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I'll Write It All Across The Wall Before My Job Is Done
2 reviewsWhen A New Girl Arrives At A Prestigious Hunter School And Meets Brendon Urie A childish Top Student Will He Be Able To Find Out The Secret Of This Mysterious Girl?
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My mind went blank as I sat in the car staring blindly out of the window. My long black hair rolled over my shoulders and cascaded down my back. My sharp green eyes seemed to be glassy and empty. My pale skin glinted under the light of the searing sun. I was on my way to the boarding school that would change everything.
I saw the black gates looming just a head, behind the sharp killer pointed fence lay a giant black foreboding mansion. Could this place get anymore cliché? Everything here was quiet everyone was in class learning the subject that I would soon be joining them in.
As the car came to a halt I walked out and angrily pulled at the ridiculously short skirt that was required as the school uniform. With a last sigh of defeat I left the plaid skirt be.
Trudging a head glaring at everything in my way, I really did not want to be here. I approached the large oak door (one again cliché) and opened it and headed in ignoring the angry looks I was receiving from the other people in this meeting. I walked straight to the man at the front and looked him dead in the eye.
“ Well I am here” I said in a monotonous voice my face blank though on the inside I was mentally strangling this man.
“ Cassandra I am busy” he growled out, I just stared at him blankly.
“ Well if you give me my schedule and dorm number I will be out of the way then wouldn’t I,” I stated matter of factly. I hid my smirked behind my long fringe as I saw him sigh in utter annoyance and shoot another glare my way.
“ Fine here it is now go away,” he hissed at me. I grinned evilly.
“ Why thankyou Mr Nerimak” I said and left with a small wave. Outside of the office I paused to have a look at my first class. Archery. Well this should be interesting.
I arrived at the backfield and ignored all of the other students and walked to the front and stopped in front of the teacher disrupting the entire class. The teacher looked at me with an exasperated look.
“ I have heard of you” she sighed before continuing. “ Pick up a bow and arrow and get in line Miss Cornwell.”
I nodded and went and picked up my bow and arrow and got into line behind a young boy with brown hair in a rugged close to his face style. If reach just to his chin he had gorgeous entrancing brown eyes and delicate pale skin. He stood at about 5,8 two inches taller than me because I stand at 5,6. I watched as he turned to me a grinned childishly, and I will even admit cutely.
“ Hi I am Brendon Urie” he said grinning gripping my hand from his lazy placement dangling at my side. Blinking in slight shock from the abrupt introduction I gripped his hand slightly in return.
“ Cassandra Cornwell” I replied studying the boy before me. He seemed to find my response encouraging and grinned at me.
“ Your new right would you like me to show you to your classes and around the campus” he gushed grinning.
“Alright” I replied then watched as it was his turn at the bullseye and watched as he became serious for a split second long enough to take aim and fire his arrow, I watched as it spiralled through the air and dug itself into the red dot in the centre of the bullseye. I stood slightly stunned then watched as he reverted back into his hyperactive self and seemed to almost dance back to the end of the line.
I blinked in confusion before stepping forward and taking aim. I closed my eyes and in my mind I pictured what I wanted it to hit then opened my eyes, which were now a startling purple. Releasing the arrow I watched it spiral then saw through the bullseye leaving behind it a small hole almost like a peephole. I turned around to see all of the other students staring at me with a mixture of fear and shock. I walked past them silently and then returned to the back of the line where the Brendon kid stood. He grinned at me as I came by him before clapping me on the back.
“ Well done that was really impressive’ he said grinning. I just nodded my reply and looked over into the distance focusing in on my surroundings. I looked and saw that further down the way in the grass area people were sparring with real glinting silver swords. I studied the movements of the people to see what competition I faced. It wasn’t that much in all honesty. I sighed before returning my focus to the school itself. It was an old rustic mansion with large entangled vines coating the sides. It looked like the typical house in a really bad horror movie that lacked all originality.
My attention was brought back to the place in front of me when I noticed a pale hand waving in front of my face I looked up to see Brendon grinning down at me.
“ The bell rung while you were zoned out” he said chuckling slightly to himself. “ What class do you have next?”
“ Torture” I stated simply. I noticed his grin widening and I couldn't help but inwardly sigh this could mean only one thing.
“ That’s my next class too,” he stated excitedly before clasping my hand in his and literally tugging me down the hall to the next class. Once we arrived at the next class I took my arm out of his grasp and rubbed the red spot tenderly. I looked around and noticed the pale-faced figures chained to the walls. I grinned maliciously at the bodies. Moving forward I took my seat next to my favourite body. Brendon followed soon after. I guess I had a new friend wether I liked it or not.
I looked to the front of the class and waited eagerly for the lesson to begin.
The teacher was taking an age to arrive and tapped my fingers against the death in annoyance I wanted to get to work and figure out which was the best way to make my body scream.
At that moment the door opened and a dark man with long black hair walked in he grinned evilly at the class and simply said.
“ Alright class now pick your vampire.”
I saw the black gates looming just a head, behind the sharp killer pointed fence lay a giant black foreboding mansion. Could this place get anymore cliché? Everything here was quiet everyone was in class learning the subject that I would soon be joining them in.
As the car came to a halt I walked out and angrily pulled at the ridiculously short skirt that was required as the school uniform. With a last sigh of defeat I left the plaid skirt be.
Trudging a head glaring at everything in my way, I really did not want to be here. I approached the large oak door (one again cliché) and opened it and headed in ignoring the angry looks I was receiving from the other people in this meeting. I walked straight to the man at the front and looked him dead in the eye.
“ Well I am here” I said in a monotonous voice my face blank though on the inside I was mentally strangling this man.
“ Cassandra I am busy” he growled out, I just stared at him blankly.
“ Well if you give me my schedule and dorm number I will be out of the way then wouldn’t I,” I stated matter of factly. I hid my smirked behind my long fringe as I saw him sigh in utter annoyance and shoot another glare my way.
“ Fine here it is now go away,” he hissed at me. I grinned evilly.
“ Why thankyou Mr Nerimak” I said and left with a small wave. Outside of the office I paused to have a look at my first class. Archery. Well this should be interesting.
I arrived at the backfield and ignored all of the other students and walked to the front and stopped in front of the teacher disrupting the entire class. The teacher looked at me with an exasperated look.
“ I have heard of you” she sighed before continuing. “ Pick up a bow and arrow and get in line Miss Cornwell.”
I nodded and went and picked up my bow and arrow and got into line behind a young boy with brown hair in a rugged close to his face style. If reach just to his chin he had gorgeous entrancing brown eyes and delicate pale skin. He stood at about 5,8 two inches taller than me because I stand at 5,6. I watched as he turned to me a grinned childishly, and I will even admit cutely.
“ Hi I am Brendon Urie” he said grinning gripping my hand from his lazy placement dangling at my side. Blinking in slight shock from the abrupt introduction I gripped his hand slightly in return.
“ Cassandra Cornwell” I replied studying the boy before me. He seemed to find my response encouraging and grinned at me.
“ Your new right would you like me to show you to your classes and around the campus” he gushed grinning.
“Alright” I replied then watched as it was his turn at the bullseye and watched as he became serious for a split second long enough to take aim and fire his arrow, I watched as it spiralled through the air and dug itself into the red dot in the centre of the bullseye. I stood slightly stunned then watched as he reverted back into his hyperactive self and seemed to almost dance back to the end of the line.
I blinked in confusion before stepping forward and taking aim. I closed my eyes and in my mind I pictured what I wanted it to hit then opened my eyes, which were now a startling purple. Releasing the arrow I watched it spiral then saw through the bullseye leaving behind it a small hole almost like a peephole. I turned around to see all of the other students staring at me with a mixture of fear and shock. I walked past them silently and then returned to the back of the line where the Brendon kid stood. He grinned at me as I came by him before clapping me on the back.
“ Well done that was really impressive’ he said grinning. I just nodded my reply and looked over into the distance focusing in on my surroundings. I looked and saw that further down the way in the grass area people were sparring with real glinting silver swords. I studied the movements of the people to see what competition I faced. It wasn’t that much in all honesty. I sighed before returning my focus to the school itself. It was an old rustic mansion with large entangled vines coating the sides. It looked like the typical house in a really bad horror movie that lacked all originality.
My attention was brought back to the place in front of me when I noticed a pale hand waving in front of my face I looked up to see Brendon grinning down at me.
“ The bell rung while you were zoned out” he said chuckling slightly to himself. “ What class do you have next?”
“ Torture” I stated simply. I noticed his grin widening and I couldn't help but inwardly sigh this could mean only one thing.
“ That’s my next class too,” he stated excitedly before clasping my hand in his and literally tugging me down the hall to the next class. Once we arrived at the next class I took my arm out of his grasp and rubbed the red spot tenderly. I looked around and noticed the pale-faced figures chained to the walls. I grinned maliciously at the bodies. Moving forward I took my seat next to my favourite body. Brendon followed soon after. I guess I had a new friend wether I liked it or not.
I looked to the front of the class and waited eagerly for the lesson to begin.
The teacher was taking an age to arrive and tapped my fingers against the death in annoyance I wanted to get to work and figure out which was the best way to make my body scream.
At that moment the door opened and a dark man with long black hair walked in he grinned evilly at the class and simply said.
“ Alright class now pick your vampire.”
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