Post by Isabel Montgomery on Jun 3, 2006 3:03:22 GMT -5
Monty slowly slid her sunglasses to the top of her head, pushing back a fashionable mess of spluttering curls, as she walked the path with the other hundred or so new students. She shaded her chocolate brown eyes from the white sun with a brochure from the school and tried to get a better look at her surroundings by walking along on her tiptoes. Powell Academy, though a few ways away still, was the largest building Monty had ever seen.
Her toes sore, she dropped back to her original height. Perhaps the past of such an older building was somewhere in that brochure. Monty hadn’t read all of it for it was more like a book than a brochure. Rules, Curriculum, etc.
Five teachers had shown up to the train station and split everyone into groups of twenty. Each teacher led his or her group down the broad stone path and into the once upon a time castle. As soon as they stepped into Powell, each group was taken on a tour. Monty had been fortunate enough to be with one who would take them around the first floor quickly in order to have time enough to refresh in The Dining Hall.
Monty knew nobody there, but it wasn’t that way for long. Her group sat in The Dining Hall at one table enjoying crackers and caviar. She picked up a few of the thin round crackers, set them on her small plate, picked one up and snapped it in half barely making a crumb.
The freshman felt a dull thump in her chest that wasn’t her heart. It was that feeling that someone was watching. She slowly looked from beneath her lashes around the table and found three pairs of eyes on her. Monty shifted uncomfortably in her seat and switched her gaze to her manicured nails.
One of the boys that had been noticing her went round the glossed mahogany table and over to her. He peered over her shoulder at her plate and mocked a gasp that made people turn.
“What? No caviar?” He asked.
“I don’t have the appetite for fish eyes, thank you.” She replied quietly though he was so close to her that she could feel his breath in her ear.
“Chance Carter. You?” Monty looked from beneath her lashes at the two egging Carter on.
“Pleasure, Mr. Carter” She said sarcastically, ”I don’t have the appetite for fish eyes or the smell either.” She said a bit louder and gaining giggles from along the table. His shadowed cheeks began to turn red when the tour was suddenly resumed and Monty sped from her seat. With grace, of course.
They were shown the auditorium, the library, the lesson halls, and lastly, the commons and dorms. Her limbs sore from the extensive walking, Monty stole a plush chair and sighed, content.
The students were now allowed to roam as the pleased. Few stayed in the commons. Monty would’ve sprinted back through that door if she hadn’t been so tired. She was going to see it all eventually.
She thought about Carter’s lingering glance before he too went back outside. It’s happened before and would happen again, yet, Monty found something eerie about this particular one.
Monty crossed her bare legs carefully as to not let anyone a free peepshow. Never for free. Her mother had once told her in one of her drunken lectures. Pushing the thoughts from a troubled past away, Monty preoccupied herself with the manual, or brochure to Powell.
Her toes sore, she dropped back to her original height. Perhaps the past of such an older building was somewhere in that brochure. Monty hadn’t read all of it for it was more like a book than a brochure. Rules, Curriculum, etc.
Five teachers had shown up to the train station and split everyone into groups of twenty. Each teacher led his or her group down the broad stone path and into the once upon a time castle. As soon as they stepped into Powell, each group was taken on a tour. Monty had been fortunate enough to be with one who would take them around the first floor quickly in order to have time enough to refresh in The Dining Hall.
Monty knew nobody there, but it wasn’t that way for long. Her group sat in The Dining Hall at one table enjoying crackers and caviar. She picked up a few of the thin round crackers, set them on her small plate, picked one up and snapped it in half barely making a crumb.
The freshman felt a dull thump in her chest that wasn’t her heart. It was that feeling that someone was watching. She slowly looked from beneath her lashes around the table and found three pairs of eyes on her. Monty shifted uncomfortably in her seat and switched her gaze to her manicured nails.
One of the boys that had been noticing her went round the glossed mahogany table and over to her. He peered over her shoulder at her plate and mocked a gasp that made people turn.
“What? No caviar?” He asked.
“I don’t have the appetite for fish eyes, thank you.” She replied quietly though he was so close to her that she could feel his breath in her ear.
“Chance Carter. You?” Monty looked from beneath her lashes at the two egging Carter on.
“Pleasure, Mr. Carter” She said sarcastically, ”I don’t have the appetite for fish eyes or the smell either.” She said a bit louder and gaining giggles from along the table. His shadowed cheeks began to turn red when the tour was suddenly resumed and Monty sped from her seat. With grace, of course.
They were shown the auditorium, the library, the lesson halls, and lastly, the commons and dorms. Her limbs sore from the extensive walking, Monty stole a plush chair and sighed, content.
The students were now allowed to roam as the pleased. Few stayed in the commons. Monty would’ve sprinted back through that door if she hadn’t been so tired. She was going to see it all eventually.
She thought about Carter’s lingering glance before he too went back outside. It’s happened before and would happen again, yet, Monty found something eerie about this particular one.
Monty crossed her bare legs carefully as to not let anyone a free peepshow. Never for free. Her mother had once told her in one of her drunken lectures. Pushing the thoughts from a troubled past away, Monty preoccupied herself with the manual, or brochure to Powell.
