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Princes Academy

Novel By: RazzleColaYing
Young adult

A lame novel following several lame teenagers through their boarding-school life. There is no actual plot climax, but I just thought it would be fun to write some Chick Lit once in a while. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Dec 3, 2008    Reads: 164    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

For several generations in my family, every child has attended Princes Academy; it was like a tradition. So, my parents enrolled me here, and that's why, at this very moment, I am hauling a large suitcase of my belongings up the 7 flights of stairs to my boarding room. Princes Academy is a very elite boarding school, and every student has a single room, except in 3rd year (equivalent to Year 9 or Ninth Grade), where we have a 'shared room experience'. This is the story of my life at Princes Acad.

The large suitcase of mine, was only a quarter of what was already up at my room, in boxes and boxes of sorted (and unsorted) junk. Most of it was shipped here before me. Princes Academy was made of three main buildings. The first building is a 4 levelled school building, where the students learn and have classes. The other two, are the boys and the girls dormitories, linked by a two-levelled building; the dining hall and common room on one level, and the foyer in the lower.

Ah, my room! 121! Finally! I can put down my heavy XL suitcase! I quickly realised that there is one bathroom per two rooms, which had an entrance at either side. The rooms were quite interesting. They were rather small, and the bed had wheels on it. There was a simple desk, four simple power plugs, a small wardrobe and a bedside table. Overall, it was cosy, and my room was situated on the pretty side of the building; when I looked out, I saw the school oval and the picturesque trees that surrounded it. It was also on the side of the building that didn't face the sun, so I'd be feeling cooler during summer and even colder in winter (which suits me fine).

As I said before, Princes Academy was a very elite and posh boarding school, and at first, I felt quite out of place. I didn't know anybody except my cousin, who spent most of his time at Student Rep Council meetings (he was in 6th year, equivalent to Year 12 or Twelfth Grade).

I attended a whole-school assembly at around 9 o'clock on that fateful first day, then all 1st years began unpacking, whilst other year levels resumed their schooling and classes. We were given two days to unpack and explore the schools grounds. Far more than I ever had. So we quickly got to it!

I brought as many of my favourite and unread books from home, and piled them onto a small bookshelf I had made in woodshop class at primary school. I was fascinated at the thought of leaving my mum, dad, sister, brother, grandma, grandpa, cousins, second cousins, aunts, uncles and other relations for a WHOLE year, before revisiting them during the summer. Anna, Ben, Hugo and Sophie, my best friends from primary school were all probably enjoying their last days of summer holidays before attending the local public high school.

Packing my wardrobe, pulling stationery in and out of boxes and into drawers and pencilcases, shoving things here and there, pulling the bed sheets onto the bed (I brought my favourite red ones) and tacking pictures and posters up on my wall were only some of the things I had to do. This was a very important task, as I was to stay here for the majority of the year ahead. Nearly everything in the room had wheels attached to it, so it was quite some fun wheeling things here and there.

At around 4 o'clock, I collapsed on my newly cleaned bed inside my newly cleaned room(I vacuumed, dusted and wiped my room), pulled out a book (which happened to be Alice's Adventures in Wonderland), and began to read.

At 6.15pm sharp, a bell rang. I checked my timetable (which I had tacked up on my wardrobe) for what was going on. Dinner.

It was as if a stampede of elephants was walking past my room door, and I poked my head outside. It WAS a stampede- a stampede of girls headed for the dining hall. I noticed there was another head poking out of a door. Another girl in the room that shared a bathroom with me.

"Hello," she said, noticing me, "Do you know what this stampede is all about? I've lost my timetable, and if this is a fire or some emergency, we should really hurry!"

"No, I think it's the rush of girls for dinner," I stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh. Well, in that case, should we go then?" she asked. "My name is Zoe, by the way. What's yours?"

"Natasha. I live next door to you. I think we share a bathroom?" I smiled.


We headed to the dining hall where we had semi-scrumptious food, the headed back to our rooms.

Zoe decided to camp out in my room (it was a bit of a shquish) till tomorrow morning, when we decided to explore the school grounds together.

<-- Princes Academy Front Building (found this image on google; it isn't actually Princes Academy; just what I thought it should look like)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The picture above and the picture on the front cover are different; both are how I picture Princes Academy.


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