SilverStone Academy

Silver is the military boarding school that is practically famous to Canadians. People from around the world get sent to the school to be prepared for the army, trained, and getting used to all conditions.

This school is guarded by these walls in which the sergeant and captain live in. The rooms - which hold both the boy's in one room, and girls in the other - and merely cots, which are bunks.

There's a lunchroom, which don't serve the best food, and outside of it, there are the training grounds.

There's just a few rules.

- No sex, romance allowed. If you must, do a ***FADE OUT*** Before anything happens.
-Swearing allowed, just nothing too vulgar.
- No God modding
- Have fun!

Spoiler

Excuse the shirtlessness....

Christopher Elliot

Standing outside of the academy, I regret agreeing to this after all. My chauffeur Marley stands behind me, holding my bag, and looks as expressionless as ever. I take my bag and swallow before turning back to him.

"Good luck, young sir," he nods instead of his usual bow.

I nod in thanks and head up to the door, hesitating before stepping inside and glancing around.

Well, Chris, you've dug yourself deep this time. Guess the Special Forces are more important than you first thought... Now, where's the office again?

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Dianna

I walk with two of my close friends through the Academy, my military hat keeping my blonde ringlets in a bun, and strands hang down from the front. I've been here for two years, and I somehow know this place better than I'd think I ever would. My boots make that annoying squeaky noise as I walk into the main building. I see a new kid, not dressed in regular uniform, and glance at him before walking past and into the main office.

"Dianna, we're expecting a new student. Happen to see him when he walked in?" The Chief asks. I shrug, plopping down in the chair for my usual detention slips; or whatever they call them here, "Yeah, think so," I say, "If he's smart, he'll look on the wall, and look at the map."

Chief rolls his eyes before going to a file across the room, looking for my profile as he does.

Christopher

I finally glance at the walls and find the map, cursing myself for not seeing it sooner. Sighing, I follow the directions and make it to the office. Walking in, I swallow and head up to the front desk.

"Uh, new here," I say, "Is it possible to get my schedule?"

Dianna

The Cheif hands me my slips before nodding and handing the new kid his schedule, "Get to training," He says, shooing us off.

I glare at him before walking out, slipping the card in my pocket.

Christopher

I nod and take a deep breath, glancing over my schedule. I'm guessing I can't put my bag in my room then... I catch up with the girl and clear my throat, calming.

"Do you mind if I tag along? I don't exactly know where I'm supposed to go..."

Dianna

I glance at him and nod, not saying anything more. We get to the training grounds and the boys wink at me before getting back to climbing the ropes, and the girls smile at me before getting back to gun stunts. I turn to the boy, "Boys are over there," I point to the ropes, "Set you're bag by the trees. You can put it in you're room when the day is done."

Christopher

I nod and say nothing more, setting my bag down and wishing I'd picked a t-shirt to wear instead of the button up I'm in. Sighing, I hesitate before joining the group of boys and taking my turn in the training exercises set out for me.

Dianna

I do the gun exersizes for around thirty minutes before the huge bell rings. Free period. Thank god.

I sigh and set my gun down, gathering my stuff before heading to the feild. Once I get there, I plop down and un-button my shirt, revealing a white tank, and take my hat off, letting my hair fall loose. I open my history book and run a hand through my hair.

The only place I can be myself. Not have to worry about anyone asking me to skip...just me.

Christopher

The bell rings and I grab my bag again, awkwardly glancing around. Swallowing, I glance over my schedule before heading off in the direction I hope is right. After a few moments of wandering the halls, I end up in the same classroom as that one girl. I don't see an instructor so I take a seat in a table away from everyone else.

Dianna

I sigh and stand, walking to class. The place is crowded, just like usual, and I sit in the very back, next to the new guy. Two guys sit on the other side of me and I ignore they're pick up lines before opening my notebook and the bell ringing again for history to start as free period ends. The instructor walks in and tells us to open to a certain page in our history books.

Spoiler

So confused... I thought she'd already sat down.

Christopher

I tune everyone out and focus on the lesson, not wanting to screw this school up. Opening my textbook, I notice the girl had moved to my side but make nothing of it. Not here to make friends, Chris. Here for the education. Just get through the day.

Spoiler

She was outside. Lol.

Dianna

The instructor looks at me, noticing me doodling in my notebook, and slams her hand on it, pulling it away from me. I swallow and look down as she speaks, "Dianna," She sighs, "Mind if I share this with the class?"

I nod, "I do."

"Well too bad," She chuckles, "This is history, not art."

She passes it around and people giggle before glancing back at me. Standing, I run out of the room. I know I'm bad. But I never thought it'd come to this. I have rights.

Christopher

The teacher slams her hand down on the desk beside me and I jump, watching as she snatches the girl's notebook and begins to pass it around the class. Realizing I'm still tuning everything out, I blink a few times and refocus, listening to the words instead of the sound this time.

The girl runs out of the room and I stop myself from going out after her. I don't know her. It's not my place.

The notebook returns to me but I don't look at it, closing it and setting it back on her desk.

Dianna

I drop down in the corner near a office and the lunchroom, and bring my knees to my face, burying my face in them before gathering all my emotions inside of me.

Who knows what people think of me now? Probrably just another person, huh? That's...not good for me.

I stay there for a while, only to hear the bell ring again. I'm not eating lunch today.I keep my face in my knees, listening to the footsteps passing.