❝ I SOUND MY BARBARIC YAWP IN ABSOLUTE IRE! ❞
in which eliza keating, john keating's niece, attends hellton and finds that her closest friends were the biggest romantics.
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"ELIZA, DARLING, time to head off," John Keating called to his niece from the bathroom of their conjoined bedrooms. He had a toothbrush in his mouth, the suds bubbling up as Eliza poked her head in, a small smile gracing her pink lips.
"Alright, Uncle. I'm ready," she stated, heading back to her room to grab her bag.
"Did you brush your hair?" he asked as she left, getting a loud groan in return. John smiled to himself, spitting the toothpaste back into the sink.
"You know it just makes it worse," Eliza exclaimed, walking back in shoving the brush to the bottom of her bag. "It's like a bird's nightmare home," she stated, standing beside her Uncle so they could look at each other in the mirrors.
"Alright, alright," he exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "You look beautiful either way," he stated.
John pulled his niece into his side, kissing the top of her head as he pulled her down. She rolled her eyes, ruffling her hair up further, making it look worse. John rolled his eyes, taking her bag and placing it on his shoulder.
"Off we go, then, to Hellton!" he laughed, turning on his heel for his door and she the other way to lock the other.
They checked out from the motel, loading up the car with their bags. John tossed his bag into the trunk, followed by Eliza's. He grinned at her before slamming the trunk loudly. He made his way to the driver's door and she did the same with the passenger's, the two looking at each other over the roof of the car.
"Now, being at such a prestigious school will be difficult but I believe you can do it," John claimed, nodding his head.
Eliza raised one of her eyebrows at him, Wellton was for wealthy boys only. It was only under very special circumstances that she was able to stay on the premises with her Uncle at the Academy.
"What's that supposed to mean? I'm not attending this school, if that has slipped your mind," she teased.
"Exactly, my darling niece! The most prestigious school is me!" he exclaimed, laughing barbarically as he slid into the car, slamming his door.
Eliza followed, sitting beside him and tuning the radio to a good tune.
"You're an idiot, you know that?" Eliza asked, turning the music up louder so John would have to talk over it.
