The door opened to a large and bright hallway. The floor was made of marble, a beautiful cream colour that exsentuated the marvellous light pink walls all around. In the middle of the room stood a large round table with a giant vase filled with the most wonderfully smelling flowers, basically welcoming anyone in. Above the table hung a chandelier, brightening up the room. Behind it, a grand staircase.
I walked inside, carefully stepping around the table so as to not accidentally knock anything over. Knowing myself, it could very well happen. On the opposite side of the front door was another door leading into the dining room where a part of the group was already located. I walked in and carefully looked around.
The flooring in here was a light coloured herringbone-style wooden floor and light green walls filled with the most exquisite artwork. In the middle of the room was a dining table, much larger than the one in the hallway. This one is big enough to seat us all, it would seem. A few people looked my way as I scoured the room for my best friend. I found her sitting at the end of the table on the left side of the room.
I hurried towards her, and as I sat down on the chair beside her, I gave her shoulder a slight squeeze as a way of saying hello. The room was filled with chatter, everyone trying their best to figure out what was going to happen. My best friend, Leah, was participating in the conversation as I sat quietly, just listening to what everyone had to say.
Every few minutes, a new person would show up and take a seat around the table. Eventually, we managed to fill every chair available.
There was a slow building of tension in the room as we all just sat and waited.
I jumped slightly as another door opened, a door which seemed to lead towards the kitchen area. In through the door came an older woman, possibly around the same age as my mother. She had a small tray in one hand, and on that tray laid an envelope. She walked towards the other end of the table, opposite Leah and me, and bent the tray down as a way of saying, here, take the letter. The young woman, a blonde, picked it up, looked around at us all, and then proceeded to open the envelope. Inside was a letter, one she then proceeded to read out loud.~
Dear group 27,
You have all been invited to be a part of this wonderful experiment: The Greenleaf Society.
This house will be your home for the next 10 months. In these months, you will not only learn new people but also what it means to create and maintain a functioning community where everyone has a place and duty.
The first order of business will be getting to know everyone, may it be in the form of a party or otherwise, is up to you.
For the most part, everything will be up to you. But occasionally, you will get a letter from us with a challenge/assignment.
YOU ARE READING
The Greenleaf Society - Harry Styles.
Fanfiction20 strangers living together in a house for 10 months couldn't possibly be too dramatic, right?