Blair
As soon as I get inside my dorm, I take off my lace gloves throwing them with my suitcase on a luxurious bed. The bedposts are tall and link together in an arch shape. A chamfer radiates luminosity, the crystals falling from the ceiling like sparkling raindrops.
Then my eyes catch the window, I stare at the ocean of land my hands making finger prints on the dust. I cast my gaze down to see a sparkling pool of silver. The lake seems eerie from this height; a perfect circular lake, with grey stones bordering the edges.
Small desks lay on both sides bearing vermilion roses; this place has a lot of flowers for a gloomy castle I think to myself breathing in the scent of roses, ash and spice. On the table closest to me lays a musty leather bound book. I noticed the picture of thorns encircling the writing the black Rose.
To my dissatisfaction, I find only protocol in minuscule font smeared over the yellow pages. I flipped to the back seeing a date written in ink 1836.
"Before Queen Victoria," I whispered quietly fearing even the crows might hear.
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The White Raven
Teen FictionSweet as sugar Cold as ice Hurt me once I'll kill you twice At The Black Rose boarding school for girls, Blair is a new arrival trying to uncover the deadly secret the school has been covering up for centuries. In the middle of the dark pine fore...
