A young y/n is sent to a boarding school by her mother. There she meets two people who contribute to an interesting, conflicting time there. Who will she choose?
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Sunday, August 31, 2013
England
It was a rather dreary day when the driver of the black limo you were in, rolled through the large iron gates of St. Francis. The buildings were all completely made of brick, covered in vibrant green vines, and it seemed as though each window had a flower box, holding the blooming pink, yellow and orange plants. Their color certainly popped through all the fog and mist that covered the campus.
The black car soon stopped and you picked up your bag, staring up at the enormous building. It looked just like a castle, it was practically medieval. The chauffeur opened the door on your opposite side, making you turn with a jump. He replied with a slight chuckle and held his hand out.
"You alright little miss?" he asked in a sinister tone, accompanied by a predatory gaze. You calmly and slowly nodded, taking his hand and letting him help you out of the car. Upon stepping onto the cobblestone ground, you watched as he took your bags from the trunk, holding them in his two hands. He watched as you straightened out your new plaid skirt and sweater uniform. He stood still as you already began to space out, looking at the ground, fiddling with the straps of your bag. The only thoughts that were flowing through your head were visions and voices of your mother before she sent you all the way across the country. That was until something warm and gentle made contact with your shoulder, making you jump and turn around.
You turn to see a tall, blonde woman with beautiful brown eyes, a longer face and perfectly sculpted nose. When she grinned, her plump lips overlapping.
"Sorry if I frightened you. You must be y/n," she says with a shining smile as she held out her hand. You shake it as you look her in the eyes, gently nodding. She slightly chuckled as she placed a hand on your back and looked to the driver who was watching the interaction with your bags at his feet and a cigarette in his mouth, between his fingers. Cordelia gazes at him and picks up your cases her self.
"You able to handle those Miss Goode?" he laughs.
"I think we'll get along just fine, thank you," she replied with a dull tone. She hands you one of them before starting to strut towards the large building. You look back at the man and he winks at you. Quickly, you follow Miss Cordelia. She pushed open the large door and you're met with tall stone walls and a huge wooden winding staircase, along with portraits of many men who's eyes seemed to follow you anywhere you went.
"Now, it may seem pretty empty today... No one's here yet," she started, making you swiftly turn back to look at her. She noticed your little scare and decided to brush it off with a warm smile. "Everyone's arriving tomorrow. Us teachers are here today to move our stuff in."
"Stuff?" You replied so meek and quiet.
"Ah she speaks! Yes we... have our own houses on campus. Uhm that's my house right there. Right next to your dorm. So I'm always close by if you need anything." she said, pointing out the large window to what looks like a cottage almost. It was a yellow colonial with white trim.
