After a violent incident at a summer party, Amora Seawright is sent to Hallows Academy, a known school for troubled teens in Europe, by her mother. In a series of strange events, Amora acquires psychic abilities to commune with the deceased and unea...
"Solostica, once an English territory, is now a small European nation, and the 7th smallest microstate. This tiny island sits in the Celtic Sea. It is covered by beautiful mountains and large evergreen trees. Solostica is most famous for its prestigious secondary school, Hallows Academy. It was at one time just a school for the children of the island, now Hallows Academy is the top school to send the troubled youth of all nations. The academy has gained a sterling reputation, with its top tier education and staff. The alumni have gone on to lead successful lives, which speaks volumes. With a variety of teaching methods from around the globe, this academy is a perfect place to send your teenagers to not only assess and improve their behaviors but also to elevate their education."
The video was playing on a cherry-colored smartphone that was sitting on a table inside a train.
A tan girl with long blonde hair sat in front of the aforementioned phone, but she wasn't listening to it. Instead, she stared out the window and watched the world go by. She sighed and closed the video.
"It sounds kinda like that magic school in the North Sea that Bellamy told me about. ....But for messed up teens." she muttered.
The girl's impression of the school didn't quite match that little video. She sort of expected some sort of dilapidated gothic structure, where students beat each other up. Not the sort of place she'd want to be, but one she would have to be nonetheless.
She adjusted her earbuds as they sat in her ears, and she began to play her music before getting a text, she checked it, sent by someone labeled in her contacts as Dad👨👧.
Amora, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I had no idea she was sending you to any school let alone a school in Europe!
Amora sighed, her dark yellow-green eyes scanning, tapping out a message to her father: It's fine, Daddy, I'm over getting angry about it. I'm just gonna have to live with it.
Her father did not respond, but he was a busy man, so she didn't expect him to respond. Soon after she got a text from someone labeled with a wind chime emoji.
🎐: You there yet?
Amora looked outside the window to see where she was before responding: Not yet, I think I'm close though.
There is a minute pause after she sends her message before she sends another one.
How is Edgar?
🎐: I'm pretty sure he's got kitty depression.
The blonde teen then received a picture of a Maine Coon cat with dark black fur lying atop a bathroom counter.
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🎐: He's made himself at home, nonetheless.
Amora was then sitting another picture, of a hairless cat in a nice little sweater standing on top of a glass coffee table, its head tilted to the side.
