School was just as bad as Stephanie imagined it.

New Bruntum Preparatory Academy had advertised a “wholesome learning environment” and “friendly atmosphere” in its brochure.  It was the sort of place that rich parents would entrust their little darlings to.  By all rights, Stephanie should have fit right in, but there was, of course, the not insignificant fact that she’d been expelled from her last school.  Even though it wasn’t her fault.

“Just be yourself,” her mother had suggested before pushing her and her brother out the door.  Which would have been great advice. . .

. . . except for the fact that everyone was completely ignoring her.

Stephanie sank down in her chair as Ms. Delaney finished calling roll.  It was just a half hour into the first day, and already the other students were treating her coldly.  To tell the truth, she had expected some pointed glares, some snide comments, anything but this complete silence.  It was worse than anything else they could have done.  And maybe that’s why they do it, Stephanie realized.  Though I can’t think of a reason why. . . .

“Stephanie Blake?” Ms. Delaney called.

“Yes?”

“This is your first year here, right?”  Ms. Delaney looked at her speculatively over her glasses.  “You’ll need a guide. . . .  Is there anyone who’d like to volunteer?”

Alicia looked at herself in the mirror, reaching up to tug the bow in her hair straight and fluff her hair. She could see nothing wrong with her appearance, but she still lingered, not wanting to have to go outside and face reality.

The door opened, and her mother came in.

“Alicia? Have you finished changing?” she asked.

“Yes, mor.” Alicia said, managing a smile.

Her mother smiled.

“You look adorable in that uniform, Ali.” she said, taking her daughters hands and twirling her around the room. Alicia’s smile flickered, just for a moment before it came back again, but her mother saw and stopped.

“Oh, Ali. Are you still unsure? Do you still have doubts?”

Alicia hadn’t meant to say anything, but suddenly all of her worries and fears poured out.

“What if they don’t like me? What if they tease me for being so small? What if–” she swallowed. “What if it’s like what Marlin says it is?”

“Marlin?” her mother searched her face questioningly. “What has Marlin been saying?

“He-” Alicia started, but a few tears escaped, and she couldn’t finish. “He-”

“Shh, min alskling. I understand, and so does your far.” her mother said soothingly, pulling her daughter into a hug. “We think that this will be a good experience for you, but if it is not, you don’t have to finish the term. I’m sure Monsieur Benoit would be more that happy to continue tutoring you.”

“Really?” Alicia asked, rubbing her eyes with one hand.

“Really.” her mother said firmly.

“O-okay, mor. I’ll try it.”

“That’s my girl. Now, go to the bathroom and wash your face, alright?”

“Alright.” Alicia said, a small smile on her face.

Her mother smiled and left the room, and Alicia took another long look in the mirror. She took in the sight of a small girl wearing a private school uniform. She remembered the surprised look on the tailor’s face as her parents ordered a sixth grade uniform, extra extra small. She remembered the kind look on the headmasters face as he offered her and her parents a cookie. She was just starting to relax when she remembered the spiteful look on Marlin’s face as he sneered; “I heard that you’re starting school this year. Not just any school either, you had to choose a ritzy private school. Well, I’m sure that your school isn’t much different than my school, and trust me; you wouldn’t last very long in my school.”

She shivered. Trust Marlin to ruin school for her before she even started.

~

Mor: Danish for ‘Mother’. Far: Danish for ‘Father’. Min alskling: Swedish for ‘My darling’.

Aurelia: Vision 1

July 26, 2012

Aurelia smiled at the woman at the front desk. “My name is Aurelia Allette, may I have my class schedule?” she asked. Aurelia had a schedule change at the last minute. Aurelia’s parents had wanted her to take more AP classes than what she chose. Of course, she had to listen to them. Well, not really. She just felt that she had a duty to listen to them, and be the child they wanted. Someone perfect, who would inherited both companies. Her father’s electronic company, Tera, and her mother’s designer line, Allegro. Aurelia sighed. “Here you go Miss Allette. Have a nice day.” the woman gave a smile. Aurelia glanced at the woman’s name tag. “Thank you Ms.Herlington.” Aurelia smiled and went off, but not before hearing Ms.Herlington mumble to herself. “What a nice child, so beautiful and smart.” this made Aurelia frown, not that the woman noticed.

After entering an empty hallway, she leaned onto the wall. Her eye looked dull and she looked exhausted. Her other one, the left one, was hidden under her bangs. She was blind in that eye, not that anyone knew or anything. “Ugh.” she looked around to make sure no one was around, and clasped her hands. Dear God, if you are listening to me, please answer my prayer. I want to be myself, do things I like. I don’t want to live up to expectations all the time. Please…. the bell suddenly rang. Aurelia’s eyes flew open and she went to homeroom, without another thought.

Before the Oops

June 20, 2012

     Jakson woke up in his room.  He looked at his beat up old alarm clock and groaned.  Late for school again.  Not that it really matters when you learn online advanced courses at least  3 grades ahead of the norm.  And are doing several odd science expirements at a time.  The currently biggest one was powering his neighborhood.  Jakson had deducted that the easiest way to do such was to build a low power nuclear reactor for the area.  It was cleaner *ish* than a coal plant, and definitaly cheaper.  The hardest problem was keeping it safe.

If the protective covering wasn’t on right or there wasn’t enough than a: the reactor would implode/explode, and Jakson didn’t know which would be worse, or b: the reactor would leak gamma rays and beta rays, and that would be the worst thing because no one would know.

Stephanie: Strike 1

May 8, 2012

Stephanie Blake put down her fork, feeling queasy.  This was it: The first day of her new school life.

The prospect wasn’t appealing.

She knew that thousands of other students transferred to a new school for their junior year–it wasn’t a groundbreaking procedure.  Still, she doubted that those other students transferred to a school halfway across the city, with enough baggage that even the librarians looked askance at them when they walked through the door.

Hence, her nerves.

“It will be fine, cherie,” her mother said.  “It’s just a new school, no?”

“Yes, Maman,” Stephanie said.  She picked up her fork again and poked at her pancakes, remembering the accusing stare of the principal, as if he couldn’t imagine why someone like her would dare to enroll in his school.

Stephanie sighed.  She didn’t think that it would be a very good day.

Tales From New Bruntum

January 16, 2012

This is a RP (role-play) pertaining people. More info will be given as soon as the actual plot develops that is hidden for now.

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