Honey Guy- Marked

Before

Prologue

Honey tugged her sleeves over her wrists, staring outside the window as the car slowed down in front of two massive gates. She picked her bag up, sitting a bit straighter and glanced once more outside. The day was grey, rain spat down aimlessly at the window once in a while, the air was humid and the leaves danced pointlessly in all direction.

Danced.     That reminded her of what was happening. It reminded her of a few months before, and what had happened then which had literally changed what her life was about.

The day had been hot, the sky a lazy blue with not a single cloud in the sky, making it easier for the sun to boil the inhabitants of England. But the heat had not been the least of Honey’s worry. She had been sitting in a corridor for the last hour, waiting for her name to be called, trying to ignore the strange looks she got from the rest of the girls there. They had been dressed in leotards, some in tutus even, whilst she was dressed in a loose fitting green dress.

In the circumstance, it was strange. She was there to dance yet her clothes looked as if she was in the wrong place.

The bottle of water in her hand had become luke warm yet she took another gulp, almost as if by habit. Then her name had been called, she had walked slowly towards the door labelled ‘audition’, her CD in hand and opened the door.

Inside the room, the air was cool, there had been 3 people sitting in front of her. All old, stern looking people, the woman in the middle had spoken first.

“You have quite good grades Miss Guy” she had said “for someone from an under privileged background”

That day, Honey hadn’t understood why she had been called someone from an ‘under privileged’ area. She wasn’t poor; there weren’t gangsters roaming around on the street. The public college she had been to had been quite ordinary. There had been no daily knife fights, no drugs (as far as she knew) and although there had been quite a fair amount of swearing, she was sure that was nothing out of the ordinary. Now she understood why, to the woman she was ‘under privileged’ as she saw the ‘college’ in front of her.

It was beautiful, old and welcoming with fields of grass and trees surrounding it. It looked like something out of a movie. It seemed somehow detached from her world. There was a wide staircase leading up to the school gates, the school’s badge sat proudly on top of the door. The building was Victorian, it seemed, there appeared to be quite a few floors within the building. It looked to Honey; as if someone had re constructed a smaller version of Hogwarts and built it over here.

There was another building, a few minutes’ walk away from the main school building, which Honey assumed was the boarding house. She remembered again what the woman had said.

“As you know, we allow one scholarship student into our school per year, we are very proud to be a very open, friendly school, welcoming student from all backgrounds” She had been scanning her school report as she had said that.

“We do, of course, believe that subjects such as science have a very high importance in the real world, but as you may know, we are a school which believes in widening your education beyond that of a classroom, by this I mean, extra curriculum subjects such as dance and-” she had paused then, looking up as she placed the report back on the table “it says you play the violin?”

She had simply nodded and had hardly listened to the rest of what was being said until finally she had heard the magical words which had snapped her out of her day dreams.

“You may begin”

To this day, she had not dreamt that she would have gotten the place, she had known that it was also something to do with her background, after all the woman said the school was ‘proud’ to welcome students from all ‘backgrounds’. The woman had been pleased with her history and this had been an advantage for her. She also suspected it would look good on the school if they took in a poor, unfortunate once a year.

The woman had gone on to warn her that if her grades slipped, the scholarship would be taken away from her. Her entry results had been just enough to let her pass, and now she was here, the car had stopped. She got out, heaving her bag on her shoulder as the chauffeur took her suitcase out from the booth. She looked up at the school as small gusts of wind blew across her face and took a small shaky breath.

...Now what?

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