A School with a Secret (ON HOLD)

Prologue: The Invitation

     "OMG! Did you see the way he looked at you during lunch?!" My best friend, Mary practically screamed into my ear. We were on our way home from school, it wasn't a short distance but it wasn't too long either. The sun was shining for the first time in months! I could feel the sun's rays on my bare arms. The air smelled of flowers, considering we just past by a flower bush. Outside felt amazing, unlike those cold and dark winter months.

     "Bekah!" Mary snapped, interrupting my thoughts, "Are you listening?"

     "Ya! Of course I am," I lied.

     "Then what did I just say?" She asked with a tone that made slight guilt creep up on me. Then she gave me the death stare. It's the same stare she gave her boyfriend when she heard the rumor he was cheating on her. Mary's eyebrows were angled inwards, her jaw tensed, and her blue eyes held an empty expression. Freckles covered her cheeks, while her natural curly blonde hair reached to about her chest. She was wearing a blue dress with a green vest.  

    "Okay! I wasn't, I was enjoying the weather," I said, quickly and very loudly, "Can you repeat what you said? Please!"

     "No. I'm not going to talk if you're not going to listen. Hmph!" She turned her head in the other direction, like a toddler throwing a tantrum. She turned back around and both of us erupted into giggles which turned into full on laughter.

    "Well, bye Bekah," Mary said, crossing the street to go to her house.

    "Bye! See you tomorrow!" I said, going straight on the sidewalk. We were going to the mall tomorrow. I couldn't decide whether to go to the strip mall or the mall. We had planned to go to the bigger mall, but I saw a REALLY cute dress in the strip mall window! I really wanted it.

     I walked a bit longer, about twenty more minutes until I reached my house. It was a big house, one of the best in the neighborhood. My parents were filthy rich after my grandfather died a few years ago, my dad being his only child, all the money went to us. It also helped that my mother was a CEO of a big chain-restaurant company while my father was the boss of a toothpaste company, he had invented the toothpaste and the company. That's why my teeth are always white, his toothpaste costs $10 for one tube, but the toothpaste does kill 99% of the bacteria in your mouth (That's actually a lot of bacteria, there's more bacteria in one's mouth then there are people in the world) and his toothpaste works super quickly to whiten teeth. It takes two days of brushing then BAM, white teeth.

     I go and open the mailbox to bring the mail in. We don't have a butler or maid because my mom says that without chores, we'll all become super lazy. That's why it's my job to bring in the mail. As I'm shuffling through the mail I see a letter with no name to who it's suppose to go to, only an address. It also had no return address. The envelope was a light pink and had one of those red blobs in the middle to seal it. Oh! What are they called? They're like a red blob then one comes with a stamp and stamps the red blob, it happens in the movies. Oh well, it's not that important what it's called.

     I go inside and put all the other mail on the counter. I retreat upstairs to my own bedroom. I dropped my backpack on the floor and sit on my bed. Careful not to rip the letter inside the envelope, I curiously tear the corner and open it. Inside it holds an old-looking piece of paper that's folded into thirds. I begin to unfold it when I get interrupted.

     "Hello, how was your day?" My mom says, coming into my room. She eyes the piece of paper in my hand and the ripped up envelope beside me, "What's this?" She says, taking it out of my hands and unfolding the rest of it. She first reads through it silently then aloud.

     "Wellor Academy..." She pauses, "Dear Parent, you are invited to come and join us at our annual Wellor Academy tour. Wellor Academy is a private school for gifted students such as your child. Only students and their parents who attend the tour, can get into Wellor Academy, our school is by invitation only. Your child qualified to attend our academy. Please be sure you are 100% willing to let your child attend before you register them, you will be able to register them after the tour. Our teachers are specially trained for an 'accident' that may happen. We are happy to invite your child to the invitation only, private, Wellor Academy, Home of the Dragons. Go Dragons! Signed, the principal, ya, I can't read his signature. It has all the school hours and other info on the bottom."

     I looked at my mom with pleading eyes. I didn't want to go to some random Wellor Academy that no one has ever heard about. I already had childhood friends at my current Jr. High.

     "We're going to that tour before we decide," my mom said, "That tour's tonight."

     "Ugh! How am I going to tell Mary about this tomorrow," I asked.

     "Um, I replaced the words 'Boarding School' with 'Private School' so you wouldn't freak out..." My mom voice trailed off, "And the first day is tomorrow, Saturday."

     "What!" I practically screamed.

     At that time, I didn't know that Wellor Academy held a big secret, one I didn't even know existed.

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