The Ivy Academy [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3

God, that was the worst dream I've ever had.

I opened my eyes and realized none of what I had just experienced was a dream.

I was in a bedroom, but not one I'd ever been in before. It was nice. Too nice. It was smaller than my room, but far neater. I lied on a twin bed with grey sheet covers. On the other side of the room was a large window. Ivy had just begun to grow over the glass and gave the room a tint of green. There was a mahogany desk under the window, with a mahogany chair.

Across from my pillow was a door. Something was outside. I just had no idea what. This room appeared to be a dorm room, but that didn't make sense. Why would I watch my mother be murdered, experience being abducted, and then taken to a..... school? It didn't make sense.

I looked down and was surprised to see that I was wearing a navy-blue plaid skirt, a sweater vest, and a blouse underneath. In other words, I looked like one of those preppy girls I hated in school. In other words, I was wearing a school uniform. I ran my fingers through my hair and thought everything through.

Nothing made sense. The last thing I was thinking about before I was, well, kidnapped, was.....

My phone.

I still had my phone when the man was driving us away and he didn't know. Why didn't I call the police right then and there? As usual, I froze in the wrong moment, and I hated myself for it. But now, I was wearing this God-forsaken skirt and my phone was wherever my pants were. I hated skirts. They were so girly and "Oh my Gosh" and ditzy. Everyone knows I'm a girl, I don't need to give them proof.

I got out of the bed and inspected the room. Inside my bedside table, my jeans sat, folded. I frantically rummaged throughout them. No phone. Whoever had gone through my pants had clearly taken the phone, knowing I needed it. Whoever took off my pants and changed me into the uniform had seen me naked. I blocked the thought of the man who kidnapped me seeing me nude... too tempting. Plus, I hated him. I hated him for all he did to me.

I looked throughout the desk. Nothing in the drawers, but the wood was marked with the same symbol that the van had on the side. The van that took me.

Finally, I looked out the window. Sure enough, I saw a schoolyard. It appeared I was in a large stone building, the size of a college, covered in Ivy. Around the perimeters was a large metal gate, spikes on the top. Right outside there was a green wall of trees.

I jumped when I heard the door to the room open and I whipped around. A boy around my age stood there, wearing the same uniform as I was, but pants instead of a skirt. Another "student" I guess. His hair was dark and stuck in permanent cowlick.

"Rhiannon?" He took a step toward me. I took a step back. "I'm sorry, I meant to knock, but we're in a rush."

"How do you know my name?" I took another step back.

"You're the new student here—One of the new students here." He ran his fingers through his full hair. It was now messier, but he somehow looked better. I suppose he sensed my fear and he sat down on the foot of "my" bed.

"I'm Dane, by the way." He put his hand out. I shook it, tentatively. Warm.

"Rhiannon. But call me Rhi."

"That's an odd name. I like it." It's true, it was odd. My mother named her kids after Fleetwood Mac, her's and my favorite band. Stevie for Stevie Nicks, Rhiannon, after her favorite song, Cassie after Cass Elliot of the Mamas and the Papas, and Mac after Fleetwood Mac.

"Where am I?" I asked, though I knew the answer.

"Oh, right." He stood up straight, taller than me by at least 5 inches. "Welcome to the Ivy Academy. I'm Dane Martin, and I'm here to guide you around school on the first day."