Again was written at 12 in the morning watching home we may have a problem sos-gossip girl
Ada:
"Thank you, have a good day," Ada said waving at the bus driver as she stepped off onto the pristine cobblestone path that led to the grand entrance of St. Augustine's Academy. The imposing gothic architecture of the school loomed before her, making her feel both awed and slightly out of place. She looked around for her duffle bag, weathered and well-loved, it stood out amidst the sea of designer luggage and expensive suitcases that the bus drivers were unloading.
She heaved her bag over her shoulder and began her ascent up the stairs to the entrance hall. Students were crowded around a notice board checking their room allocations, squeezing her way through the crowd she looked for her name:
Farrah year 11 student assignments :
Name
Floor + Room
Advisor
Claire Cambelle
302
Ms Turner
Victoria Du Pont
305
Ms turner
Eleanor Ford
306
Ms Turner
Edward Morgan
401
Mr Johns
Keaton Rosewood
402
Mr Johns
Ada Thorne
302
Ms Turner
William Vanderbilt
402
Mr Johns
Margeret Windsor
306
Ms Turner
Benjamin Wheeler
401
Mr Johns
She grabbed her timetable and headed up the stairs to her assigned room on the third floor. She turned the ornate gold doorknob and entered, finding herself in a spacious room bathed in soft, golden light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The cream-colored walls were devoid of artwork, but the rich navy blue carpet underfoot added a touch of elegance. Two four-poster beds made of dark mahogany took center stage, draped in billowing canopies of emerald green and blue that matched the bedding's intricate gold embroidery. Nightstands and dressers flanked each bed, and a large desk with a leather-backed chair occupied a corner.
'Pick up your jaw, mate, you're practically drooling' Said an unfamiliar voice coming from a door off the side of the room.
She whipped around her blush deepening, " Can you blame me?."
The girl laughed, shaking her head causing her short pixie cut to fall into her face," I'm Claire, Claire Cambelle," She introduced herself, extending a well-manicured hand for Ada to shake.
"Ada...Thorne," She replied, shaking her hand quickly before releasing it awkwardly.
"So, how are you liking St.Augs?' Asked Claire flopping down on a bed.
"It's big..."Ada replied unsure what to say so she started unpacking her meager belongings to give her hands something to do. The necklace she would usually fiddle with was still in her bag.
"Where did you go before," Asked Claire, flipping over to lay on her stomach watching Ada unpack her belongings. Her own had been thrown haphazardly into the dresser.
"Ahh," she hesitated. Ada wanted this school to be a fresh start, to leave the past behind. But it seemed that, just like at every other school she had attended, that question was inevitable.
"Well," Ada replied nervously, "It's probably not somewhere you've heard of, small town really"
Claire sensed the awkward tension in the room and swiftly changed the subject. "Oh, it doesn't really matter," she said with a cheerful tone. Come on, I'm absolutely famished! Let's pop out for some lunch." With that, Claire hopped off her bed and gave her hair a playful shake.
Together, they walk out into the hall. A few people were mingling outside their rooms chatting, but they swiftly walked past them heading out down the stairs to the dining room. It was full of people, almost every table had someone sitting at it. Ada felt the fear start to build in her chest. She started picking at her fingernails, blood appearing under her nails. "Let's sit someplace quiet," She suggested walking over to the only empty table.
Sitting down at the table, she and Claire started eying the menu. Ada was tempted to get everything, the long train ride to the school had left her famished, and the idea of being able to eat as much as she possibly could was novel.
Just as she and Claire were ready to order, an eager voice called out "Claire?".
Both Claire and Ada turned around from the noise "Who~" Claire said before realising who it was, "Will! How's it going?"
It was the same guy whom Ada had encountered on the bus, Keaton's friend. 'Wait. Does that mean-' She thought to herself.
Sure enough there he was standing arms crossed the seemingly permanent look of irritation on his features.
"You should really refrain from sitting in other people's seats. It's becoming a bad habit" Keaton commented, running a hand through his hair.
"Just. my. Luck" Ada muttered under her breath
"Oh, come on Keaton don't be such an ass. That's no way to welcome the new girl. Especially when she's hot as f*ck." Will interjected
Ada felt her cheeks turn red as he persisted with a charming smile "Tell me, did it hurt when you fell from heaven"
"Are you saying I'm a devil?" Joked, Ada
Keaton rolled his eyes, if the name fits..."
"Mate sit down," urged Will pushing the seat out across from him, trying to maintain a friendly atmosphere. Begrudgingly Keaton sat down.
"So, sweetheart," Said Will crossing his legs, "What's your name?"
"Oh how rude of me this is Ada, my roommate, Ada this is William Vanderbilt, and the charming gentleman sitting next to you is Keaton Rosewood." Said Claire.
Ada's attention was diverted by the delicious aroma coming from a tray a waiter was carrying towards them laden with delicious-looking meals, her eyes lit up with anticipation.
Keaton, who seemed to have begrudgingly accepted Ada's presence, took a sip from his drink that had just arrived. "We've met," he stated curtly.
"Have you gotten your timetables yet?"Asked Will, changing the topic as he picked at his burger.
"Yeah" sighed Claire with a hint of annoyance "I can't believe we got stuck with Anderson again she's such a c*nt".
"At least Keaton and I get to skip History we've got Rugby practice," Will chimed in
"Doesn't seem worth it honestly, I'd rather make out with George Washington than kick some balls around."
"Excuse me?" Said Will, his British coming out, "That's not even what Rugby's about; it's more than just a sport—it's a culture!" Ada, finding the rugby talk uninteresting, zoned out, her mind wandering as the conversation continued. She never quite got into rugby; it was confusing and the crowds were always very.. crowdy.
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The ultimate playbook
Romance{On going} (can someone pls tell us what the different copyright things mean?) Ada Throne a girl with a troubled past finds herself at St. Augustine's Academy, where CEO's daughters and businessmen sons receive the best education money can buy. Ada...
