Chapter I: Welcome to Persky

Alright, so I took down my intro because the about was… more important? I don’t know… So here is the first chapter (or the first part of the first chapter of a story) and I hope you like it, if anyone sees it… make suggestions? Recommendations for how the story should go ( I really didn’t plan at all. I do have characters though! Yay! Okay, to the point!)


                    Blair Henle pushed through the large wooden double doors, grunting as she did so. Her bright blue suitcase was firmly planted in her left hand as she attempted to open the heavy doors with her right. The challenges of Persky Academy: getting through the doors Blair thought glumly, if only one of Father’s bodyguards were here- Blair quickly shook off the thought. The last thing she needed was for the people to think that she was one of the spoiled rich girls that hadn’t learned to do anything herself. Blair expected to grow in high school to be able to get the education she would need for her future work in her father’s line of business. The last thing she needed was to be labeled as one of Persky’s whiny aristocrats. No, she needed to prove to herself that she was above stereotypes, above the norm.

                   Silly high school dramas- who am I going to be? Uhh… it’s all so annoying, isn’t it? Blair mentally groaned as she stumbled into the lobby of her new school for the next three years as one of Persky’s new sophomores. The lobby’s view was enough to take anyone’s breath away- the polished marble floors gleamed and reflected the high, graceful arches of the ceiling with gold patterns inlaid and polished statues from the second floor level leaning in. In the center of the large circular room a white fountain spurted streams of water from its sides. Around the circular lobby there were multiple hallways that branched off and lush carpeted spiral staircases.

                  Blair stopped abruptly in the entrance and stopped to admire the view, turning in a small circle. A small smile lit up her face, wonder in her light brown eyes. Blair had seen mansions and impressive structures but she had never seen anything like… well this.

                  A voice cut through Blair’s moment of quiet, one as sharp and abrasive as a chain saw, “Hey- ponytail!” Blair turned to see a guy, around seventeen  with the most devious grin in the world and mischievous grey-green eyes. His strawberry-blond hair was spiked and mussed around and he wore a loose black t-shirt. Oh, he’s the kid that’s always doing stupid stunts and never gets in trouble, even though everybody knows he’s the one who did it, isn’t he? Blair thought with a mental eye-roll. His whole appearance screamed ‘trouble’- it was almost as if he was trying too hard. “Whatcha doing standing in the middle of the lobby, blocking everyone else from getting in?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked, stuffing his small hands into the pockets of his dark skinny jeans.  Blocking everyone from- practically nobody’s here yet! It’s three days before the start of the school year and most of the students arrive tomorrow!

                  “My apologies,” Blair gritted her teeth, trying to shove the less-than-pleasant words down her throat. “But I wasn’t aware that I was blocking anyone, much less a  jerk who expects people to move by insulting them.”

                   The boy’s eyes glinted with amusement that made Blair think he was younger than she initially thought he was- around her age. He started cackling in such an exaggerated way that made Blair wonder if he was serious. “Well, you’re better than half of the other pretty, spoiled rich girls that come here. You actually can talk, blondie!’

                    Pretty? Blair didn’t know how to respond. “Uh, thanks?” Maybe? 

                    “Anyway, name’s Jeremy D’Armentieres. I guess I’ll see you around here this year… unless, of course, you don’t want me to,” he said with a  wink. Jeremy grinned and sauntered away, leaving Blair in the lobby alone, at least for the time being before everyone else arrived.

                    Blair tightened her light blonde ponytail, smoothed down her neat blouse and mentally braced herself to go to one of the administration offices to find out where she would be staying for the next school year.

                      Mitchell had groaned when his parents had insisted that he attend Persky, the school that harbored students who were the epitome of perfection, grace and high-status, all of the things that Mitchell’s parents wanted him to be, even though he just wasn’t.

                       “Lyngleys are a long line of important, wealthy people,” his father had said, “and you should be grateful that you have the opportunity to go to one of the best schools in the world.” So, Mitchell had to say goodbye to all of his friends and his comfortable life in Southern California to move across the country to the east coast to go to high school for the next three years. He had no idea what to expect and wasn’t looking forward to the prospect of making new friends and having to start over.

                        As soon as he got out of the cab he took a moment to admire the tall marble pillars and the steps outside of Persky- not his scene but it wasn’t too bad for a school. He held his two large suitcases in his hands and made his way to the large doors of the school. He threw them open with ease and gaped at the majestic view of the lobby, just as stunned as every other new student. As soon as he got over the astounding view he sighed and thought about how much his old gaming buddies and jock friends would love to stay here. Mitchell straightened his back, just like his father told him: “Stand like a man!”

                      With his back straight, Mitchell headed into the building and the next chapter of his life.

                        “I’m sorry, Miss… what was it again?”

                        “Henle,” Blair replied, feeling a more than a little frustrated with the young secretary, Miss Rechard. Blair had spent about an hour wandering around the campus (apparently there were multiple student offices for each grade, and found herself in the boy’s dorm,  not to mention the school was as large as a university campus). She was about ready to pass out in the middle of the infuriatingly beautiful and clean floors of the school.

                         “Henle, Henle! Of course!” Miss Rechard replied, tossing her dyed blonde hair before opening one of the many cabinets below her desk and shuffling through loads of files, all while humming a medley of Katy Perry songs. Blair half- expected her to suddenly say “Henle? Like Gordon Henle, the legendary trader and owner of his own multi-million company?” but Blair shook off the thought. Miss Rechard wasn’t exactly the brightest crayon in the box.

                          Her mind is probably filled with life-threatening questions like if the American Idol tour will come to New York so she can gush about all of the male contestants Blair thought darkly, while tapping her foot impatiently, finding it in time with Katy Perry’s “Teenage Dream”.

                           “Ah, Henle! Henle, Henle, Henle, here it is!” Miss Rechard exclaimed, pulling out a thin file and opening it, taking out a slip of paper. Blair took it, reluctantly thanked Miss Rechard and stepped out of the office. Blair glanced at the thin slip of paper in her hand:

        Room 274

     Lara Elion

                             Hoping for the best, expecting the worst, Blair set off to find Room 274.

Haha, okay. So I know it’s hard to tell where this is going but the story is coming in bits and pieces. I can’t take Jeremy seriously, that little devilish hilarious guy. But what do we know about Mitchell? Or the rest of the un-introduced characters? And who is this Lara character? Dun, dun, dun… so, I also didn’t really take the time to proofread so… yeah. Give suggestions or drop it completely?

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