gate. This school is as ancient as the English Princesses of old. Elizabeth, Mary, Catherine, who was actually a Queen, were have said to had come to a school or a "haven" somewhat like the one that we're at now. I refuse to believe a word of it. I've read books on the Princesses, and never one did it say, "They were shipped off by the King and Queen or whatever to Golden Hall Academy for Girls so they could be tortured and made-fun of because they were different." Maybe I too am a blue-blood or a Royal, but I suppose that's just a silly child's fantasy. But I guess I should get right down to the point of why I must write in a book for the school, or rather the "Academy Physiologist" as she likes to be called. She thinks I'm strange because I reported over 5 cases of "ghosts" walking around the auditorium..
Some here call me troubled. Some call me strange, or "freak". They say I see things that lurk in the darker areas of the school. I suppose they're right. I do see things, but they won't believe me. No one does. I guess they'll just have to wait and find out. I hope everyone lives to see it, however. I heard 15 years ago, a girl named Annie Tomas was killed in the auditorium by falling off the balcony. No one was sure how, but sure enough she was said to be missing, and 2 days later they found her body amongst the aisles of chairs. Everyone said that her death caused a disturbance in the grounds and forced all the spirits around to be summoned to Golden Hall. Since then, the school has never looked the same.
15 years ago, rumor was that Golden Hall Academy was a beautiful sparkling white mansion with hanging jasmine all over it. When Annie died, the school closed until the following September. When the young girls returned to the Academy, it had changed. The building had been painted a dark somber green. The jasmine was gone, and replaced with ivy. The grass always seemed to be damp with mist, and it was hardly ever sunny. From what had been a lovely chateau had become a dark, dank, looming building that seemed unwelcoming and from a distance, frightening and even, haunted. Goodnight Diary.