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~Chapter One~
I was pressed against the window looking at all my eyes could set themselves on. The alpine trees, the cherub fountain, the monument of the founder of the school Woodsmen Institution for the gifted and talented and the students coming out of Mercedes and Porsches. Fireflies by Owl City were playing on my ipod but it only made a melodramatic hum in the background of my hysteria. Some were looking at the car but I could not be seen from behind the tinted windows. My new school seemed very grand. From out the front of the windows I could see a large, white building. It was basically made of windows. They were all stained in reds. yellows, blues and greens. From behind you could see what was going on behind – mostly people doing work and marking thing. This seemed to be the main building and we were heading towards it.
Suddenly car stops and makes me double over wondering why. A man stood in front of the car two hands in front of his chest in a stop motion. He walks round to the driver’s window and gestures for my Uncle Vlad Barrykite to pull down the window.
“Do you have a pass to be in the grounds, Mr?” The menacing man says. His face was expressionless and his accent was the same aswell. My uncles turns his head to look at me but answers in the same bland voice.
“No but I am taking my neice into school. She is new here.”
“Well, you got to have a card.”
“Well, I don’t have one.”
“Well, then you can’t go past. You got that?” My uncle nods and turns to me.
“Is it ok with you If I drop you off her?” I nod and get out of the car. People stare when I walk to the boot of the car but I guess it was natural. Same at my old school. A group of guy wolf whistle and gave my white teethed grins but I don’t look at them. I wouldn’t give those sort of guys the time of day. A couple of girls look at me jealously but it wasn’t my fault. Well, I better say goodbye to being normal and concentrate on my acting and modeling. Just by looking around I could tell this school was not about studying. Parties, Boys and sex. That was what it was all about. Well, that’s what everyone behavior suggested.
By now, Uncle Vlad had come to the back of the car to help me. He and the body guard – or what ever he was – kept on sending each other greasies but I guess it a man thing. Who’s stronger, you know. But I bet the body guard could win even if my Uncle was Superman. He pulls out a couple of bags trying to hold a grin on his face but it kept on sliding into a hard-core grimace. He puts them on the floor with a large sigh and give me a hug.
“I will visit you, I promise. And I promise your parents will always be with you. They told me to look after you and I will. I promise.” I give him a hug back.
“Your hugs are firm, girl. You been working out?”
“No, please don’t do that.”
“OK. I’ll miss you.” He plants a kiss on my fringe covered forehead and walks away, shooting the bodyguard another look before getting in his James Bond car and driving away.
Men, ugh!
I grab the handles of my suitcase and stark carry them in big loping strides. It was obvious I was struggling and lucky me, a lot of people noticed.
Surprisingly someone’s randomly takes my bags. A boy – maybe a year older than me – was standing over me with a small white teeth smile on his cute face. He had dark brown hair with light tints high lighted into it. His vert eyes were looking at me intensely which was scary but I kept my gaze.
“Hey! You! That’s mine!” I scream at him. He walks away but answers and beckons me to follow him.
“I’ve realized. Come on! I’ll show you to your room.” I roll my eyes at his back but follow him anyways. I didn’t want my bags stolen by some random boy.
“You can’t just take someone’s bags! That not how you make friends or girlfriend!” I stop in sudden horror. The last part had NOT meant to come out. He was cute, you got me right but I only met him. I could feel my cheeks go pink and feel like they were blazing on fire. He stops to but smiles.
“Well, that is how I make my girlfriends… and friends.” He smiles one of his fire starting smiles and starts to walk again. This was going to be a interesting school and very interesting place Washington D.C. He starts to then and I am obliged to follow. It’s not like I really had any choice.
We passed many towers and building blocks which my new friend pointed out were the schooling blocks.
“So… what your name?” I ask my new friend. I really hadn’t had time to do the usual meet and greet. I was too busy trying to make sure he didn’t steal my stuff.
“Oh I’m Adrian and your Dina Petrov. Used to go to Baltomor University in Alaska. Uncle looks after her. Two cat. Favourite color is black.”
“When I asked for your name. I meant your name. Not mine or my life story, ‘Kay?” He lifts and eyes brow.
“I was just interested. I never met someone from Alaska. Isn’t It like really cold there?” From thCan you review or give me some advice on my story?
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Pick a tense and stick to it. This wanders randomly between past and present.
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