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...
"Apologies, tell me again, in your own words when this all started." Isalina Ramirez had taken her mothers form, a pen in her hand and a sheet littered with cursive concern.
All Burlies and Girlies sat around the blazing fireplace of their supposed, most secret study. Somehow, an uspoken announcement wafted through the air and sure enoug they appeared, all for one reason.
Each, in their own way believing themselves to be crazy to even listen,
And yet, Their ears perked and eyes remained entranced.
With the fire scorching her back, Alifa retreated to a farther corner.
Their gazes trailing not far.
"Um... I.. I don't, sorry I..." Her lips quivered.
The Burlies eyes automatically flickered away.
Aria stood beside her in an instant, taking her hand in her own.
"I believe you. Tell it." She whispered.
Alifa wanted to cry.
How could I have been so awful to you? I don't find you too much?!
I love everything about you.
As if Aria knew, she only reiterated, "Tell it."
Nikita scoffed.
"Start from the beginning." Draco Ejifor, leaning coolly by the bookshelf spoke with that dulcet and endearing voice. He nodded with a reassuring smile.
