What Lies Within

NOTE: If you clicked on this story because the summary interested you, or because you want to read a story like this, please read "Paper Crowns" instead. It is a sort of 'rewrite' of this story, done in the way I want it. Once that one is completed I will most likely take this one down. 

I would highly recommend moving to Paper Crowns instead, it is a work I'm happier with. You can find it under my works. This one is written by the embarrassing 8th grade me so this is shameful lol.

I am giving an advanced warning of the cliches, cringy writing, and lack of character/plot development that await. Therefore if you choose to proceed, I hold no responsibility for any negative effect it may have.

Victoria's p.o.v

"Vicky!!" grandma hollers from downstairs, her frail voice echoing within the walls of our shabby 19th century mansion of a home. To be completely honest, it gets really lonely with just grandma and me.

"Coming!!" I reply, putting away my bold red notebook and leisurely making my way down the creaky wooden stairs.

"Honey, there's a letter for you in the mail" she calmly states in that gentle way of hers. My ears instantly perk up and my heart accelerates to about a million miles per second. Could it be...?

I leap over the dusty chestnut couch, snatching the cream letter from her fragile hands. She only chuckles at my trivial haste.

Ripping the letter open, my eyes skim the ever so precious paper. I. Can. Not. Believe. This. "OH MY GOSH I'M IN!!!!" I shriek, hopping around like the energizer bunny on a sugar high. This is my chance! Finally I can prove to the world what I have to offer!!

-Two days later-

Taking a deep breath, I sigh and smile elegantly, performing a final dramatic turn before the sparkling full length mirror. This navy blue private school uniform seriously brings out my baby blue eyes, I'm not gonna lie. Plus it compliments my silky, curly, honey blonde hair very nicely. To top it off, the plaid blue skirt is just the right length, the cream white silk blouse is tight but not too tight, and the navy blue coat is simply brilliant. And hey, I've always loved knee socks. Especially when they're paired with glossy black leather ankle boots like these.

I push my black headband back farther, gingerly applying another layer of mascara. I need to look smashing. Make an impression that'll last. Become unforgettable.

There's a light knock at the door before grandma strolls in. With tears of joy in her wise eyes, she engulfs me in a warm bear hug, the smell of baked apple pie invading my nose. She sighs and whispers "I'm so proud of you honey. It's the most prestigious high class school in all of North America. Just... be careful."

Before I get a chance to question her bizarre warning, the limo honks, signaling my departure. I give her a final tear filled hug, and then sprint out the giant oak double doors, plopping on the plush velvet mahogany colouredseats as the chauffeur handles my luggage.

The trip turns out to be a major let down. It's freaking boring. Mind numbing. The windows are darkened to pitch black so see absolutely nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

-4 hours later-

"Ms.Viris. Ms.Viris wake up!" the middle aged chauffeur says emotionlessly, stirring me awake. I jolt, then turn a deep red, wiping away the small puddle of drool that had gathered under my chin. He-llo pimples. Time to get out of this hell box of boredom.

"We'll take these to your suite" one of the two butlers informs in a polite tone. "Thank you" I cheer joyously, which seems to shock them. Its sad how they're used to harsh treatment by the stuck up snobs that most likely go here.

Here it is, Robus Academy for the naturally gifted... and I must say, it's enormous! Its elegant and very first class, everything about it screams 'rich'. Except, there's just something so... so ominous about it. It sends goosebumps the size of watermelons down my spine.

As soon as I step through the doors, I immediately get that 'being watched' feeling. Not by the people around me, no they're completely unfazed by my presence, but by something else...

Oh my god! I jump, startled, at the touch of a hand on my shoulder. "Whoa, calm down. I won't hurt you" a smooth voice coos, chuckling. I hesitantly turn around and BAM, I'm stunned by a gorgeous, angelic guy with glossy, sandy brown hair and big emerald green eyes that shine with life. He holds out his hand, which I eagerly shake.

Running a hand through his silky hair, he smiles, flashing his perfect pearly whites. "I'm Justin" he offers optimistically, "you looked confused so I thought I'd show you around. Wouldn't want someone as beautiful as you getting lost now would we?" I blush once again and mange a quiet "thank you."

Then something, more like someone, catches my eye. Behind Justin is a group of guys. One in particular though, stands out. He's like a diamond in a patch of coal. Just doesn't fit in. There's something about him.

This guy, there are no words. Striking, stunning, hot, smoking, beautiful, none of those do him justice. Coal black hair casually messed up in that bed head style, with cold, uncaring silver eyes. Everything about him screams danger. Everything. From his pierced lip, that's strangely attractive, to his black jeans that go completely against the school dress code. I know I should stay away. Yet he's so alluring. Something's drawing me too him, I have this peculiar need to know him.

"Who's he?" I ask innocently. Justin turns around and groans. Facing me he sighs and mutters "that's Ethan. He's pure trouble. Don't get involved with him, you'll only get hurt. Bad" thing is, now I want to know him even more. Ethan...

-Later on-

Is this the history hallway? Why the hell is the school so damn confusing?!? Ah, there's someone down the hall. Maybe they'll help. "Excuse me!!" I yell, running over to them.

They turn around and surprise surprise, it's the bad boy Ethan himself. "What do you want?" he growls coldly, irritated. His words may as well have been made of ice. They sure do cut like it. I swallow, nervously sputtering "where's room 406?"

His meticulous gaze travels down and stops on my pin. My family crest, the only keepsake I have of my parents whom I never got to know. "Who are you?!" he hisses sharply, completely ignoring my question.

"Victoria Viris" I answer like a robot, now scared out of my wits. Leaning down, he threateningly he whispers "get the hell out. While you still can..."

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ight, I promise you this is not a typical Vampire/Werewolf thing. I promise. It's different :P

Second story on here, let me know what you think :D