Rebecca Richards stood at the front of Dartlands academy. It was a white-brick, two storey, baronial building, with the name written across the top. The glass windows were arranged in rolls across the first storey and then the second. There was stairways connecting the grass landscape to the school. She could faintly see some students inside the grand floor through the main entrance door. Taking a deep breath, she walked forward, to what would be the most difficult year of her life.
As she entered the building, she knew immedietely that this school was unlike her previous college. The main hallway was large and seemed to go on forever. The shiny white tiled floor made Rebecca wondered if the school had a thing for white. Blue lockers filled the hallway of the school like it a scene from an American highschool. The school was indeed owned by an American, she thought. There were a few students scattered around, the boys dressed looking smart in their navy blue suits; while the girls in their fitted skirts (with white patterns), three- inch heels and navy blazer. Wow! Even their uniforms breaths classy, Rebecca thought. At her old school they had to wear uniform with the most horrible and tacky shadeof brown ever. After inspecting the hallways again and a few funny looks form the students; she followed the directions on the sign on top of the hallway to the reception office.
"Name?" The receptionist looked to be in her mid thirties, she had the biggest glasses she had seen- but a really friendly smile.
"Rebecca Richards" she answered looking through to her office. It was small, with quite a number of carbinets around the pale walls.
"Here is your schedule and a map of the school. Have a good first day" She smiled.
"Thank you" she replied politely, having the weird sudden urge to pee.She followed the map to where it said the toilet was and opened the door to the girl's toilet. She was immedietely hit with a vanilla aroma. On getting inside, she was amazed at what she saw. There was a large mirror at the side against the cream walls, there was at least ten individual sinks with automatic hand wash hanging over the sink. The toilets were empty, so she had the chance to inspect each toilets and she was suprised at what she saw. It was clean! There was nothing written on the walls or at the back of the doors! It was a massive improvement from her old school that had piles of crap on the floors and rude words written all over the walls. "Susan is a slut" was one of them.
Not wanting to seem like a weirdo in case anyone decided to come in, she decided to do what she actually came here for- to urinate. After shutting the door behind me, she heared heels clicked on the floors. Thank God I wasn't inspecting the toilets like a freak anymore, she thought.
Don't you think you should just give up?" A girl said, as Rebecca heard droplets of water pouring into the sink.
"You've been my friend for three years now, when have you ever seen that I have given up on something that I really wanted?" Another voice said. This voice was grating and nasal. She had gotten quick familiar with how different voices sounded like because her dad was a speech therapist. "Grayson would see that we are meant to be together, I mean who else would be well suited for him- if not me?" Then the person started laughing, but it was more like shrilling. Deciding that, she couldn't take no more, she flushed the toilet and came out.There was three girls. The one is the middle looked to be the leader if the group due to the way she held herself. She had straight, arm-length, blonde hair. Her made up was done to perfection, as if she were a model not a student. The girl to her right had shoulder length brown hair and had eyes like that of a cat. While, the girl to the right has short, black pixel hair. She was the more "innocent" looking one out of the three.
"And you are?" The leader asking Rebecca as she went to the sink to wash her hands.
"She's probably one of those people that they give scholarships to" the girl with the cat eyes said with disgust.
"Oh.." Blonde's facial expressions changed. "Those people. I wonder why a school like this will stoop so low to-" she looked Rebecca up and down distastefully "take on charity cases"Rebecca realized then that she was one of those people. The people who thinks they own the place and looked down their noses at others. Well, she wasn't going to endure anymore bullying, the past few months has been hard for her, she didn't need a spoilt brat adding to her sorrows.
"Charity case? Says the one with the Calvin Klein bag that is sooo outdated" She grabbed her school bag from the counter and stomped out the door, with Blondie's mouth wide open with disbelief.
"Close your mouth Blondie, a fly might just enter" she shouted as the bell rung for first period.
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The Dartlands Academy (BWWM)
Teen Fiction17 year old Rebecca Richards got a scholarship into the elite dartlands academy, where she immediately feels out of place. However that is not her only problem because an accident occurred that killed her father and left her mother in the coma. Unex...