Ivy's League

Chapter Two: Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe

Chapter Two:  Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe

Word Count: 1847

I've been sitting in this car for the past twenty minutes contemplating my next option. When negotiating in any situation, one must be confident and thyself. Unless you don't have any confidence, in which case you should probably find someone else to negotiate for you. Which is why I'm currently sitting in my brother's car while he's in one of the most prestigious schools, asking for my spot.

Jesus, Ivy! This is your dream, not your brother's. Go get it yourself you coward!

Sometimes my inner mind is a bully.

But she's also right.

I sighed dutifully, and looked through the window.

There, in all of it's glory was Brentwood Academy. It sort of looked more like a fortress rather than a school. The tall, almost castle like walls were made from grey and white stones. The door was a dark brown, and stood mighty against the outside. Just looking at the school made me feel nauseous. However, it did have one of the best reputations in the entire country. And if I wanted to get in, I would have to deal with the unnerving feeling of the grand architecture.

"Here goes nothing." I prepped myself.

Opening the car door and stepping into the warm air of summer immediately eased part of my nerves. I closed the car door and locked it, before shoving the keys into my brown cross-body leather purse.

I walked through the parking lot and up to the front steps of the intimidating building. I exhaled deeply before latching on to the silver coloured handle and pulling the door open.

A gust of cool air instantly hit me, leaving me a bit cold in my t-shirt and shorts. I took a few steps in, letting the door close behind me.

Wow. If I thought the outside looked good, well the inside was twenty times better. From the shiny grey coloured floors, to the extravagant staircases equipped with hand carved detailed railings trailing them down. The diamond chandeliers hanging from the ceiling looked more expensive than my house, and the decorative vases look like they came straight from the Louvre.

I was in complete aw. My eyes taking time to snap a picture of every detail in this huge school, and this was just the foyer!

I looked around the foyer and saw three different hallways: One in front of me, and then one to the left, and one to the right.

Well, fuck me.

Which one should I take? Oh, I know!

Eenie, meenie, Miney, Moe. Catch a tiger by the toe. If he howls...Wait, what was the next line? You know what? Fuck, it.

I walked towards the arch of the centre hall because it was the closest to me, and because I am to lazy to try and remember what the next lyric in that song was.

It was silent in the hallway as I passed by the rows of lockers. I figured the peaceful environment was because it is still summer and the students must still be on break. I guess this part of the school was like any other regular school, except for the fact that the lockers had keypads instead of locks. The architecture of the school was marvelous. The high arched windows, the mosaic floors; if I wasn't in love with this school before, well I'm definitely head over heels now.

I really wish I knew where I was going, but I just walked aimlessly around the halls hoping to find some indicator as to where the office was. Normally it is at the front of the school, which it wasn't, so I was a bit baffled. The question is, how did Marc find the office? I'm talking from experience when I say he isn't the most skilled with directions. One time, he wanted to drive me out to Niagara Falls for my 15th, but he ended up taking me to Algonquin instead. How do you not notice driving into a forest?