Burvington Preparatory Academy of Excellence.
Home of the "Burlie" Boys.
The richest , said to be strongest and some of the most genius minds in all of Great Britain. Home to the 4 most powerful boys (and then some) . They do, say and be who the...
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Time has blurred
CHEYANNE AIMS WAS LOVING BURVINGTON, IN FACT SHE WAS LOVING BEING A TEACHER AGAIN.
Perhaps it were the crisp tangs of fresh morning air her lungs guzzled every morning. (Now she'd never be able to look at oxygen the same in New York again), or the beauteous hilly grasslands and scenic nature.
It was no central park.
And she revelled in it, content and joyous.
Being a teacher wasn't so bad.
She'd gone to the cinema at least 3 times in the same week for the price of one. They played just about every film she requested, not matter how indie and small budget. Mostly in an empty theatre where there, she were free to let her reactions flow.
The Methven Hollow spa had become her proof of a higher power, and reason enough for weekly devotion. That walk up the hill though, was proving to be a real pilgrimage.
Her skin glowed and hair grew.
And the men in this place?!
Whoever this higher power was, really believed Valentine's day to be anytime she stepped out her luxury teacher's suite.
And the pay hadn't even been discussed. But the pay..... talk about reckless giving!
Humility was after all the safest policy.
All this, and all she had to do was watch over teen girls she genuinely liked. Not even teach, just watch?!
Cheyanne did her part and rather well. She loved tending and speaking to the beauteous emotions of the young women. It was a heavy calling but one she knew the world needed.
So what went wrong?
For the first time in weeks, all the girls of the Geraldine Preparatory school of Virtue were sat in front of her in the same room.
And every single one of them looked different.
Distressed.
Lorna Simmons, for example. Daughter of media giant for the first time since they met, was without words but plenty a tapping feet.
Isalina Ramirez daughter of world- renowned and respected Soldier General multi-millionaire and Psychiatrist held a slew of troubled looks. The beginnings of a psychosis perhaps.
Or.... Aria Viron, daughter of Space tycoon and revered fashion designer had fashioned a rather dark abyss in her eyes. A soulless look of fear, constantly tethering towards the fringes of something inexplicable.
Even Serafina's usual cool, calm , devil may care attitude was clearly thrown to the wayside and in place left a rather startling reminder of her youth and adolescents she so harshly tried to cover over.
