Tea Break

Hey There/ First Chapter

Hi my friends! So, I'm back. I am writing and trying to finish school. Since quarantine, I've been able to do a lot more writing and focus on trying to write. The only thing that I can't do is come up with titles. BUT! I have a chapter of a story I really wanna try and write. Its Greek mythology with a dark academia kind of vibe. Basically, the the Greek deities are teenagers, but they don't know they're the gods because Kronos, the headmaster took away their powers and its up to the main character to reawaken them and stop Kronos.  Its kind of a mess right now, but I wanted some feedback, so here we go, enjoy this tentative chapter. 

[insert dream sequence here]

That dream. The dream that had me waking up in cold sweats and a rapid heart beat. It has me clutching my sheets while taking labored breaths. Who was the lady I saw? The people I needed to save? To awaken? I pushed my hair out of my face, scrubbing my hands down my cheeks and took in a deep breath.

"Evie, are you awake?" a soft voice called from the driver seat of the car. I looked up to stare at Victoire Harper, my aunt. She glanced at me from the corner of her eyes, concern evident in her face. I stretched out in my seat, feeling my spine crackings from my cramped sleeping position.

"Yeah," I replied, voice thick from sleep. "How much further till we get there." my aunt smiled.

"About an hour longer. We can stop and get you some food if you'd like." she told me. I knew that she was sad that I was leaving, choosing to attend a boarding school two hours away from our home in Seattle. But, after previous events, I felt like I needed a fresh start.

"No, the sooner I get there, the sooner I have time to settle. Classes start tomorrow." I informed her with a head shake. She smiled again, green eyes shifting back to the road ahead.

We fell into comfortable silence. Aunt Victorie drove on and I sat in the passenger's seat, book in my hand and a to-go cup of tea growing cold in the cup holder next to me. The scenery outside my window changed from the sprawling city of Vancouver to a green forest, lush with plant life. The road also shifted as we got closer to [school name]. From the car I could see brown brick towers, a castle-like building surrounded by tall iron gates.

My aunt pulled in through the gate and drove up the cobblestone walkway. There was a small parking lot in front of the main building of the school. She parked the car and got out, looking up at the large school. The pictures online did not do this place justice.

The building itself was old. Ivy covered the stone, the windows were dark and I could make out the silhouettes of students sitting in classrooms. There were archways and staircases, a few tunnels and I saw students walking across the pristine lawn. Some were laughing, joking. Others held somber expressions, oxfords tapping on the stone as they hurried to class, black blazers flapping behind them like raven's wings. I suddenly felt out of place in my worn sweatshirt and leggings.

Aunt Victorie whistled as I hoisted my backpack and duffel bag over my shoulder. I looked around the large campus and saw a black marble plaque with the words Headmaster written in gold. The letter I had received told me to come here first.

I walked into the building, greeted with a dark, almost foreboding atmosphere. The whole room was illuminated by candles on the walls, casting shadows. My sneakers echoed on the marble floors. A woman sat at a desk, the glow of her computer casting soft shadows behind her. A wooden door was behind her with dark tinted windows. A figure moved behind them

The women looked up at the sound of my aunt's bracelets jingling. She adjusted the wire framed glasses on her nose. "Can I help you, dear?" she asked.

"My name is Evelynn Harper, I'm here for my room key." I told her. She turned back to her computer, finger tapping on the keyboard.

"Yes, Ms. Harper. Welcome to [school name]. You are assigned room 286 in Paphos Hall. That is were most of the girls are housed. Follow the brick walkway and there is a plaque outside that says it. We hope you have a wonderful school year. The headmaster is always willing to see you if you have a problem. I will send someone outside to fetch your luggage and bring it up to your room promptly," she recited before passing me a golden key on a ribbon. I gave her a meek smile before turning back around to my aunt.