Woodcreek College

Chapter 3

     Dear Belle,

                I hope this dorm is to your liking. My wife insisted on getting your furniture so you would have a place to put all your things. We are the Weston Family. We have funded your scholarship. I'm the head of the writing department and my wife is the head of the History department here at the school. When you get this letter please come see me I'll be in my office in the General Education department on freshman day. We would also like to invite you for dinner and get to know you more. I understand that this may seem odd as you don't know us but we would really like to get more aquatinted with you.

                                            Sincerely,

                                                   The Weston Family.

       "What the heck....I should go. Starting over right that's what you wanted." She breathed in closing her eyes lightly before opening them. "Hmm, I use to go to school with a John Weston...I wonder if there is any relation. We were good friends....at one time" Belle stood up and walked up the stairs to look through her boxes to find something to wear. She pulled out a pair of old jeans and changed into them. Jeans would feel comfier than her shorts. She fixed her a bit before putting on her converse and grabbing her keys as she walks out of her dorm. She locked the door behind her as she looked at the map to find the right building.

   She pushed the gate in front of her townhouse's little garden open; tucking a small piece of her hair behind her ear. The gate made a creaking sound as it closed itself behind her. She made her way down the sidewalk looking around at everything. She noted that it seemed that most students know each other.

          Belle could feel her anxiety creeping in. She did her breathing exercises to slowly calmed her anxiety. She didn't know anyone...She guessed that's what she gets when moves over a thousand miles from where she grew up. Not like she really had many friends in school. They were more of acquaintances to her. She folded up the map she had and put it into her pocket as she opened the door to the General Education building.

  "Hello Miss how can I help you today?" an elderly looking sitting behind a desk smiled kindly at her as the door closed behind her.

        "Hello. I'm Belle. Is Mr. Weston in still? I was hoping I could chat with him." Belle made her way over to the desk putting her hands behind her back holding one of her forearms with hand.

   "Ah. I haven't seen him leave yet. His office is on the top floor room 607. I'll call him to let him know your coming." Belle waved her thanks as she made her way up the stairs. She smiled as she turned around in her chair and dialed the number. Her shoes made light thuds against the steps as she climbed to the landing where the elevator was only to find an out of order sign. She sighed lightly and began to walk up the stairs.

    Belle made her made her way down the hallway. She took in a deep as she raised her hand to knock on the door. Another door down the hallway opened. Belle stopped just short of knocking looking towards the sound of the door creaking open. A football player looking dude came out with an older gentleman smiling and talking with each other. They didn't even notice her. He looked familiar to her but she couldn't place it this far away. The door in front of her opened starling her enough to make her jump. A middle age man smiled lightly at her. "Sorry if I scared you. I thought you might have gotten lost. I'm Dr.Weston you must be Belle." Dr. Weston stepped out into the hallway opening the door more. He noticed who she had been staring at. "That's the headmaster of the college and his youngest son." The two men at the end of the hallway noticed us and waved slightly before making their way down the hallway.

         "No. Just slow." Belle smiled lightly looking to Dr. Weston. "I'd love to get to know you and your wife. I'd also like to thank you for my scholarship." He looked to be in his late 20's.Black, long hair tight in a ponytail reveals a round, lively face. Piercing blue eyes, set lightly within their sockets. A mustache elegantly compliments his cheekbones and leaves a fascinating memory of him. He stands towering above others, despite his slim frame.There's something bizarre about him, perhaps it's his sense of humor or perhaps it's simply his unusual good looks. He seemed too perfect to her. The headmaster and his son had finally made their way to them.

    "You're quite welcome, Belle. I'll text her and let her know to add another table setting." He pulled out his phone and messaged his wife. As the headmaster and his son, Belle smiled as the Mr. Weston. "Hello, Mr.Ó Maoilriain and Zachary. See your family for dinner tonight?"

     Belle didn't realize others would be joining them. She smiled softly as the two older men spoke. "Why of course Dr. Weston. Six o'clock?" Mr. Ó Maoilriain voice was deeper than she expected. Silver, oily hair slightly covers a bony, time-worn face. Woeful green eyes set dreadfully within their sockets. Few moles are spread unusually on his neck and leave a fascinating memory of his unfortunate looks.He stood big among others, despite his lean frame. There's something appealing about him, perhaps it's a feeling of comfort or perhaps it's simply a feeling of remorse. But nonetheless, he looked like someone people tend to stay on his good side while trying to hide from him. Just as a headmaster should look she thought. He smiled turning to her. "Who might this be?"

    "Belle D'amore. The young lady we are helping." Dr. Watson smiled looking at his phone as it beeped. "Ah, I was hoping to meet you. I wanted to ask you more about your paper and see more of your artwork." Mr. Ó Maoilriain smiled to her. She gently fixed her hair as she spoke.

        "We could talk about it over dinner. Dr. Watson and his wife invited me to dinner tonight. I'd love to talk about my work. If there is the time I could run back to my dorm and grab my portfolio." Belle smiled as she spoke. She didn't get much chance to speak about her work or anything about herself really....It was refreshing and it gave her some anxiety but she had this new start and nothing was going to mess this up for her. 

   "That sounds lovely. Zach how about you go with Miss Belle and show her the way to Dr. Watson's house?" He turned to his son who smiled nodding to his father. Dark brown, sleek hair hangs over a chiseled lived-in face. Dancing green eyes, set appealing within their sockets watched her face as she smiled at him. Smooth skin seductively compliments his features and leaves an amusing idea about him. 

       "Will do, Dad." He smiled nodding his head as he began to walk the way she came. She smiled waving lightly by to them as she made her way to follow him. He waited by the stairs for leaning against the railing. There's something charming about him perhaps it's his friendly demeanor or perhaps it's simply his presence. But nonetheless, it seems that he would be the type of person people tend to thank for his service while wishing they were more like him.