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Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
959
Reviews:
2
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Grother Brooke Academy
WAHHHHH I WANT REVIEWS
oh well here's chapter 2
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Chapter 2
Grother Brooke Academy
Before she knew it Natasha was being shaken awake by her dad.
“Time to get ready for school hon.” he grinned down at her.
Natasha grinned back and then got up, her dad left the room and Natasha got dressed in some old worn out jeans and a black T-shirt. She didn’t know if the school wore uniforms anyway she didn’t have one so she was gonna have to dress like she wanted.
Natasha grabbed her suitcases and her duffel and walked down the stairs for breakfast. Mr. Clawson smiled at her and put some pancakes on a plate and set them on the table.
“You want some syrup for that?”
“Yes please” Natasha smiled at him.
Mr. Clawson went back into the kitchen and then came back with some syrup and butter, then went back into the kitchen. Natasha grinned then started eating, they tasted good, since when did he learn how to cook? Natasha thought with a laugh. Mr. Clawson came back with some juice and another plate of pancakes for him.
“What are you laughing about?” he asked
“Oh nothing, just thinking.” Natasha replied
“You nervous about school?”
“Yeah abit.” Natasha paused then rephrased, “no a lot.”
Mr. Clawson laughed then took a bite of pancakes. They both ate in silence and Natasha looked around the living it was the same as when they first arrived here, except the furniture got moved around so it got a better angle of watching T.V.. Natasha looked at her dad and realized he was watching her.
“What?” Natasha raised her eyebrow, “Do I have something on my face?”
Natasha’s dad laughed then shook his head, “No you remind me of your mother though.” Natasha frowned “Not the drinking part but how you look, your hair is getting longer” he noted. Natasha smiled.
“Yeah I know, Im planning on growing it out.” Mr. Clawson nodded and then took another bite of pancakes.
Natasha was about to take another bite when she looked down and realized they were all gone, she grinned and looked up at her dad again.
“So you ready to go to school?” he laughed
Natasha whined, “Yeah I guess” she stretched and then stood up.
Mr. Clawson walked out to the car with Natasha following him. Natasha put her suitcase and duffel bag in the trunk then moved back to the passengers seat. Her dad smiled at her as she put her buckle on. Mr. Clawson started the car and drove out of the driveway and onto the highway.
It only took half an hour to get there and when they did Natasha just stared at the school, it had a lot of buildings and a humongous field for sports Natasha assumed. Natasha looked around at the students talked to each other and whispered secrets about their summers, Natasha sighed a little too loudly.
“You okay hon?” he asked looking at her concerned
All Natasha could do was nod and grab her duffel out of the trunk as her dad grabbed her suitcases. As they walked to the entrance Natasha became aware that someone was watching her, she turned around and saw a group of pale skinned boys all dressed in black. In the middle was a boy that looked about a few inches taller then Natasha, he had a black T-shirt like Natasha’s and black baggy jeans with a whole lot of chains. He was wearing what looked like black army boots. He had pale skin and jet black greasy hair that was short unlike Natasha’s. His eyes are what caught Natasha they were the same color as her’s and they really shown out since he was mostly wearing all black.
As their eyes both met he smirked at her, and then said something to his friends which made them all look at her. Feeling all their eyes on her she felt her face redden and she turned away from them so they couldn’t see her face.
“Natasha you doin alright hon?’ asked her dad when he saw her face, Natasha just nodded.
They started up the stairs to the front building, that had the sign saying FRONT OFFICE in bold print. Natasha’s dad opened the door then held it open for Natasha. Natasha entered then looked around. They definitely didn’t make front offices like this in New York. The carpet was crimson red, and the walls were also a grey-white stone, in the center of the room was a desk that was ordered ever-so-neatly.
Behind the counter was a middle-aged women with bright red hair that was gelled to spike up some. She was wearing a white T-shirt and some new-looking jeans, which made Natasha feel abit normal with her clothes. On the girls nametag it said ‘Jamie Perkins’. She looked up at us as we entered and smiled, mostly at her dad then her.
“Hello, what can I do for you?” she said in an all-too-sweet voice.
“Hi, um this is Natasha Clawson she’s new and she’s here to get her schedule and dorm number.” said Mr. Clawson with a polite smile.
“Ah yes Natasha,” Jamie looked at her and gave a fake smile which Natasha only too kindly returned, “yes just a minute.” she started digging through some piles and handed Natasha two folders, “This” she handed her the green one, “holds your class schedule, and this” she handed Natasha a blue folder, “holds your dorm number and a map of the campus, you can highlight your routes to your classes if you want.”
“Thank you” Natasha grabbed the folders and smiled again.
“I hope you enjoy Grother Brooke Academy.” she waved as Natasha and her father departed.
As they exited the front office Natasha set her duffel down and looked through the folders memorizing her classes and part of the map that she needed right now. She looked around and started to note where the safest passage was to the buildings and classes. Again Natasha felt watched and as she turned she saw that it was the same boy that was watching her before and so was his little group.
They were all looking at her as if she was the most interesting thing there. Natasha stared back for a moment then looked at her dad.
“I think I can handle it from here dad.” she smiled, Mr. Clawson looked at the group of boys that were still watching her and looked back at Natasha.
“You sure hon?” he asked
Natasha nodded, and Mr. Clawson gave her a kiss on the cheek then went back to the parking lot. Natasha put her duffel around her neck and picked up her suitcase. She then took one last look at the group of boys and went down the steps and started toward the east building marked Building D, which was also called the Girl’s Building. Natasha felt the boys stares boring into her the whole way.
As Natasha neared the building she noted how many people staring at her, what am I the most interesting person on campus now? she thought as she entered the building. Building D was a bit more bigger then the other buildings, for one reason there weren’t that many girls in Grother Brooke Academy mostly boys and for another reason this building was only made for a limited amount of people. Out of all the 600 teenagers that went to Grother Brooke Academy only 20% were females. Which seemed totally unfair to Natasha.
Inside the building there was a cozy little living room with furniture and then two staircases on the opposites sides of the room that led to the dorms. The building was two stories so their were more staircases up and Natasha was looking for Dorm Number 24 which meant she had to go up two flights of stairs, also meaning she got a lot of stares from girls who whispered behind their hands as she went pass. Natasha tried to ignore them but when she went pass this one blonde, she and her friend broke out into giggles as she went pass, and Natasha started running after that.
When Natasha reached the Dorm she was glad to see one girl in the room. The girl looked up as Natasha entered and went to the bed that had her name on it.
“So your Natasha Clawson?” Natasha turned around and looked at the girl who was looking back at her and nodded silently. “Im Valerie,” she paused and stood up holding out her hand, “Valerie McKlaine.”
“Nice to meet you.” Natasha smiled and shook her hand, “you already know my name.” she said quietly.
“Yeah, well almost everyone does” Valerie said, she had a sort of London accent as she spoke.
“How? I’ve just moved here from New York, how come everyone knows me?”
“Because of your dad, Robert Clawson right?”
Natasha nodded, “Right”
“Well your dad works for one of the most famous studios in London.” Valerie paused then dug through her bag and brought out a magazine, “Here read this.”
Natasha looked down at the magazine in the to left corner it read:
Single fathered New Yorker, Robert Clawson gets hired at the most famous recording studio in London, Killians Studios. Read page 15 for more.
Natasha went to page 15 and read on:
Robert Clawson, 32, from New York has just moved to London looking for a job and got one of the most hardest jobs to get, how he got it well no one’s really quite sure but when we interviewed him he gave some pretty interesting information. “Well, I’m not really sure how I got the job,” Mr. Clawson says to one of our reporters, “I was just home one day in New York and Mr. Killian calls me saying that he wants to hire me at a Killians Studios so I agree, and me and my daughter moved here to London.” Mr. Clawson’s daughter Natasha Clawson, now 15, also moved in with her father since a terrible accident with her mother left her with him. Ms. Natasha Clawson is now attending Grother Brooke Academy on September 1.
“Oh my gawd” Natasha looked at the magazine and read the article over three times to make sure it was real, she sat down on the edge of her bed then looked back up at Valerie, “I had no idea I was that famous”
“You know what Killians Studios is then?” Valerie asked
“Of course I do, their the most famous recordings studio in like the whole world.”
“Second, Polar Studios is first.” Valerie grinned
“Agreed” Natasha smiled
“So are the type of girl that enjoys popularity?” Valerie asked
“No, I mostly like to keep to myself, but sometimes I can get abit carried away.” Natasha paused.
“Oh so you wouldn’t mind being friends?”
“No, actually I would like that very much.” Natasha smiled and Valerie smiled back.
“You can keep that magazine if you want, I have an extra copy.” Valerie said and then went back to her bed that was right across from Natasha’s.
Natasha watched Valerie unpack for a minute then looked at the magazine article again. Her dad gave them a picture of him and her in front of the house. A picture they took about a few days after they moved in. Why did he have to tell them about me? She thought miserably. Natasha hated interviews, she hated being in front of a camera period and she totally hated being popular.
As it got later in the morning a few more girl arrived in their dorm and soon Natasha saw that not a lot of girls were like Valerie, but at least she had one friend. Natasha smiled to herself.
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Grother Brooke Academy
Before she knew it Natasha was being shaken awake by her dad.
“Time to get ready for school hon.” he grinned down at her.
Natasha grinned back and then got up, her dad left the room and Natasha got dressed in some old worn out jeans and a black T-shirt. She didn’t know if the school wore uniforms anyway she didn’t have one so she was gonna have to dress like she wanted.
Natasha grabbed her suitcases and her duffel and walked down the stairs for breakfast. Mr. Clawson smiled at her and put some pancakes on a plate and set them on the table.
“You want some syrup for that?”
“Yes please” Natasha smiled at him.
Mr. Clawson went back into the kitchen and then came back with some syrup and butter, then went back into the kitchen. Natasha grinned then started eating, they tasted good, since when did he learn how to cook? Natasha thought with a laugh. Mr. Clawson came back with some juice and another plate of pancakes for him.
“What are you laughing about?” he asked
“Oh nothing, just thinking.” Natasha replied
“You nervous about school?”
“Yeah abit.” Natasha paused then rephrased, “no a lot.”
Mr. Clawson laughed then took a bite of pancakes. They both ate in silence and Natasha looked around the living it was the same as when they first arrived here, except the furniture got moved around so it got a better angle of watching T.V.. Natasha looked at her dad and realized he was watching her.
“What?” Natasha raised her eyebrow, “Do I have something on my face?”
Natasha’s dad laughed then shook his head, “No you remind me of your mother though.” Natasha frowned “Not the drinking part but how you look, your hair is getting longer” he noted. Natasha smiled.
“Yeah I know, Im planning on growing it out.” Mr. Clawson nodded and then took another bite of pancakes.
Natasha was about to take another bite when she looked down and realized they were all gone, she grinned and looked up at her dad again.
“So you ready to go to school?” he laughed
Natasha whined, “Yeah I guess” she stretched and then stood up.
Mr. Clawson walked out to the car with Natasha following him. Natasha put her suitcase and duffel bag in the trunk then moved back to the passengers seat. Her dad smiled at her as she put her buckle on. Mr. Clawson started the car and drove out of the driveway and onto the highway.
It only took half an hour to get there and when they did Natasha just stared at the school, it had a lot of buildings and a humongous field for sports Natasha assumed. Natasha looked around at the students talked to each other and whispered secrets about their summers, Natasha sighed a little too loudly.
“You okay hon?” he asked looking at her concerned
All Natasha could do was nod and grab her duffel out of the trunk as her dad grabbed her suitcases. As they walked to the entrance Natasha became aware that someone was watching her, she turned around and saw a group of pale skinned boys all dressed in black. In the middle was a boy that looked about a few inches taller then Natasha, he had a black T-shirt like Natasha’s and black baggy jeans with a whole lot of chains. He was wearing what looked like black army boots. He had pale skin and jet black greasy hair that was short unlike Natasha’s. His eyes are what caught Natasha they were the same color as her’s and they really shown out since he was mostly wearing all black.
As their eyes both met he smirked at her, and then said something to his friends which made them all look at her. Feeling all their eyes on her she felt her face redden and she turned away from them so they couldn’t see her face.
“Natasha you doin alright hon?’ asked her dad when he saw her face, Natasha just nodded.
They started up the stairs to the front building, that had the sign saying FRONT OFFICE in bold print. Natasha’s dad opened the door then held it open for Natasha. Natasha entered then looked around. They definitely didn’t make front offices like this in New York. The carpet was crimson red, and the walls were also a grey-white stone, in the center of the room was a desk that was ordered ever-so-neatly.
Behind the counter was a middle-aged women with bright red hair that was gelled to spike up some. She was wearing a white T-shirt and some new-looking jeans, which made Natasha feel abit normal with her clothes. On the girls nametag it said ‘Jamie Perkins’. She looked up at us as we entered and smiled, mostly at her dad then her.
“Hello, what can I do for you?” she said in an all-too-sweet voice.
“Hi, um this is Natasha Clawson she’s new and she’s here to get her schedule and dorm number.” said Mr. Clawson with a polite smile.
“Ah yes Natasha,” Jamie looked at her and gave a fake smile which Natasha only too kindly returned, “yes just a minute.” she started digging through some piles and handed Natasha two folders, “This” she handed her the green one, “holds your class schedule, and this” she handed Natasha a blue folder, “holds your dorm number and a map of the campus, you can highlight your routes to your classes if you want.”
“Thank you” Natasha grabbed the folders and smiled again.
“I hope you enjoy Grother Brooke Academy.” she waved as Natasha and her father departed.
As they exited the front office Natasha set her duffel down and looked through the folders memorizing her classes and part of the map that she needed right now. She looked around and started to note where the safest passage was to the buildings and classes. Again Natasha felt watched and as she turned she saw that it was the same boy that was watching her before and so was his little group.
They were all looking at her as if she was the most interesting thing there. Natasha stared back for a moment then looked at her dad.
“I think I can handle it from here dad.” she smiled, Mr. Clawson looked at the group of boys that were still watching her and looked back at Natasha.
“You sure hon?” he asked
Natasha nodded, and Mr. Clawson gave her a kiss on the cheek then went back to the parking lot. Natasha put her duffel around her neck and picked up her suitcase. She then took one last look at the group of boys and went down the steps and started toward the east building marked Building D, which was also called the Girl’s Building. Natasha felt the boys stares boring into her the whole way.
As Natasha neared the building she noted how many people staring at her, what am I the most interesting person on campus now? she thought as she entered the building. Building D was a bit more bigger then the other buildings, for one reason there weren’t that many girls in Grother Brooke Academy mostly boys and for another reason this building was only made for a limited amount of people. Out of all the 600 teenagers that went to Grother Brooke Academy only 20% were females. Which seemed totally unfair to Natasha.
Inside the building there was a cozy little living room with furniture and then two staircases on the opposites sides of the room that led to the dorms. The building was two stories so their were more staircases up and Natasha was looking for Dorm Number 24 which meant she had to go up two flights of stairs, also meaning she got a lot of stares from girls who whispered behind their hands as she went pass. Natasha tried to ignore them but when she went pass this one blonde, she and her friend broke out into giggles as she went pass, and Natasha started running after that.
When Natasha reached the Dorm she was glad to see one girl in the room. The girl looked up as Natasha entered and went to the bed that had her name on it.
“So your Natasha Clawson?” Natasha turned around and looked at the girl who was looking back at her and nodded silently. “Im Valerie,” she paused and stood up holding out her hand, “Valerie McKlaine.”
“Nice to meet you.” Natasha smiled and shook her hand, “you already know my name.” she said quietly.
“Yeah, well almost everyone does” Valerie said, she had a sort of London accent as she spoke.
“How? I’ve just moved here from New York, how come everyone knows me?”
“Because of your dad, Robert Clawson right?”
Natasha nodded, “Right”
“Well your dad works for one of the most famous studios in London.” Valerie paused then dug through her bag and brought out a magazine, “Here read this.”
Natasha looked down at the magazine in the to left corner it read:
Single fathered New Yorker, Robert Clawson gets hired at the most famous recording studio in London, Killians Studios. Read page 15 for more.
Natasha went to page 15 and read on:
Robert Clawson, 32, from New York has just moved to London looking for a job and got one of the most hardest jobs to get, how he got it well no one’s really quite sure but when we interviewed him he gave some pretty interesting information. “Well, I’m not really sure how I got the job,” Mr. Clawson says to one of our reporters, “I was just home one day in New York and Mr. Killian calls me saying that he wants to hire me at a Killians Studios so I agree, and me and my daughter moved here to London.” Mr. Clawson’s daughter Natasha Clawson, now 15, also moved in with her father since a terrible accident with her mother left her with him. Ms. Natasha Clawson is now attending Grother Brooke Academy on September 1.
“Oh my gawd” Natasha looked at the magazine and read the article over three times to make sure it was real, she sat down on the edge of her bed then looked back up at Valerie, “I had no idea I was that famous”
“You know what Killians Studios is then?” Valerie asked
“Of course I do, their the most famous recordings studio in like the whole world.”
“Second, Polar Studios is first.” Valerie grinned
“Agreed” Natasha smiled
“So are the type of girl that enjoys popularity?” Valerie asked
“No, I mostly like to keep to myself, but sometimes I can get abit carried away.” Natasha paused.
“Oh so you wouldn’t mind being friends?”
“No, actually I would like that very much.” Natasha smiled and Valerie smiled back.
“You can keep that magazine if you want, I have an extra copy.” Valerie said and then went back to her bed that was right across from Natasha’s.
Natasha watched Valerie unpack for a minute then looked at the magazine article again. Her dad gave them a picture of him and her in front of the house. A picture they took about a few days after they moved in. Why did he have to tell them about me? She thought miserably. Natasha hated interviews, she hated being in front of a camera period and she totally hated being popular.
As it got later in the morning a few more girl arrived in their dorm and soon Natasha saw that not a lot of girls were like Valerie, but at least she had one friend. Natasha smiled to herself.
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