Hope Academy
Here's a new story I'm starting to write, everyone. Hope you like it so far;D It's about a girl named Luna Annunziato and her brother, Tobias, who join this Academy after their parents are murdered. I can't tell you what type of Academy it is yet, but all I can say is that Portia, her roommate, is annoying and that there's a LOT going on around Hope Academy even before school starts.
Hey, readers/writers, this is a new story I'm writing ;D Don't worry, I'll still be writing A Bloodie Rose, but I'm writing this on top of ot and don't be surprised if I post this story more often than the other one, because I'm enjoying this one a LOT already :D
<3 Little Shrimpy!!!
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I silently brushed my fingers along the polished oak of the frame of my newly ordered and transported bed. It was queen-sized for extra comfort and room, since I tossed and turned in my sleep most of the time due to the nightmares which inhabited my sub-conscious mind. I released all of my muscles, causing my body to drop backwards onto the blue, cotton sheets lining my bed, with a sigh of exhaustion. I had just moved into my dorm today and unpacked all of my clothing, accessories, decorations, and other personal items.
I was so tired and it was only five. I hadn't eaten much all day-for breakfast I had chomped down on a few baby carrots on my way as I vigorously drove through the rain on a hot summer day towards the university, readying myself for the next four years of a high school trade school, which was not preparing us to get jobs straight out of school-it was preparing us to go onto college and pursue the subject this school taught. I didn't really understand why they called it a university when it was a high school boarding school, but these people were strange-I had known that.
I was a freshman at this school, so I was just beginning to learn about this subject. I had never had interest in it until my, both of my parents had been... Murdered while my older brother and I were playing a midnight game of hide and seek. I remember the whole night so translucently; it feels as if it were yesterday.
"Found you, Tobias!" I cheerily called to my brother. He gloomily crawled out of the cardboard box resting on the rickety attic floor; he had always been an enormous sore loser-and a sore winner at that.
"Aw, man. No fair! There's nowhere big enough for me to hide up here!" He groaned.
"Well, we can't go downstairs and play or Mom and Dad will wake up and put us back to sleep."
"I know that; I'm not stupid, Lulu," he replied.
"So, stop complaining and just play!" I yelled, though not loud enough for our parents to hear in the master bedroom on the floor below us.
"Okay," he replied with a sigh as he retreated to the corner of the attic, turning to face the wall, and count to ten.
I raced to an ancient, dusty wardrobe on the other end of the attic and I slipped inside of it. I remained motionless as I heard Tobias say ten and I heard his footsteps wander throughout the attic. I barely breathed the entire time-I was always anxious during hide and seek; whenever someone found me, they always scared me, especially Tobias. Finally, after about five minutes, the wardrobe door swung open, Tobias standing there with a look of fear and panic on his face.
"Toby, are you okay?" I gasped. What was wrong with him? He looked as if he had just seen a ghost.
"Sh," he cautioned, bringing his index finger to his lips, "Don't be so loud."
"What is it?" I whispered.
"I could have sworn I just heard Mom scream..." My eyes popped open wider in fear.
"Wh-what do you think is going on?" I whispered, tears welling up behind my eyelids.
"I don't know, but I do know that we need to stay up here, remain silent, and hide, definitely hide."
"O-okay," I stuttered, frightened out of my mind. Tobias climbed into the wardrobe with me and silently closed the large, heavy oak doors. I began to shake; I was petrified. What if someone had broken in? What if they had a gun? What if they killed Mom and Dad? My head spun as a million what ifs filled up my mind.
"Relax, Luna; it's going to be okay. As long as I'm here, nothing bad will happen to you-ever," Tobias whispered to me within the confines of the wardrobe. He gently wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest and I, in turn, wrapped my arms around his rib cage. I silently sobbed into his chest, choking back any loud cries. "Come on, Sweetheart, it's going to be okay. I'm here. Everything will be alright."
"What if..." I tried to ask what if Mom and Dad had been harmed or killed, but I stopped speaking since I was still crying and it made my voice echo through my ears.
"Don't worry about it. All that matters is that we are okay-this is what Mom and Dad would want us to do. They wouldn't want us to go looking for them-they'd want us to stay here," he replied, stroking the back of my head, my hair, with one hand as the other tightly, yet gently, gripped my waist, "Everything will be just fine."
Everything else went by in a blur. We stood in the wardrobe for the longest time, bored, hungry, and thirsty. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the doors had opened and a kind, yet somewhat grieving, police officer led us out. He brought us down the attic stairs and outside into the blistering cold weather. They had informed us that a man and woman who were listed on the FBI's most wanted list had broken into our house by smashing the first floor window and climbing through it. Then, they shoved bags and bags of our expensive personal possessions and then our parents had come downstairs to find them, so they brutally murdered them. My brother and I had been orphaned by two horrid people. I promised myself I'd make them pay one day, but my brother had scolded me for keeping vengeance and he instructed me that revenge was never the answer, though I knew that deep inside his heart, he wanted revenge as much as I did.
So, a few years later-this year-after much grieving over their terrible, unfortunate death, I had sent myself here, to The University-where my brother, Tobias had been enrolled for the past three years and this was his last year in the lower class men division of the school; next he would move to the college level of the subject studied here.
I was brought out of my thoughts by the loud creak of the door to my dorm room. I figured it must be a roommate, so I just remained lying on my back on the cushy, soft sheets of my bed.
"You must be my roommate," I heard a rather airy, yet snobbish female voice convey to me.
"I believe so," I said, slowly placing my palms on the sheets and propelling myself up to a sitting position at the end of the bed, just before the foot board. Standing in front of my eyes was a rather beautiful girl with greasy, spiral-curled, slate hair which hung to just below her shoulders and had rather large, apple-colored eyes. She had skin so tan that she appeared to be from Florida or somewhere else with high temperatures that would cause a natural tan. She was intensely skinny and she was slightly taller than the average high school girl. She was wearing a low-cut, V-neck shirt with short sleeves, the color of blood and denim shorts with frayed tips on the legs-obviously done on purpose-with black leggings underneath, which I found rather strange, and a pair of bleach-white, perfectly clean, Nikes.
"Well, I'm Portia," she said, looking rather snobbishly at me, scrunching up her nose, showing her disgust of having me as a roommate.
"Good for you," I mumbled, annoyed by her already, though I didn't even know her.
"And you are?" she asked, irritation coloring her tone, and I realized she had a faint southern accent.
"Luna," I said, venom echoing throughout my words.
"Luna? Luna what?" she asked, excitement coursing through her voice.
"Annunziato." She gasped, half giggling.
"Is you're brother...?" I cut her off.
"Tobias Annunziato? Yeah," I replied, already knowing where this was going. She was going to want to be best friends with me so she could get to my older brother. Well, sorry to break it to you, but he isn't interested in freshman sluts that are snobs to his little sister.
"Oh my god!" she squeaked, words slurred together.
"What?" I asked, playing along as if I didn't have any idea of how all the girls always crushed on my brother.
"Sorry if you get mad at me for saying this, but he's so hot!"
"Yeah, I've heard it plenty; it doesn't really bother me much anymore," I replied, with a shrug.
"Ah, I see..." she trailed off as she walked back over to the door and piled three cardboard boxes, which had been on the floor, into her arms and dropping them down onto a bed opposite of me. She ripped off the tape and began pulling out her possessions and decorating her region of the room.
"Do you know who else is moving in here with us?" I asked.
"Yeah," she replied, stuffing clothes into the drawers which were built into the bottom frame of her bed, "Her name's Meghan Winston, I reckon."
"Ah, I see," I replied, fighting back a snicker at the phrase, I reckon; I wasn't used to that accent yet. "Well, I promised Toby I'd go see him after I was all settled in, so if she gets here while I'm gone, tell Meghan I said hi," I added, as I lightly bounced off the bed and headed towards the door.
"Oh!" she squeaked, "You're going to see him? Can I come?"
"Uh..." I didn't know what to say. I didn't like her, but I was too kind to flat out say no, but she didn't give me the chance to come up with an excuse.
"Oh, no, never mind. Don't worry about it; you want some quality time with your brother-I can tell. I guess I'll tag along some other time. Have fun," she perked up.
"Okay," I replied, relieved she wasn't going to stress me out by coming and making me look at that snobby, stuck-up face while I headed to the dorm and hung out with Toby.
I silently slipped out of the room and down the hall. I had a second floor dorm, since I had developed an enormous fear for sleeping down on the first floor due to when the two people had broken into our house.
I climbed down the flight of stairs, which rested at the end of the hall, and through the set of glass exit doors at the bottom.
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I tapped loudly on the cream-colored door to my brother's dorm on the east campus-the same as mine. The door quickly swung open and Tobias was standing in the threshold.
"Hey, baby sister," he said with a smirk.
"Hi, Toby," I said throwing myself into his arms for a hug. He tightly squeezed me, obviously worried, though I was only two minutes away on the campus.
<3 Little Shrimpy!!!
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I silently brushed my fingers along the polished oak of the frame of my newly ordered and transported bed. It was queen-sized for extra comfort and room, since I tossed and turned in my sleep most of the time due to the nightmares which inhabited my sub-conscious mind. I released all of my muscles, causing my body to drop backwards onto the blue, cotton sheets lining my bed, with a sigh of exhaustion. I had just moved into my dorm today and unpacked all of my clothing, accessories, decorations, and other personal items.
I was so tired and it was only five. I hadn't eaten much all day-for breakfast I had chomped down on a few baby carrots on my way as I vigorously drove through the rain on a hot summer day towards the university, readying myself for the next four years of a high school trade school, which was not preparing us to get jobs straight out of school-it was preparing us to go onto college and pursue the subject this school taught. I didn't really understand why they called it a university when it was a high school boarding school, but these people were strange-I had known that.
I was a freshman at this school, so I was just beginning to learn about this subject. I had never had interest in it until my, both of my parents had been... Murdered while my older brother and I were playing a midnight game of hide and seek. I remember the whole night so translucently; it feels as if it were yesterday.
"Found you, Tobias!" I cheerily called to my brother. He gloomily crawled out of the cardboard box resting on the rickety attic floor; he had always been an enormous sore loser-and a sore winner at that.
"Aw, man. No fair! There's nowhere big enough for me to hide up here!" He groaned.
"Well, we can't go downstairs and play or Mom and Dad will wake up and put us back to sleep."
"I know that; I'm not stupid, Lulu," he replied.
"So, stop complaining and just play!" I yelled, though not loud enough for our parents to hear in the master bedroom on the floor below us.
"Okay," he replied with a sigh as he retreated to the corner of the attic, turning to face the wall, and count to ten.
I raced to an ancient, dusty wardrobe on the other end of the attic and I slipped inside of it. I remained motionless as I heard Tobias say ten and I heard his footsteps wander throughout the attic. I barely breathed the entire time-I was always anxious during hide and seek; whenever someone found me, they always scared me, especially Tobias. Finally, after about five minutes, the wardrobe door swung open, Tobias standing there with a look of fear and panic on his face.
"Toby, are you okay?" I gasped. What was wrong with him? He looked as if he had just seen a ghost.
"Sh," he cautioned, bringing his index finger to his lips, "Don't be so loud."
"What is it?" I whispered.
"I could have sworn I just heard Mom scream..." My eyes popped open wider in fear.
"Wh-what do you think is going on?" I whispered, tears welling up behind my eyelids.
"I don't know, but I do know that we need to stay up here, remain silent, and hide, definitely hide."
"O-okay," I stuttered, frightened out of my mind. Tobias climbed into the wardrobe with me and silently closed the large, heavy oak doors. I began to shake; I was petrified. What if someone had broken in? What if they had a gun? What if they killed Mom and Dad? My head spun as a million what ifs filled up my mind.
"Relax, Luna; it's going to be okay. As long as I'm here, nothing bad will happen to you-ever," Tobias whispered to me within the confines of the wardrobe. He gently wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest and I, in turn, wrapped my arms around his rib cage. I silently sobbed into his chest, choking back any loud cries. "Come on, Sweetheart, it's going to be okay. I'm here. Everything will be alright."
"What if..." I tried to ask what if Mom and Dad had been harmed or killed, but I stopped speaking since I was still crying and it made my voice echo through my ears.
"Don't worry about it. All that matters is that we are okay-this is what Mom and Dad would want us to do. They wouldn't want us to go looking for them-they'd want us to stay here," he replied, stroking the back of my head, my hair, with one hand as the other tightly, yet gently, gripped my waist, "Everything will be just fine."
Everything else went by in a blur. We stood in the wardrobe for the longest time, bored, hungry, and thirsty. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the doors had opened and a kind, yet somewhat grieving, police officer led us out. He brought us down the attic stairs and outside into the blistering cold weather. They had informed us that a man and woman who were listed on the FBI's most wanted list had broken into our house by smashing the first floor window and climbing through it. Then, they shoved bags and bags of our expensive personal possessions and then our parents had come downstairs to find them, so they brutally murdered them. My brother and I had been orphaned by two horrid people. I promised myself I'd make them pay one day, but my brother had scolded me for keeping vengeance and he instructed me that revenge was never the answer, though I knew that deep inside his heart, he wanted revenge as much as I did.
So, a few years later-this year-after much grieving over their terrible, unfortunate death, I had sent myself here, to The University-where my brother, Tobias had been enrolled for the past three years and this was his last year in the lower class men division of the school; next he would move to the college level of the subject studied here.
I was brought out of my thoughts by the loud creak of the door to my dorm room. I figured it must be a roommate, so I just remained lying on my back on the cushy, soft sheets of my bed.
"You must be my roommate," I heard a rather airy, yet snobbish female voice convey to me.
"I believe so," I said, slowly placing my palms on the sheets and propelling myself up to a sitting position at the end of the bed, just before the foot board. Standing in front of my eyes was a rather beautiful girl with greasy, spiral-curled, slate hair which hung to just below her shoulders and had rather large, apple-colored eyes. She had skin so tan that she appeared to be from Florida or somewhere else with high temperatures that would cause a natural tan. She was intensely skinny and she was slightly taller than the average high school girl. She was wearing a low-cut, V-neck shirt with short sleeves, the color of blood and denim shorts with frayed tips on the legs-obviously done on purpose-with black leggings underneath, which I found rather strange, and a pair of bleach-white, perfectly clean, Nikes.
"Well, I'm Portia," she said, looking rather snobbishly at me, scrunching up her nose, showing her disgust of having me as a roommate.
"Good for you," I mumbled, annoyed by her already, though I didn't even know her.
"And you are?" she asked, irritation coloring her tone, and I realized she had a faint southern accent.
"Luna," I said, venom echoing throughout my words.
"Luna? Luna what?" she asked, excitement coursing through her voice.
"Annunziato." She gasped, half giggling.
"Is you're brother...?" I cut her off.
"Tobias Annunziato? Yeah," I replied, already knowing where this was going. She was going to want to be best friends with me so she could get to my older brother. Well, sorry to break it to you, but he isn't interested in freshman sluts that are snobs to his little sister.
"Oh my god!" she squeaked, words slurred together.
"What?" I asked, playing along as if I didn't have any idea of how all the girls always crushed on my brother.
"Sorry if you get mad at me for saying this, but he's so hot!"
"Yeah, I've heard it plenty; it doesn't really bother me much anymore," I replied, with a shrug.
"Ah, I see..." she trailed off as she walked back over to the door and piled three cardboard boxes, which had been on the floor, into her arms and dropping them down onto a bed opposite of me. She ripped off the tape and began pulling out her possessions and decorating her region of the room.
"Do you know who else is moving in here with us?" I asked.
"Yeah," she replied, stuffing clothes into the drawers which were built into the bottom frame of her bed, "Her name's Meghan Winston, I reckon."
"Ah, I see," I replied, fighting back a snicker at the phrase, I reckon; I wasn't used to that accent yet. "Well, I promised Toby I'd go see him after I was all settled in, so if she gets here while I'm gone, tell Meghan I said hi," I added, as I lightly bounced off the bed and headed towards the door.
"Oh!" she squeaked, "You're going to see him? Can I come?"
"Uh..." I didn't know what to say. I didn't like her, but I was too kind to flat out say no, but she didn't give me the chance to come up with an excuse.
"Oh, no, never mind. Don't worry about it; you want some quality time with your brother-I can tell. I guess I'll tag along some other time. Have fun," she perked up.
"Okay," I replied, relieved she wasn't going to stress me out by coming and making me look at that snobby, stuck-up face while I headed to the dorm and hung out with Toby.
I silently slipped out of the room and down the hall. I had a second floor dorm, since I had developed an enormous fear for sleeping down on the first floor due to when the two people had broken into our house.
I climbed down the flight of stairs, which rested at the end of the hall, and through the set of glass exit doors at the bottom.
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I tapped loudly on the cream-colored door to my brother's dorm on the east campus-the same as mine. The door quickly swung open and Tobias was standing in the threshold.
"Hey, baby sister," he said with a smirk.
"Hi, Toby," I said throwing myself into his arms for a hug. He tightly squeezed me, obviously worried, though I was only two minutes away on the campus.
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