Fan Fiction ❯ Dreamers Acadamy ❯ Chapter 2

Chapter Two

 

 

 

We entered the gates of Dreamers Boarding School Academy. Large gates the color of green and blue. The grounds of the school were large; it was like driving on a path in a forest.

After a moment of driving we reached the main building. At least forty other cars, vans, and trucks were parked outside. Dad found an open space to park. We unloaded my two suitcases and I grabbed my bag.

As we entered the main building we were greeted by the headmistress.

“Hello, I'm Ms. Aria the headmistress.”

We introduced ourselves.

“Nice to meet you, as you already know this school is here to help those who already know and want to know about their future careers.”

“I already know what I want to do.”

“What's that?” Ms. Aria asked me.

“A writer, I know I'm not the best, but someday I want people to read my books. I want my stories to be on peoples' bookshelves.” I told her.

“That's a good dream to go by. This school will be the best thing to help you with your dream.”

I had a feeling she said had said it more than once.

“Now if you'll head over to registration, you can arrange your schedule.” She pointed towards the registration booth. “Your father can be on his way once you've settled in.”

To me, she seemed like a dunce.

So I headed over to registration with my dad; suitcases rolling behind us.

“Name,” the man said.

“Raye Saren,” I told him.

“I'm the social studies teacher.” He introduced himself. “So what program are you entering?”

“I'm entering the writing program.” I replied.

“Choose your classes from this form.” He handed me not just “a” form, but a packet. I may just enter more or less classes than I thought I would.

I went through and chose a full schedule of writing. I squeezed in as much as I could. I wanted to be good enough, so I can be published.

I handed the form back.

“Guess I won't be seeing you too much then.” He handed another form to different person. “Here is your room assignment. You will have two roommates.”

“Thank you,” first impressions are important in these situations.

I walked over to my dad and showed him where my room was located on a school map. He needed to leave and I didn't want to drag my luggage everywhere.

We headed over to the girls dorm building. My room was on the third floor. I hoped there was an elevator.

 

When we reached the door to my new room, I say three keys tapped to the door. A note below said they were rooms' assigned students. I took one and unlocked the door.

Inside the room were three desks, three beds, and three closets. On each of these I saw three names: Raye, Selene, and Athena. The other two names were obviously my roommates.

“Let's put these on your bed for now.” Dad suggested.

“Sure, I'll unpack later. I want to sign up for a few more after school activities if I can.”

“Alright, see you in four months.” Dad went back into the hall. I put both suitcases on the bed.

After looking around the room and the extensions, I left to go back to the main building.

 

Throughout the evening I spoke to no one. I didn't want to talk, didn't want to approach anyone. I was always quiet in middle school, I didn't have a lot of friends and I was fine with that. In the end I found out my “friends” were like every one else. I was embarrassed at the end of the year, it was then that I found out they were pretending, took on a bet. I never wanted another friend, never.

I signed up for the school newspaper and a writing group. I promised my dad that I would try journalism, but I told the person at the booth that I gave no guarantee that I would stay.
I went back to the room to find the two other keys taken. When I entered, I saw other suitcases on the two other beds. Though I saw no other people, I preferred it that way. I went to sleep before my roommates came back.