Hi. So...um...does anyone remember this story at all? You know, the one I started writing out of boredom like a whole year and a half ago? Yeah. I found it in my files and decided to pick up on it. I don't even know where this is going. But reviews/requests are always welcome and I hope at least one person finds this even remotely entertaining. (Even though it's me and I can't write.) !
Avaric pulled into the Shiz University driveway, his carriage wheels grinding on the gravel and his hand counting the reasonable amount of money given to the driver. He figured the right amount would be how much the driver made in a year, and divided by two since the poor bastard couldn't drive well enough to let him sleep, and then divided in two again since he probably couldn't afford a family anyway so...that would be $2 straight out of his own pocket. Stupid drivers.
Avaric handed the man the money, tipping him with a few pennies and shouldered his bag.
"Are you sure this is the place, Hans?" Avaric smirked, looking up the concrete stairs leading up to the ancient school. There was no way this was meant for him. The brick castle held no sign of technology created in the last century. An old doorbell swung around in the fall breeze, startling a lonely crow which took of in screams.
"Yes, sir," The man replied, sadly looking at what Avaric had given him. "That's the one."
"Shiz University," Avaric snickered. "More like Shit University, huh? Look at this place, it hasn't even been cleaned. Mom would have fit." He smiled to himself before rubbing the back of his neck. "If she were still alive, I mean." He looked back at Hans for guidance, maybe even an escape plan, but saw that the carriage driver had already taken off.
"The bastard," Avaric muttered to himself, shaking of twirler leaves that had fallen on his new coat. He ran his fingers through his curly salt-and-pepper. His grey eyes reflected the storm that was coming on. Shivering and moving quickly into the building, he gave one last look outside before closing the old wooden door.
The torch-lit hallways did nothing to block the cold. He shook all the way down the old red carpets and to the front desk. A perky looking girl stood behind the counter, pulling back waves of brown hair. Looking up at Avaric, she squeaked, "Yes, Mister?"
Avaric remembered the only reason he came to Shiz in the first place.
"I'd like a date." He replied, purposely taking off his jacket.
"For what event, Mister?"
"A candlelight dinner with you." The man smiled, showing rows of perfect teeth whiter than silk. "Perhaps you could tell me?"
The girl blushed and started to walk away to gather more papers. "I don't think that's on the school's schedule, Mister. Maybe if I got you a brochure?"
Avaric leaned forward and flexed his muscles, rubbing the girl's hand in his own. "Name. Number. Address."
"I couldn't Mister."
"What time should we meet?"
"I'm serious."
"We're serious."
"Please, Mister, if you don't stop, I'll call for someone."
"You'll call for me, in the bedroom."
It became a staring match between the two, Avaric trying to ease her doubts of wanting him and she trying to evade him. He quite enjoyed the game of cat-and-mouse, and he knew in the end, he'd get what he wanted. Girls were to be seen and not heard, true, but this brown-eyed one was seemingly innocent. He'd get her to him before the night was up.
"Abigail, why aren't you working?"
The voice echoed through the hallway and immediately caused the hairs on the back of his head to stand up. Avaric realized this was the first day without his father being there with him. All he had to do was hand Morrible the papers, and he'd be a Shiz student. But still. There was always an interview. And it was never pleasant.
The principal walked up to him, lifting a drawn eyebrow at the two holding hands. Abigail stepped back and blushed furiously, disappearing back into the file room.
"Mr. Tenmeadows?" Morrible said. "You had better come with me. And don't show me the papers." She added, waving off Avaric's hand. "I know all about you."