THE ALARM CLOCK was getting more and more annoying by the second. Hitting the snooze button again wasn't an option so Ryan Blair laid there in her king sized bed, staring up at the flower patterned ceiling.
She'd been awake for more than thirty minutes, the duration of that time spent on her bed, cursing an inanimate object.
Senior year is here.
She groaned, pushing the comforter away so she could swing her legs over the bed. Her bare feet made instant contact with the cold hardwood floor, the blonde's conscious wincing slightly at the cold.
It was currently September here, the weather getting chillier and chillier as the months passed.
School had always been annoying for teenagers like Ryan and she couldn't find even one last speck of remorse at the fact that after a year, she'd be gone from this hellhole.
Coming back to Aiden-Leigh High had been tough, even for her. It wasn't that she wasn't popular, she was but the school work load was capable of turning her mind and soul into complete shambles. Especially as it was college season and the fact that she still didn't know what career to pursue for the rest of her life still haunted her to this day.
She looked around her room, the bare mess of it seeming unfamiliar to her. As a senior, she had let go of her old room in the dorm which consisted of juniors and had moved to the senior dorm. The rooms were still lush and large as ever. It wasn't surprising, considering the school she attended was Aiden-Leigh High, a boarding school for the most prestigious, located in the heart of the Big Apple, New York. The rooms here were large for an individual, each room equipped with its own luxury bathroom and walk in closet.
She hardly had time to decorate it, considering she just moved back to ALH a few days ago. It was obvious really, if the fact that her room was bare was not a sign enough, the unopened brown moving boxes at the edge of the room would give it away.
Sighing, she went to the bathroom, hoping to take a long wash.
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SHE EMERGED from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, body covered with a cotton towel and her wet dirty blonde hair tumbling freely on her shoulders, reaching her collarbone. The smell of shampoo was wafting around the suite.
She grabbed her uniform for the day, ironed neatly yesterday night and put it on. Her uniform consisted of a black button down tucked inside a white tennis skirt and black stockings which covered her whole leg. It was accompanied by a pair of white tennis shoes.
She coated her lashes with a thin layer of mascara and grabbed her phone and room keys, locking the door from the outside in the process as she walked down the dorm hall.
She walked towards her best friends dorm room, which was in the ground floor, to the delight of her best friend who hated walking more than anything.
Ryan tapped on the door, twice which was responded with a slight sound of tumblers, an indication that her best friend was unlocking the door.
If Ryan were to describe her best friend in a word it would be pretty. Aanya Gautham was no doubt one of the most prettiest girls on campus. Her Indian heritage only added to her illuminating looks, with a sheer raven black mane which cascaded down her back, gorgeous tan skin that anyone could never get even if they sunbathed for a week straight and the most gorgeous light grey eyes.
There was no hint of bags under her eyes that all teenagers suffered these days or any negative thought in her head. She smiled at seeing Ryan, showing off her pearly whites.
"Good morning. You look terrible even to me."
Ryan chuckled at that, coming inside Anya's room. She admired what her best friend had done with her room. The color scheme was red, brown and black. A colorful carpet covered the whole room and her messy, unmade bed showed hints of a red quilt and a black bed sheet. Fairy lights hung from her desk to her bed, still brightly lit as Aanya had probably forgotten to turn the switch off and a large number of Polaroids were attached to the fairy lights, illuminating a whole photo album.
Her whole life could be recounted from those polaroids. Parties, Soirée's and dinners were what Aanya lived for. Most of the polaroids contained images of her and Ryan, a sign of their everlasting friendship.
"Your room is pretty." Commented Ryan as she plopped on the unmade bed, waiting for Aanya to finish getting ready. Aanya was in the middle of lining her eyes with kohl as Ryan made the comment. She glanced her way, her attention now on Ryan rather than the vanity in front of her.
"Thanks. I would say the same, but I dropped you at your room yesterday and it's as bare as a baby's ass." She smirked as she walked back to her desk, grabbing her phone.
"Oh wow, thank you for that enlightening comment." She said sarcastically as she got up, ready to leave Aanya's room and head to school.
"Just doing my job."
"You're not helping Aanya. You should stop." She deadpanned as they left the dorm, walking on the soft grass of the campus.
"Seriously. I'll help you decorate it sometime."
"I'll do it myself." She laughed as she and Aanya walked up to the main building of ALH. The building was centuries old, only the west wing of the school being nearly modern as it was reconstructed about fifteen years ago. The school actually gave off a Harry Potter vibe, according to Aanya, with large doors as long hallways.
The school was originally French and the main branch was still in Paris. As a growing profit business, it expanded to more parts of the world, catering to the needs of the upper class children of society, helping them be educated of the various ways of the world.
Some students lingering in the hallways of the main building greeted hello to them, all of the teenagers looking tired and mentally drained. It was no surprise of course. This school was a brain killer and after enjoying two months of summer break, enjoying activities of parties in Paris, trips to the Cape and so on, everyone was still adjusting to the change of pace in their luxurious lives.
First period was assembly, so instead of going to their lockers to get their daily dose of hand killing textbooks, they proceed to the main hall to listen to the principal for the last time.
The main hall was large to say the least, with a huge stage, a red curtain and 1400 seats covering the rest of the large space. Ryan took a seat at the back with her best friend as masses of souls cluttered in, voices echoing all the way to the the podium. Whispers of their trips and summer activities floated in the air, everyone talking amongst each other till the Headmaster made his appearance.
It was funny, how anyone was able to gather so much of information by just listening to the mass of hushed whispers. Already Ryan knew that Miranda had transferred to Bishop Prep in Cali, Wesley had gotten a girl pregnant during summer and Andrea had gotten a nose job for the third time.
The pace of the whispers changed, every echo abruptly stopping as the Headmaster came into view.
He was a tall, lanky man with a bald spot right in the middle of his short grey hair. His Armani suit was way too big for him and everyone winced visibly as he coughed into the mic, the uncomfortable sound carrying all the way to the back.
From the corner of her eye, she could see Aanya also wincing, a grunt escaping her delicate lips at the sound of the Headmaster coughing.
He cleared his throat. "Well, ladies and gentleman. I hope you've had a good break. Welcome to senior year."
Ryan sighed audibly as she slumped in her seat. She muttered under her breath, so that only she could hear.
"Ladies and gentleman , welcome to Hell."
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first chapter done :) I hope you like it hehe
-Din