Porcelain Masks

01

Chloe

A knot forms in the pit of my stomach as the ancient stone turrets of Serenity Heights Institute come into view. This imposing edifice stands as a monument to privilege and legacy—two concepts that have always felt just out of reach for someone like me. With each step along the winding cobblestone path, my footfalls seem to echo the weight of expectation that trails in my wake.

Serenity Heights Institute nestled in the rolling hills just outside the picturesque city of Edinburgh, the boarding school stands as an architectural marvel against the backdrop of nature's beauty. Surrounded by lush greenery and cradled by the undulating hills, the school exudes an aura of both grandeur and tranquility.

The main building, a stately structure of ancient stone, weaves seamlessly into the natural landscape, its turrets and towers rising majestically against the ever-changing Scottish sky. Ivy vines embrace the weathered walls, telling tales of centuries past. Arched windows framed by time-worn stone reveal glimpses of the interior, where the soft glow of lamps reflects the warmth within.

As I approach the entrance, a cobblestone path meanders through meticulously manicured gardens. Flowers of every hue burst forth, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that dance with the breeze. The air carries the subtle fragrance of blooming heather and the invigorating scent of pine, making every step towards the entrance an immersive experience.

Upon entering, the hallowed halls echo with the whispers of history. Polished wooden floors gleam under the soft light, and oil paintings of former headmasters and mistresses line the walls, silently watching over generations of students. A grand staircase adorned with a rich, red carpet spirals upwards, connecting the different wings of the school.

The classrooms, adorned with dark wooden desks and vintage maps, exude an academic charm that fosters an atmosphere of intellectual curiosity. Tall bookshelves line the walls, housing volumes that have weathered the passage of time. Sunlight streams through large windows, casting a warm glow on the worn leather chairs and hardwood tables.

The dormitories, each with its own unique character, overlook the rolling hills that stretch into the horizon. Students' laughter and camaraderie blend with the distant sounds of nature, creating a symphony of youthful exuberance against the serene backdrop. Quaint fireplaces and cozy reading nooks add a touch of homeliness to the living quarters.

Beyond academics, the school offers a myriad of outdoor spaces where students can escape into nature. The sprawling grounds boast sports fields framed by ancient stone walls, and hidden pathways lead to quiet alcoves where one can find solace amidst the whispers of the wind.

In the hills of Edinburgh, this boarding school seamlessly merges tradition with the natural beauty that surrounds it. It is a place where the past and present coalesce, creating an environment that fosters learning, camaraderie, and a deep appreciation for the enchanting Scottish landscape.

The epitome is to enter this prestigious school is to preserve our traditional family names just like my father directed us with. Once we're at the school, we can't rush home again until next summer.

I cast a furtive glance toward my twin sister Isabella, desperately wishing I could borrow even an ounce of her serene composure. While her expression betrays no hint of apprehension, dread wraps icy tendrils around my pounding heart. How can she appear so calm, so confident in the face of this daunting new world we're being thrust into?
Unconsciously, my palms begin their ritual dance across the fabric of my skirt, smoothing away wrinkles that don't exist in a futile attempt to channel that same unruffled grace. Isabella has always been the composed one, the cherished daughter who seems to glide through life garnering accolades and affection with casual ease. In her presence, I can't help but feel plain and inadequate by comparison, like a candle struggling to burn beside a radiant supernova.