Chapter 6

Victoria cursed silently as she pricked her finger with a needle. The blue and white checkered material now had a tiny red stain.

"Urgggg!" she groaned, but still continued with her sewing. Victoria was sewing a costume for the Halloween Dance that was in a month. She decided that she wanted to be Dorothy, from the Wizard of Oz, and had asked the Sewing and Design teacher for some fabric.

She really should have been fixing her hair for the school pictures that were today. Normally her hair was always in long pigtails with red bows, and she hardly ever wore it down.

Victoria wasn't very excited about Picture Day because she felt that she didn't need to perfect her makeup-because she hardly wore any. She never worried about her weight either; she had always had fish for dinner because her father was a low-wage fisherman.

She was relieved when she had received her acceptance letter for the Academy. She was one of the many students who had received a scholarship for the boarding school. Her father had been proud; her mother in tears because her precious 'baby girl' was going away for a year.

Victoria placed her fabric on the desk and primped just a little for the pictures. Her assigned picture period was her first period French class. Along with most of the other students, Victoria had a huge crush on Mr. Bonnefoy. She put a little lip gloss on and smacked her lips.

Perfect, she thought as she flounced out of her dorm room.

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Peter was running around the campus; going through bushes, climbing trees, and scaring the various birds around the complex. He was extremely excited about how open the campus was.

The Academy was thirty times larger than his native 'country' of Sealand. Peter had had only the Duchess to look after him, but he had never liked the duchess. After his father, Lord Larry, had died of lead-poisoning, Peter had to live with his cousin, Arthur. Arthur didn't like to play with him because Peter was only in fourth grade.

Peter ran through another group of birds and giggled loudly. He shook his hair around, trying to make it messy again. The stupid librarian had tried to comb his hair back, but Peter didn't like that. He was walking as he was trying to shake his hair around, and so at first he didn't notice the two men he had run into.

Peter looked up with a curious expression. A man with blond hair and glasses was staring at Peter.

"Daddy!" shouted Peter. The man was the spitting image of his father. Blond hair and glasses, and a little bit of scratchy stubble he had forgotten to shave.

"Berwald, I think he thinks that you're his dad...?" whispered the other blond man. Berwald nodded at Tino and looked down at the crying Peter.

"Hi th're, 'm sorry, but 'm not yo'r fa'her," he said to Peter. Peter looked up at Berwald with tears in his eyes.

"It really isn't Father..." he whispered to himself quietly. The tears flowed harder now. Berwald was taken back and looked at Tino, alarmed. Tino smiled sadly and reached for the boy.

He squatted down to Peter's height and looked him in the eyes.

"Hi there, my name's Tino. What's yours?" Peter sniffed loudly.

"It's Peter..." he rubbed at his eyes with the palm of his hand. Tino smiled and glanced at Berwald, then back at Peter.

"It's nice to meet you Peter...But, I'm sorry...He isn't your Daddy...his name is Berwald." Peter looked up at Berwald and sniffed again. Berwald tried to smile at Peter...it didn't really work.

"I'm...sorry..." Peter started to cry again.

Berwald rested his hand on Peter's head and looked deep into his bright blue eyes. Peter stopped crying as he looked into the calm eyes of the Swedish man. Berwald smiled. A smile that didn't scare anyone-it was...warm.

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"Ok, settle down everyone. It's time for pictures. Form a single file line, alphabetical order pleas," said Mr. Morgans. Bella sighed, straightened her sweater, and fixed her headband.

When she had gone to school back in the Netherlands, she also had to wear a school uniform. Although, it was much stricter; it had been an all-girls Catholic school. Every day she had to wear stockings and a jumper; underneath that a Peter Pan colored shirt and a bright red sailor tie with shiny navy shoes.

She liked the dress-code here. The girls had more freedom and the boys...well...now there were boys at her school. She loved it! She could finally spend time with Abel.

Abel had helped her through a rough time at their foster parent's house. He was her 'brother', but their relationship was the exact opposite. Bella had had nowhere to go once her parents died in a car crash when she was eight. Bella had been in the car with them when they died. Abel was the first person to tell her everything was going to be OK.

As they walked down the halls, Bella couldn't help but look at Abel. He had put too much hair gel in his hair as usual (she always teased him about looking like a troll-doll) and a pack of cigarettes were outlined in his back pocket.

Bella had only been allowed to enter the school because she was 'related' to Mr. Morgans. But that wasn't the only reason. Bella was originally from Belgium, and her mother used to be the local florist, her father the dentist.

The line stopped at the auditorium, a photographer with purple glasses telling everyone to arrange themselves in alphabetical order. Mr. Morgans, the man with a plan, had his line already in order.

When it came to Bella's turn, she sat on a tall wooden stool and behind it was a gray backdrop. Bella tried to smile at the camera.

"No no no no no. Zat iz not a szmile!" the photographer said in heavily French-accented English. Bella tried to smile again. The French photographer sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes.

"Here, I'll make her smile." said Mr. Morgans. Bella brightened at his voice. Mr. Morgans turned his back to her and then asked if the photographer was ready. He said oui.

Mr. Morgans turned around with his fingers in the inside of his cheeks, his eyes criss-crossed, while waggling his tongue. Bella giggled madly, the photographer hurriedly took the picture, and Mr. Morgans laughed while he smiled at Bella. She looked up at her teacher and blushed.

Abel Morgans was the only boy who could ever make her smile.

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