The Prodigies

Episode 1

Rose's P.O.V

Pinehurst Academy. It's one of the most prestigious boarding schools for performing arts. At least that's what it said on the brochure. I watched the world outside the window next to my seat as we drove out of the city and into a deserted field of luscious green grass. Miles upon miles of the beautiful flowers and grass lined the roads. I smiled to myself as I thought about the next year at the Academy. I wondered what would happen. Who will I meet? What classes will I have?

I was pulled out of my thoughts by raindrops batting on my windows. Huge trees loomed over us, creating a protective canopy above the road. A couple minutes and what seems like a thousand trees later, we pulled up to the school. You could distinctly tell the difference between the administrative office and the rest of the school. The entrance and front desk was in a large, luxurious log cabin. When the founder decided to make a school, he attached it to the back of his cabin so the rest of the building, where the classrooms were, looked like a modern school. When the founder passed away, they turned his cabin into the welcome center lobby/ front office.

My parents got out of the car and went to the trunk to take my bags out. I opened the door and carefully stepped out onto the slippery, wet pavement, smoothing out my uniform skirt. That's literally one of the only downfalls to Pinehurst, there are uniforms. I walked around to where my parents were and helped them with my suit cases.

"Oh, you're growing up so fast," my mom gushed, trying to hold back her obvious tears. "Mom," I groaned. "I'm sorry. I promised that I wouldn't be emotional and here I am about to cry. Just take care of yourself okay?" She cupped my cheeks and kissed my forehead. "I will. I promise. I love you mom." "I love you too baby." She gave me one final hug and walked back to the passenger door. I turned to my dad as he handed me my back pack.

"Make sure you keep all of your stuff together. Keep your room clean too, and don't forget to call everyday," he said. I rolled my eyes playfully. "Don't worry dad, I'll be fine," I said. "I know. But a father can never be too safe." He paused and kissed my forehead. "I love you sweetheart. Take care." I hugged him tight. He pulled back and handed me my suitcase. "You should get going. You don't want to be late on your first day, right?"

I nodded and waved as he got back in the car and drove away with my mom. I turned back to the office. Here's to the rest of my year. I ran my hand through my hair and walked into the front office. I pushed open the doors, dragging my luggage behind me and took in a deep breath. A strong smell of oak and lemon hit me as I made my way over to the main desk. "Hi, how may I help you?" The receptionist asked with a warm smile. "Hi, my name is Rose and I came here to get my times table," I responded politely. "Okay, may I have your full name please?"

"Rose Liberty Brooks." She typed rather loudly on her out-dated keyboard as she scanned for my name on the computer screen. I took my time to look around the room, looking at new and old students saying goodbye to their families and struggling to carry all of their luggage. I took note of the chimney and chandelier along with the couches spread out around the room, giving the lobby a very warm and welcoming vibe. I turned back to the lady who was grabbing a piece of paper from the printer. "Okay, here's your times table, your room number and room key. Have a great day, Rose." "Thank you. Have a nice day as well."

She waved and I started walking toward the elevator that would take me to the third floor. She was very friendly compared to the other secretaries in my old schools. As I waited patiently for the doors to open on the third floor, I looked at my times table. My first class was Science, then Music, and math. Then we took a break for lunch in the cafeteria. The class right after lunch was Dance, then English, and finally Acting. The doors opened to reveal the third floor hallway and I walked out, looking at the room numbers on the doors to find mine. 723, 724, 725, 726, finally. Room number 727.