Stonedale Academy

Chapter One

A/N: So, first of all, hi there! Thank you so much for deciding to click on this story and read it! I'm new to the whole writing-anything-that-means-something-to-me-online thingy, but I really hope you enjoy reading this :)

{Kacie's POV}

Kacie groaned as her car came to a stop and her father hopped out of it. She could see the horrible school looming at the top of the hill. It was huge and looked like a evil knight’s castle. There were hills and greenery all around them, the hills rolling on for what seemed like forever.

“Come on Kacie, we don’t want to be late!” her father said, putting on a cheery smile. How could he even do that? He was sending his only, fifteen year old daughter to a boarding school. In the English countryside. Okay fine, maybe with her consent, and she was being dramatic as usual, but it was still his idea. And there was no way she would have finally agreed to go if not for that.

He said it would be good for her and would be a great experience. Plus, her mum had gone there. Her mother was dead. She had seen the photographs of her. She had been a beautiful woman. Kacie had her steel blue eyes and her father’s blue black hair.

She sighed and looked at the school again. Stonedale Academy. This random-ass high school. It looked like it belonged in the freaking middle ages, not the twenty first century.

“Kacie” her father said again.

“Fine.” She sighed as she pulled out her trunk and her father grabbed the bags. The air outside was freezing cold. She checked her reflection in the car's window. Curly, ringlety hair loose around her shoulders, check. Cute long sweater, check. Black leggings, check. Her favourite worn boots, check. Eyeliner perfectly outlining her gray-blue eyes...uh oh. After so many sleepless nights, she must have fallen asleep during the long ride here. She looked sleep deprived, and her dark circles and smudged eyeliner pretty much made her look like a racoon on crack.

“I thought you would be happy about this. Your mother would have wanted it.” Her father told her as they walked toward the school. That made her feel a little better. “I still don’t get how you changed your mind about coming here overnight, but well, you made the right choice, sweetie.” Her father added.

As she walked, Kacie couldn’t help but think of everything she had been trying to, well, not think of. How her father had been trying to send her here for years, how she kept avoiding the topic. Until one day, after all of that happened in school, her father had asked her again if she had changed her mind, and she had immediately jumped at the offer, just to get away from everything that was happening. She was being a coward, and she hated that, but she just wasn’t strong enough. It was for the best, or so she had thought-

“Are you nervous?” her father asked, interrupting her stream of thoughts.

“Of course I’m nervous. And you know that, so you decided we should arrive like two hours before the others because you think that will help!” she exclaimed, glad for the change in topic. She had promised herself she wouldn’t think of her old school. 

“You’ll thank me. You get your choice of the bed in your dorm and you’ll get the see the school before its overrun by teenagers.“ he said.

Ugh. he had a point. This school was supposed to be really good. It was opening again after five years of renovations, so everyone would be new. And anyway, she was here now. At least, for a whole term, if not more. She promised herself she would make the most of it, but she still felt dread, that little fear that things would be just as bad here. She pushed the thought away.

She gasped as the walked past the huge oak doors. It was warm inside, and the school was beautiful. The architecture was fantastic; it was classic, olden times architecture; dark wooden floors and walls, high ceilings, long and narrow windows (dome shaped at the top, too). There were armours, banners and swords hung up on the walls. And there were even knight armours in every corridor. They stood in a huge room with corridors on both sides and a huge, winding staircase at the back. Right in front of them was a desk with files and a computer on it, and a bunch of chairs. A woman sat there, facing the chairs and apparently talking to someone. Wait.. someone was here before her?