Natasha Heartling is sent away to a private school, after a tragic accident. She doesn't know anything about her heritage or what she's about to get into. But she's about to learn who she really is and what lies in the dark.
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I stared awkwardly out the window as the bus drove down the highway. I didn't know how to feel about anything anymore. I was being sent to a private school on an island! An island! The bus was driving a few kids, including myself, towards a long looking bridge. I sat in the back, thinking about how I got put into this position. My father had just died a month prior, and my mother couldn't take care of us both anymore. She needed to get back on her feet before she could take care of me. She believed her answer was to send me away. Away from her. Away from my friends. I sighed miserably.
There was a boy sitting across the aisle and a seat in front of me, just staring. He had been for quite awhile. I didn't like it, I can't even think of one person who does like it. I gave him the birdie, to which he just smirked. I closed my eyes and shook my head, before reaching into my pocket for my ipod. Shoving the head phones in, I blasted Nickelback through my ears.
I didn't realize I had dozed off until someone was poking my side. I groaned tiredly and tried to shoo them away. "Wakey, wakey," a male's voice creeped in my ear.
"Not now, Dad. It's Sunday," I mumbled. The poking continued, and my hand shot up hitting something hard. I opened my eyes wide to see the boy next to me holding his nose. "Oh, crap!" I placed my hand on his shoulder. "I am so sorry. Are you okay?!" He glared back at me.
"What kind of question is that? I think you broke my nose!" He glared back at me, blood dripping down between his fingers.
"Well it's your fault for poking me awake like that!"
"Whatever," he mumbled quietly. He looked away from me and spoke again. "We're here." He walked off the bus not waiting for my response. I sighed, shoved my ipod back into my pocket, grabbed my lacy sun protecting umbrella, and stepped off the bus. I opened the umbrella, making sure the sun could not touch my skin. The bus driver tips his hat to us kids and drives off with our getaway car (just kidding). I turn towards the large gates that stand between us kids and the new school.
The same stupid boy nudged my side, and smirked at me. He wasn't holding his nose anymore. "What's with the umbrella?" he asked smugly. I blushed slightly with embarrassment.
"The sun and I don't get along."
"Ever heard of sun block?"
"I'm allergic to an ingredient they put in." He began to laugh, drawing attention to us. "You know what? Screw you!" I hissed at him, which only made him laugh harder. Anger grew inside me, as his laughter wouldn't stop. My eyebrow started twitching till I couldn't stand it any longer. I closed my eyes tightly and slammed my knee up, hitting him right where it counts. I froze as I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I slowly turned to see an elderly woman (picture Betty White) with a younger man standing beside her. The smile she held was somewhat mischievous smile. She looked to be around eighty, dressed in a blue skirt suit, with pearls around her neck. The man beside her held an umbrella over her head. By the looks of him, he was her assistant. He was dressed professionally with a red button up shirt and black slacks. His hair combed back. He held a straight face.
"Welcome to the Eden Academy," the elderly woman spoke. "I am the owner and headmaster of this institution. My name is Amelia Eden, but you may all call me Headmistress. And it is an honor to welcome all you bright minded children. Do not worry about your luggage; we took the liberty to bring it to your rooms. Now we will begin with the tour."
"But headmaster," the man spoke up. "You have an important meeting."
"Ah, yes." She nodded her head slowly. "Then you shall give the tour."
"Yes, ma'am." The old woman took hold of her umbrella, and walked up to me.
"My dear, what is your name?" she asked me with her interesting smile.
"Oh, um, my name is Natasha. Natasha Heartling," I stuttered.
Author's Note
Hey! So this is my first story posting and I'm a bit nervous so sorry for any mistakes. I'm excited to get my stories out to people. The updates might be a little on the slow side, it just depends on my five month old baby. I'm actually going to name of the characters a name close to hers.
Anyways, I don't know what this voting stuff is all about, but if you like my story then please comment and let me know. :)
P.S. The pictures (where ever they are on here) is how I imagine the characters actually looking in my head, but if you picture something different then by all means go with what you picture. Happy reading!
