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Luther Academy.

Novel By: BrokenMemor1es

Olivia Saunders is a 17 year old orphan. Shes a girl who loves Snakes and isnt afraid to do something. Shes also the girl who found her parents. Her mother. Overdosed on drugs when she was 11. Her father. Murdered when she was 16. She found his body. Now Olivia is forced to go to a boarding school. Luther Academy. What will she find there? And what secrets will be revealed? Find out in Luther Academy. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Sep 1, 2011    Reads: 49    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

"Why do I have to go to some stupid boarding school anyway?" I grumbled as we walked through the doors.

"Because Olivia, it'll be good for you." My social worker -Lisa- told me making me glare at her as we walked.

"Oh hello!" We stopped as a young woman -looking to be in her 20's- stopped in front of us smiling.

"Ah hello I'm Lisa Smith. This is Olivia Saunder's" Lisa introduced us and the woman smiled at me.

"Ah yes the new student! Hello I'm Miss West. Here's your schedule. Your bags are in your room. If you go up the stairs and go straight down three corridors then take a left and your room is the third on down on your right." She told me and I nodded making my way up the stairs.

"Um. Thanks." I turned my head and she smiled at me before leading Lisa away. I shrugged and kept walking to find my dorm room. When I reached it I opened the door and saw a girl with her back facing me, her straight black hair sweeping to the middle of her back as she unpacked her suitcase.

"Uh hello." I greeted as I closed the door and she looked up turning a smile on her face.

"Oh hi! You must be the new student and my new room mate! It's nice to meet you. I'm Lane." She introduced and I smiled at her.

"Olivia. But you can call me Olly." I told her and she smiled.

"Gotcha. So how'd you get into the school?" She asked and I opened my suitcase turning to look at her.

"My social worker told me it'd be good for me. She forced me here." I answered her question and she nodded.

"Wow. Most people have to take the entrance exam which is really hard. You have to be a genius to pass it. Most of the students here brought there way into the school." She told me and I nodded looking her up and down. She seemed normal.

"And how did you get into the school?" I asked her and she smiled at me.

"Oh me? I got here by scholarship. My mom sent in some of my artwork." She told me and a big smile appeared on my face.

"We are going to be great friends." I told her and she smiled.

"Your into art?" She asked and I nodded.

"Always have a pencil and a sketchpad with me." I admitted and she smiled widely at me.

"Okay. We are going to be best friends." She said and we laughed.

"So we should probably get dressed. The dinner here is always a little fancy. Casual yet nice." She told me and I nodded. I changed into some black distressed skinny jeans, a grey burnout tank top, a locket my mom and dad gave me when I was three, a dark grey hoodie, some old red muddy converses and a snake bracelet.

"Oh you look pretty." Lane complimented me and I looked her over, some black/grey skinny jeans, a simple long sleeved black top,a dark grey hoodie and some old green converses. We smiled at each other as we walked out and to the food hall side by side getting to know each other.

"So. You found your mom and you dad's bodies?" She asked upset for me.

"Yeah. I never even knew my mom was taking herion. But then she OD'd on it and I found her in the bathroom with the used needle beside her." I replied and she looked at me sadly.

"That must've been... Awful." She said and I nodded as we walked into the hall.

"Yeah it messed me up pretty badly. Although I think finding my dad was the worst since I was a daddy's girl." I told her and she nodded as we sat down. I took a napkin and whipped out a pen beginning to sketch.

"You really weren't joking" She observed and I nodded looking up at her.

"Art is basically the only way I can express my feelings. I'm more of a suffer in silence kind of person but with art I can just show how I'm feeling through my work. And... Who's that?" I asked and she followed my gaze to a girl who had blonde hair in a sharp bob, wore a short skirt with a long sleeved top on and a scowl on her face.

"Oh. That is Payton. She's obviously the queen bee of the school. She knows everyone. Knows every secret. And doesn't care who she hurts when she dishes them." She told me and we watched as she walked up to three boys and looked like she was yelling at them.

"Okay. Who're they?" I asked my gaze trained on the guy in the middle who was obviously the leader, his dark chocolate brown curls framed his face and he was just perfection.

"Oh. That's Fraser. Nobody knows whether to fear him or love him. Everyone's obsessed with him. And they don't care if they show it. He only hangs with two gys though. On the right of him. That's Emmett. And on the left that's Damon. Their the populars too." She told me and I nodded.

"Huh." I replied before a blood curdling scream ripped through the hall.


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