The Boarding School (Brallon/Brendon Urie/Dallon Weekes)

Chapter One

(This book was started on the 9th of October 2018, dedicated to all of those who came here from my first book Mr Weekes, your support warms my heart and I thank you all greatly)

"I don't want to be here, I want to go home" I whined loudly, ignoring my Mom rolling her eyes from the drivers seat as we drive down the long, winding road.

"Well you're the one who got the scholarship, Brendon!" She replied factually, I sighed loudly and crossed my arms like a child.

"Yes, but not on purpose! It's not my fault that people just can't resist my charm, good looks, amazing personality and heaps of talent, is it?" I ask with a 'duh' tone, my Mum chuckles.

"Yes, you were always known for your humble attitude" She commented sarcastically, making me glare at the back of her head. "You got in to an amazing school, stop acting immature"

"I'm not acting!" I respond, but I gave up the conversation, knowing that complaining would probably get me nowhere.

You may be wondering, how did I of all people get in to a good school? Well, a few months back my old school had this talent performance thing, I honestly only did it because I had to since I was so behind in all of my classes that I needed to do something to give myself some extra credit. Since I was given next to no time to prepare I ended up just doing a song with my guitar, it was an original I wrote and people seemed to really like it.

As it turns out, the music teacher of this fancy school-Saint Neil's School of the Arts- was there, and he really liked my crappy, rushed performance. I don't know why he loved it so much, but he offered me a full scholarship.

So, obviously I accepted considering any place was better than the crappy public school that I went to. Little did I know it was an all-boys boarding school in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.

Obviously if I had payed attention I would've found this out but because I'm, well, me, I didn't.

And that brings us up to present day, me and my Mom in her shitty, beaten up car driving down an insanely long road in the middle of a woods to who-knows-where. Honestly I did have to admit, it was quite a pretty route. The trees following each side of the road sort of leaned over it in a way, creating what looked like a tunnel of trees going on for miles. Wherever this school was, it certainly wasn't near anything else.

Or maybe we're just going to be stabbed and shoved in some random guys car and thrown in a river and they didn't want to risk witnesses, but I'm going to hope that's not the case.

The sun was bright today, not a cloud in the sky, making everything look vibrant. It didn't take me long to zone out while staring out of my window, looking at trees pass by, maybe I could build a treehouse and live in there forever?

Nah, probably not. Manual labour isn't my style.

"Brendon, honey, look" My Mom said softly, as if in awe, from the drivers seat. I leaned forward in between the drivers and passengers seat to look at what she was so surprised about, and I myself sucked in a breath.

It was a fucking mansion, there's no other way to say it. It was insanely huge, and we were only seeing was the front of it, I'm sure there's many more buildings behind this front one. Behind a towering set of gold coloured gates was a massive-I can't stress how big it was- Victorian looking building, complete with fountains and pretty vines working their ways up the side of it.

Usually I don't really care for architecture, because that's for nerds, but this was seriously the most beautiful building I've ever looked at.

"Ho-ly shit" I murmured as we approached the huge gates, my Mom snorted.