Love At War

Chapter 2

Okay guys, so this is chapter two of my story! I know it's not all that yet, but I'm getting to the actual plot, and I need you guys to get a feel of the atmosphere and get into the mood of it. The details are very very VERY important, so make sure you guys read it carefully! :) Other than that, sit back and enjoy!

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Aarya x

P.S Thank you to Jenny who made that awesome cover on the right >>>>

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Chapter 2

It seemed as though the remaining twenty minutes had flown past, and before I knew it, students were already appearing from different parts of the field. I stood up quickly, and nervously brushed down my red shirt and jeans, before joining the rest of the people who were waiting for their turn in line. One by one, Mr Lenny was allowing them to enter, after they had shown their ID card to the CCTV camera, which had clearly been fitted for security purposes. 

It was my turn next, and the butterflies in my stomach were threatening to multiply, as I took a step forward and cleared my throat.

“Where’s the ID?” Mr Lenny sounded bored, and I decided there and then that I didn’t like this hideous man. He was rude and spiteful, and obviously his past must have left some severe impact on his attitude towards other people.

“Ummm.... I’m a transfer student. Today is my first day here, and I was meant to meet...Err- Ms Jamison during period one.” My voice sounded small, and was barely above a whisper. I was worried that he might tell me to speak up, and the sound of tapping of feet behind me, indicated that the students were becoming impatient.

But to my huge relief, the intercom beeped, and the gates flung open. I rushed through, just in case they locked me out, and the nerves kicked in again once I was inside the sixth form. Mr Lenny was a small man, with light brown hair which he wore spiked up with gel, sharp blue eyes, and on this particular day he was wearing a matching blue shirt. He didn’t bother looking up as I approached the reception, but that was probably because he was shouting at the student who was behind me. Apparently he didn’t have his ID card on him, and had to return back home in order to retrieve it.

However, next to him was a tall woman, who looked almost elegant, wearing a long grey pencil skirt with a white blouse, and her hair was propped up into a bun and held in place with what looked like a pair of chopsticks. As I approached her, I noticed that her eyes were the palest of grey, and her hair looked almost red, as the light bounced off her head.

“You must be April.” She smiled, flashing white teeth, “I’m Ms Jamison, the head of this Sixth Form. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” I returned her smile and shook her hand, “I came a little late, I apologise. But uh- Mr Lenny wouldn’t let me in to see you.”

A scowl appeared on her face, and the creases from the stress of this job, appeared clearly just below her eyes and mouth. “Is that so?” She asked, “Hmm... I am truly sorry about that.”

I nodded in acceptance, and followed her to her office. It was a large room, with the walls covered in different forms of art, giving it a more vibrant feel. An old wooden desk was pushed to one side, with an office chair and two seats on the opposite sides for guests to sit on. One side of the wall was also covered in bookshelves, with endless amounts of books. I couldn’t get a chance to catch a quick glimpse of the type of books she read, because Ms Jamison sat me down on one of the spare chairs and began shuffling through papers. “Right, well, if you could just fill out this form, and sign at the bottom.” She said finally, after handing me a white sheet, “This is to ensure that you accept the terms and policies that we follow here.”