Mediocre And Remarkable

Chapter 1-First Impressions

Chapter 1 is here! Sorry if its bad i haven't wrote in a year so i may be rusty. I am open to criticism plss i would love to get better at what i love :)) enjoy~

Edit: there were so many mistakes so i had to redo it and here is the actual chapter

Edit 2: ...noticed more mistakes... sorry.
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Early in the morning of September 22nd, when fall began slowly waking up, a long two-story dark navy-blue bus slowed to a stop at the entrance of Marythorn School of Extended Learning. The gravel flatly laid out in the front yard crunched under the tires, and the engine's roar died down and hissed as the driver pressed on the breaks.

Awaiting this bus was Ms. Jennings; the vice principal of Marythorn School. She stood on the old grey stone steps leading into the building, her hands together in front of her.

Ms. Jennings was a short plump woman with short, half-blond, half-black hair that curled under her ears. Her soft bangs lay neatly above her eyebrows, which raised as she smiled at the arrival of the bus.

A new round of students to attend the school were coming, and she was most excited to meet new faces. In addition, most students' parents were amazingly rich to be able to have their kids enroll, and the money helps the old school stay open and supply new materials for the children.

Ms. Jennings smoothed out her tight black dress and inhaled deeply, letting the air out her mouth slowly, calming her nerves.

The clear bus doors slid open, and the bus driver gave the woman a smile and a nod, and she returned it. Not a second later, all kinds of teenagers began pouring out like water out of a tap, with their suitcases, backpacks and boxes, stopping in their tracks and staring in awe at the establishment. Many called for those by the bus door to move, but soon also were captured by the invisible spell of disbelief.

Ms. Jennings was thrilled to see the students already mesmerized by the school and couldn't help but look up herself at the building she had worked in for twenty-two years of her life.

The school was about three stories tall, very wide and was made of old brown stones and brick, long rectangular windows with black metal framing- recently cleaned to perfection -having different designs. There were large dark oak doors, with a pointed arch above. The cursive letter 'M' on the doorknob had begun to fade over time. There were tall towers on the east side of the school, with larger windows with an arch on top. Steep black roofs at different levels and balconies, pillars and a long, large room at the side, most likely a library, with ginormous circled windows, taking in as much natural light as possible. And to top it all off, some sharp but neat vines grow across the school.

Indeed, it was a sight for anyone, even the principal sometimes gazes upon it as he leaves for summer break. Nonetheless, the students haven't even seen the inside.

"Welcome newcomers to Maythorn School!" she exclaimed. "I'm sure you all had a long trip here and are tired, so I'll try to make the tour quick. After, you are free to rest, eat, or explore the rest on your own. My name is Ms. Jennings, by the way, your vice principal for the next five years until your graduation. Now, let us begin!"

The teens groaned in unison, but the teacher took no notice. Instead, she opened the large door on the right and waved the kids in, telling them to leave the luggage by the door inside.

It seemed that all the kids were inside, all but one. Micah, who was struggling to get her suitcase out of the under-seat compartment, stumbled out of the bus, grumbling to herself.

As the bus drove away, she took a moment to gaze upon what she called "hell". Taking in the sight of old architecture. 'It's not so bad.' she thought, brushing her short chocolate brown fluffy hair with curtain bangs out of her face. 'Seems old enough to have some spooky stuff for me to explore. Why am I here again? Oh right, I can't meet my parents' unrealistic expectations, so here I am. To improve. Speaking of improving, this school had better have extra pants. This skirt is absolutely not it. I wouldn't be caught dead in this, ever.'