Corray De Lor

Ian Chester

                                                                          Ian

Sure my dad is Griffin Chester, a big business man, sure I’ve been raised in a wealthy atmosphere, but does that really make me a rich snob? Pretty much everyone who goes to Corray De Lor is rich. So why do they pick on me? Usually it’s the popular kids who pick on people but in this case it’s the unpopular kids. Weird, right? I guess they’re jealous because I’m richer than them. Wow, what I just said totally made me sound like an actual snob. Last year at Corray De Lor I hung out with popular brats. I didn’t know what I was doing, I was a stupid freshman. I just followed the crowd. I may have sometimes been a little mean too.

But this year there’s change in the air. I will be nice and hang out with the uncool crowd. I mean unpopular.

I’m Ian Chester. Starting sophomore year at Corray De Lor Academy. School for kids of aristocratic families.

The school is pretty cool. It has good teachers and classes. You stay all year long and can go home for holidays or spend them at the school, I don’t know why you would want to do that though. It’s pretty boring most of the time except for the incident involving  Darcy Bertram and Gwen Calber.

Darcy was a sophomore and Gwen was a freshman. Darcy’s a jerk. I’m ashamed to say I was friends with him last year. He’s a genius too. Still, I’m not sure whether the picture was real or fake.

Maybe I’ll ask Gwen this year. I didn’t get a chance because she left immediately after Darcy showed everyone the picture and no one has seen her since. I wonder if she’ll even show up this year.

I arrive at the school and am glad to hear I have the same room as last time. Oh great, that means Darcy Bertram’s going to be staying in the same room. I claim my bed and start unpacking. No one I know has arrived yet. Just obnoxious screaming freshmen running down the halls and looking for their rooms.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Sebastian Chester. It’s been a long time.” I know that voice.

I turn around and see Darcy Bertram himself standing in the doorway. He throws his bag on the bed and pats me on the back.

“How’s it going, mate?”

“Uhhh.” I say. What’s our friendship going to be this year? Should I ignore what he did to Gwen? No. I won’t. I will change this year.

“I’m going to go see if anyone needs help.” Helping freshmen? That’s the last thing I wanted to do. But hey, anything to get away from Bertram.

I stumbled across a confused looking boy. He had shaggy black hair and glasses. He kept squinting at the numbers above the door frames.

“Hey, need any help?” I asked.

He looked at me. “Just trying to find my room.”

“I’m Ian, nice to meet you. You’re going to like it here.”

“I’m Ben.” He replied. “Here it is.”

He opened a door leading to a room full of loud fourteen year old boys throwing pillows and wrestling on the floor.

“Great.” He muttered.

I wished him luck and turned around. I peeked into my room and saw Bertram’s back turned. I sneaked past and just as I was going down the stairs I bumped into someone I didn’t expect.