St. Bartholomew's Private School

Chapter One

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I wasn’t very sure of what I expected St. Bartholomew’s Private School to look like, but it wasn’t this.

            When we pulled up to the curb, I was confused because it looked like a college campus. There were many separate wide buildings, all constructed of red brick, and were all about five stories tall. There were sixteen of these buildings divided into two rows, all connected by a concrete walkway.

            Despite how conspicuous it was, the last building I noticed was to the left of the entrance of the school. It was a taller building, completely transparent and made of glass windows and doors. From inside the back seat of the car, I notice many figures scurrying around on the lower floors. On the higher floors I notice some people were sitting in desks watching attentively to something in the front of the room, automatically guessing that those were the classrooms.

            I sluggishly slid out the car, grabbing my pink duffle bag behind me. I haven’t gotten much sleep the night before because I was very anxious, yet excited, to start at my new school.

            My parents assisted with my two black luggage from the trunk, and led the way into the glass building.

            Immediately walking in through the wide revolving doors, there was a new atmosphere. Everyone that made their way across the building, or sat in the waiting area or behind the long, round white desk all had professional attire.

            I followed my parents down the hall with elevators and potted plants and noticed that it started to look more like a school. My father pushed opened a glass door into what looked like a smaller, more modest, and quieter reception area.

            The secretary behind the desk gasped when she saw my mother. “Jackie! Is that you?”

            “Theresa?” My mother shared the disbelief with the woman behind the desk. “Oh, it’s been so long, I can’t believe you work here now.”

            “Can’t seem to get away,” the receptionist chuckled. “Is that Edward Price?”

            “Guilty,” my father chuckled.

            I concluded that they all went to school here and were close by the way she called my mother by her nickname.

            “And who’s this young lady?” I noticed her tilting her head to the side to peek in between my mother and my father.

I shifted my head over my mom’s shoulder to get a full view of her. “That’s our daughter, Ryder.” My mother’s smile was from ear to ear. “She’s going to be one of your new students.”

            The woman clasped her hands in excitement as her face lit up. “Oh! How great! You know, your parents were very popular here and great students. You’ll do just fine here.”

            “Are you Ryder Price?” We heard from the left corner of the room. A tall man with a long face stood by a door, smiling.

            “Yes,” I croaked. I quickly cleared my throat before I was forced to say anything more.

            “You and your parents can follow me.” He quickly turned on his toes and made swift movements out the door. Following him, we all took large steps to keep up with his small, quick ones.