Boarding School: The Next Generation

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I sat down on the over crowded sofa and took a bit out of my second sugar cookie. I looked around to see who was around Most of the people who were here at the start were still here but Mykolas had stepped out. So had Desmond.

"So would you join a band" Violet said to me and I looked up in surprise.

"Yeah a band sounds cool but a wedding sounds a bit cheesy, no offence I'm sure May and Matt are cool but you know, so is May your sister or something" I said\ranted.

"what Mays not my sister she just graduated last summer and her and Matt are getting married, we've got their old room so we got in their way when they came to pick up some leftover thing" Violet said and I nodded like I understood her.

"maybe that will be alright then just graduated, a cool wedding" I said.

"yeah maybe" Violet said.

"Do you play anything or is listening more your thing" I said finishing off my sugar cookie.

"no but I take a good picture" Violet said.

"wow when we get to the camera stuff I think I'll let Ed take over" I said and stood up. I needed to go and check if my room was alright plus I hadn't really unpacked. As I walked to the door I saw Mel.

"hey are you going to do the Band thing" I asked she just shrugged.

"if you any were wait for me" I shouted to the room as I left. I saw Desmond walking down the stairs and hurried to join him.

"Hey" I said.

"so were are you from?" Desmond asked

"England, you?" I answered

"England as well, can't believe I didn't notice the accent" Desmond said surprised.

"cause their is no accent" I said.

"exactly" Desmond said.

"only people who have an accent are people that put it on and posh people" I said.

"Yeah guess your right" Desmond said just as I got to my floor.

"bye" I said quietly and mostly to my self. I walked quietly over to my room and opened the door. Their was a parrot sqauking and some new luggage I guess my roommate I had got here. I walked into my room well I thought it was my room some guy with blonde hair was asleep on top of it.

"the basterd stole my bed" I said to myself but I looked around and realised I'd never actually claimed it. I heard a voice coming from one of the other rooms and walked in and a girl was sitting on the bed.

"what?" I said looking like an idiot.




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Violet~~

It seemed everyone was leaving so I cleaned up. Everyone was filtering out, saying good byes and such. It was getting late so I tidied up and left the kitchen with a plate of leftovers. I decided to head back, I was bored, out of my mind. The halls were growing quiet, so I tiptoed back to my room. It seemed farther than before, probably because i was sprinting. Everyone else seemed so intresting, playing instruments and such but i was musically challenged. I went into my room and brought out the large nikon I had sneaked past my grandmother.

I fell asleep, tired from the day.

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4:30 AM

CLASH! rumble. CRASH!




I sat straight up, covers falling off of my body at super speed. It was pouring outside and my body shook uncontrollably.

Need cover, need cover I thought to myself. Robert was no where in sight. I was alone. The large windows potrayed the scene of trees being hit with a rampage of water and the lightning struck again and then again, and then again. I got up, and fell again when the lightning struck. I curled into a fetal position attempting to stop tears from pouring out of my sockets. I thought of how stupid I was, imagining my grandmother scolding me for being afraid of lightning, it was stupid, I was 16 and had the fear of a three year old. I ran out of the room taking my quilt with me. The living room was pitch black but it rumbled from the outsides fury. Thinking that I knew the room well enough I could make it to the couch.

"Breath Violet, Breath," I whispered to myself as I slowly made it across the room. Tears were flooding down my cheeks and I couldn't stop them.

I felt like I was almost to the couch but I tripped over something furry, It was Robert.

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xD Zomg, Matt and May are getting married in the Alps! Maria is sooo going. Can she be the bridesmaid?

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Ugh, a band. It would be kinda cool, but the commitment is a bit overwhelming. And to be in a band, the other members would have to be people I'm dearly fond of. Also, what would I do, anyway? I'm great with vocals (yay, for modesty) but Desmond was also good with those, and he would be in the band for sure.

The whole Matt and May thing, people I didn't knew, kinda freaked me out. it was sweet, in one way, but to be getting married so soon -- it sounded as a dreadful mistake. Most young couples would just turn to divorce or slowly fade apart. I shrugged and continued walking the hallways. I saw a girl knocking on my door.

"Sorry, may I help you?" I asked her.

"Sure. This used to be my room. Do you know someone that lives in here? I kinda forgot a pair of shoes in the back of my room," she smiled, friendly. She was older than me, she probably already graduated.

"Hum, sure. I live in there." I put the key in the lock. "What's your name? I'm Melanie."

"I'm Maria," she shook my hand," Nice to meet you, Melanie."

The girl got in quickly and saw she took a turn in my room. Luckily, I hadn't unpacked yet, so she wouldn't run to anything mine except for the luggage. She smiled an thanked me, and left again quickly. I saw a blonde guy waiting down the hall, and they hugged and walked away.

I walked into our room, and found David.

I looked quickly at him, and tried to make my way to my room to lock my door behind me.
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wait what? this is... two years after first boarding schools. alps have come and gone. Theyre doing it in town i think. we havent decided. but it wont take place in the actual boarding school
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Awww. Maria wanted to get drunk xD I was jocking *failed at humour* But Maria is still going to0 be Bridesmaid! May already agreed! *I'm totally gonna bring that up on BS [2]*
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but in BS2 world the marriage wont take place till the year after the ski trip.... the only thing im confused about is where the alps thing came from
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They are at Alps already,. Bolt posted so, they are already there.
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i know.... but thats a year before the marriage...
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Just randomly jumping in here ...

Cornelia:

Despite the fact she'd had help carrying her luggage up stairs, she still had to manage to lug it through the door and into the room. Overall, the room had the hotel sort of feel, except that it was altogether more disheveled and had the faint scent of food. Cornelia took a whiff, her stomach growling.

"Uh, hello?!" Cornelia called out, dropping her luggage where she was and crashing onto a couch nearby. Gosh, what had she packed that weighed so much? She groaned, pushing a hand through her wavy blonde hair, closing her eyes. It was going to be insanely hard to find friends here ...
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Jackie

THe sleepover had been a blast, we had tons of fun. We cooked, we talked, we laughed and finally fallen sleep around eleven thirty.
I suddenly felt the need to wake up and I opened my eyes. All the girls were still sleep. Avaline was hugging Teddington while Iclisa was curled up in the sheets. I got up from where I was and looked at my alarm clock,it read 8:30 a.m.
Everything was so still that it frightened me, and not to mention the cold. Since we were in my room I just looked for my black sweater and put it on. Everything was dark except from a small glimpse of light that was coming from the third room. Umm, we hadn't even opened that door, I thought.
I walked toward it and softly started to open the door. And there was our third roommate, a guy around sixteen or seventeen years old, sitting in the bed.
He turned to look at me but I was frozen.
"Hey, good morning" He said with a smile. "I'm Brennan"

I just nodded and forced out a smile.

"Jackie" I said slowly. And with an almost obvious fake smile I turned around and went back to my room in a hurry to try to make the girls wake up. And although I knew it was almost impossible, telling them about the shocking new roommate was worth it.
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Desmond~~

I sighed as I fell into my bed, not even bothering to take the sheets out of my bag. Sleep would be welcome. I just had to hope no one decided to throw a party.
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Aw. I'll delte this later

David

It was, well I didn't know how late. But I was high, and drunk, and just wandering the campus. I sung soft tones as I wobbled happily under the influence around. Occasionally I screamed "I'm in the clouds!, Woot!" and then staggered away.

When I felt I had been out there for too long I decided to go back to my room. But I was surprised to see someone standing near the door.

"Desmond?" I asked and staggered over, my beer dropped, and the glass broke on the ground. "Hey Des!" I shouted and then fell. I got back up, and staggered over, leaning on him for support. "D-man! Why ya outs here?"

"No reason," He said and looked at me. "IS that pot?"

"Yeah, but don't tell no one. I don't want people to tell on me," I said and then got an urge. "I feel like I'm a kite. I got a fly!" I pushed away from Desmond and then began to ran, flapping my arms and trying to jump, but eventually just fell.

I heard Desmond's heavy foot steps and then he helped me up. "Sorry David, right? But I have to do this." He took his hand and hit something and then I passed out.
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nah, ill make it work. I just needed to talk to Shauni before I tried to make things happen

Desmond~~

I tried to fall asleep for what felt like an hour before finally rousing myself and walking into the hallway. I locked the door behind me and started walking, but a voice made me turn.

"Desmond!"

The word was slurred and it took me a moment to realize someone was calling my name.

"Des! D-Man! Why's ya out here?"

I shrugged, "No reason." Then I saw the bag clutched in his hand, "Is that pot?"

"Yeah, but don't tell no one. I don't want people to tell on me. I feel like I'm a kite. I got a fly!"

He pushed past me and ran down the hall way, but he didn't get far before he fell on his face. I sighed, weighing my morals against my need to get air. I shrugged, at least I'd get a walk on the way to his room.

I walked over to him, a frown painted on my face, "Sorry David, right? But I have to do this."

I pinched him right above the color bone and his body went limp. I cringed at how easily that came back to me. How easily I remembered how to stop someone from screaming. How to kill them silently, or make them simply pass out. It was knowledge I longed to forget.

He was high I knew, and by the smell o his breath, drunk too; not something done alone. I cursed. So much for a quiet night.

I pulled him across my back and started up the steps, my breath coming out in short puffs as I made my way up.
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*dies*

Did no one even care to bring me back to YWS and say that we started up a new one?????

I'm sorry for interrupting but I'm hurt. :(

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