Chapter 1
AN: This is my partner story with Primavera15. We switch writing every chappie. This first one is written by her. Excellent job, girl. I'll get working on the next one soon.
Bonnie:
I was eating my breakfast quietly when mother sat down, smiling. I looked at her in question.
"What's up?" I asked her.
"I found the school perfect for you!"
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What's the school name?"
"Mystic Waters High School! It had the most largest class of art than in another other school here in Florence!"
I nodded, thinking. "How far is it from here?"
"Twenty minutes. It's in the forest and on the side is the most beautiful river you can imagine!"
"Where's the catch?" I asked, sighing.
Mother's smile wavered and she took a bite of her pancakes, chewing on it slowly. I finished my plate and set the fork down, waiting for her answer.
"I'll right out and say it. The school also has vampires."
I groaned aloud. I hate vampires. They're evil, mean creatures. Worse than humans. I thought about it very hard for a moment before deciding. I'm not going to give up this opportunity just because we're in the same building.
"You know what? I'll go to this high school for a few days, check it out the class and what they have and all that and if everything goes well and I like the class and I can tolerate the blood suckers enough than I'll stay if not then I'll just go to another school even if I loose the art opportunity."
Mother looked at me for a moment then smiled. "Aww my baby is maturing!"
I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Yeah."
"Alright well today we have an appointment for you so you can go see it and check out the campus inside and out."
I nodded. "Alright. I'll go shower and get ready."
I got up and placed the dishes in the sink and made my way to my room when I heard mother call my name.
"Yes?" I asked.
"I think I'll be a good time so say I've already signed you up."
Oh fuck.
Bonnie's mother:
I was so surprised Bonnie would agree to go for it even after I told her about the vampires. With the incident she had back at her old school in California, she just absolutely despises them. We both showered and got ready and here we are heading to the school. I turned and drove into the dark forest. Everyone calls it that because even during day time the forest looks a little scary and the sun light doesn't seem to really hit the forest all the way to the ground. I looked over at Bonnie and saw she was checking out the scene.
"I have a feeling you're going to like it there." I said.
She looked over at me. "Hopefully. I really want to see how that art class is."
The rest of the trip was quiet with Bonnie staring out the window, taking in everything and thinking about it. We came to a stop at the school gate and I smiled.
"Here we are, honey." I said, excited.
Bonnie:
I lowered my window and stuck my head out. My eyes widened. The building was enormous! Very goth looking too. The building was grey, almost black. At night, I can imagine the building looking like Dracula's house. Other than that, the school was appealing.
"Can I help you, maim?" a voice from a speaker asked.
"Yes, I'm Elizabeth McCullough and I have an appointment."
"Welcome, Mrs. Elizabeth, we've been expecting you."
Something about the way he said it, made goose bumps appear on my arms. The gates opened and mother drove inside. The parking lot was just as enormous as its building. There was only three cars in the entire place, making it look even bigger.
"Don't worry, Bonnie this place is going to be less scary when school starts."
"When?"
"If I remember correctly, in two weeks."
You've got to be kidding. It was the last day of June and I've been on vacation only a week and a half. Mother got into the parking space in front of the school entrance. We got out and we went inside. When I got a look of the inside, I froze. Wow! There was a lot of space and many rooms between each hall. It seemed like someone could get lost in here.
"Welcome to Mystic Waters High School. We appreciate you coming today."
I glanced over and I couldn't help but blush a little.
The man looked like in his early thirties with ear length brown hair and brown eyes. He wore and expense looking black suit with black dress shoes. His hair was sleeked black and the sweet smell of cologne came from his body. I looked over at mother and saw she looked like she was in love.
"Oh yes, thank you for having us, Mr. Collins!" mother said, smiling shyly.
"Please follow me ladies." he said bowing and we walked behind him as we went down a long hallway. He opened a door and steppes aside to let us in first. Once inside, he closed the door and went to the chair behind a large wooden desk. Guess everything in this school is big.
"Please, sit down. Make yourselves at home. Would you like some coffee or water?" Mr. Collins asked. We sat down and I looked around.
"I'm fine, thank you." mother said, with her love gaze he didn't seem to notice.
"I'm fine also, thank you very much Mr. Collins." I said, smiling politely.
He smiled when he sat down in his chair. "I like well mannered students."
"Oh yes! I've always taught her about manners since she was little! Don't fine many people with that anymore it seems!" mother said, giggling. I almost sighed aloud. I hated when she was like this.
"No you don't, you're very right about that. I always taught my older son that but he seems to be getting a little rusty. Well I would like to thank you again for coming and I remember you're here so your daughter can see around the campus. I'm the principal by the way, Bonnie so any troubles come to me."
"Thank you, sir, I appreciate it."
"Yes, Mr. Collins. My daughter, Bonnie is very excited to see around you lovely school!"
"Well she won't be disappointed. I'm sure she'll really like the art class."
He smiled at me and got up, opening the door for us. We walked out into the hall and we followed and listened very closely as he pointed out all the important places.
It was a very enormous school, indeed. I lost count of all the classes and rooms and then Mr. Collins announced that we were going to pass by the art room. When we came in the room, everything for me went into slow motion. I gasped in amazement at what I saw. Clean painting boards were out on stills. Paintbrushes of all sizes lined the top of the wooden drawers. Everything smelled and looked so clean. My hands twitched, wanting to grab a brush and start painting. Mr. Collins chuckled at my overwhelming expression.
"Every year, our school, Florence High School and other schools in the city of Florence, competes in a art competition. The goal is for one person, who the teacher chooses, to paint something better than the others depending on the theme that year. The winner receives $25,000 euros and another $50,000 euros for the school." he said.
"Oh my god…this is so amazing! I so hope I get chosen! But do all the teachers know English so I can talk to them?"
"They do, Miss and if you're ever stuck on something you can ask the teacher to tour you after school if you didn't understand something they said in Italian. You…do understand enough Italian, am I right?"
"Yes, I started in Freshman year and I did some extra time with DVDs and books at home."
"I'm sure you'll like it here Bonnie. There maybe vampires here too but they're educated enough not to do things they shouldn't do."
I nodded, slowly. "Hope so."
There was a moment of silence before he broke in. "Any other questions, ladies?"
"When does school start?" I asked.
"We start on the 10th of July. Year ends in mid May so you guys get a little more than two months."
"And what about schedule and books?" mother asked.
"She'll get her schedule back in my office and the books she'll get when she enters her classes the first day."
When we didn't have any more questions, we went back to his office and talked some more about the school before he gave me the list of my classes with the hours and all before we were going to leave. Mr. Collins accompanied us to the door and we were about to thank him again when the most sexiest male voice came from behind Mr. Collins.
"Father…oh my apologies I didn't know you were busy." I leaned to the side to get a better look at him. Oh…my…god…!
