Walking into the gym, I was greeted with lots of chatter. It seemed everyone wanted to talk at the exact same time. I quickly scanned the room and found a large, empty spot towards the far end of the gym. I scurried to the spot so no one would try to talk to me. After I sat down, a short woman, probably the headmaster, walked to the center of the gym and stood in front of the podium there.
"WELCOME STUDENTS....WAIT..," she started as she tried to turn the microphone down. It felt like my ears had just exploded. The pain was...well....painful of course. After a moment, the woman got the settings right and continued. "Sorry about that. Anywho....(Anywho? Who says that anymore? Get it? *chuckle *chuckle. Never mind) I hope everyone is as excited as I am for another great year here at West Hills." The crowd replied a half-hearted "Yay"
"I said 'who is ready for another great year?'!" she shouted once more. This time however, no one said or did anything. Except a cough which made me silently chuckle. She made an attempt of a pout and continued, "Well....My name is Ms. Watson and I will be your headmaster this year here at West Hills. (This year?)Your schedules will be located at your dorms and I will must tell you the rules we oblige here at West Hills." Then, Ms. Watson droned about every single rule and its meaning and went on until I zoned out.
I thought about today and how everything became more and more mysterious as it passed. First, the driver's warning. Then, the strangeness of the secretary. Finally, no roommate as well as the loose floorboard. There was something about this school that wasn't right and kept me on-guard. As I left the gymnasium and into the cool night, I had many theories, but none of them connected. Maybe all of this was natural. Yah...everyone just happened to be suspicious. I decided a well rested mind would be best for tomorrow. Right now, I didn't need anymore mysteries to pop up in my face.
Luck decided to screw with me that night though.
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West Hills
Teen FictionThings seemed perfect for Mark Dean. He had a great family, a group of friends that cared, and the easiest of classes. Things get screwed up when his mom and dad divorce and send him to a boarding school called West Hills Boarding School. Then, his...
