Edminston School for Young Ladies- Chapter 1

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A story I started in Creative Writing time in English at school, it's a story with no real climax point (so far) about a girl called Rosa Del Vere who starts at a posh girls' boarding school.

Submitted: May 28, 2008

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INTRODUCTION: FIRST IMPRESSION
On my first day at Edminston School For Young Ladies (known as Edminston Girls’ by the locals), I was shown around by Isadora Anniston, Head Girl and daughter of the Headmistress, Ms Elspeth Edminston. Ms Edminston is the great-great-great-granddaughter of the founder, Sir Henry Edminston. The school was founded in 1855, originally as an orphanage, Edminston Institution. I was sent here because of my globe-trotting parents, now probably on a flight to Chicago.
I went to wait in the Reception for my appointment with Ms Edminston. The history was on the wall.
“Rosa Del Vere?” I went in.
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DORMITORIES
After my meeting with the Headmistress, I met some of the girls in my dormitory. There was Emmeline Harrington, a shy girl of about 16, Dazelda Ingleston, a girl who had braces of about 17, Annica Christie, a tall, sporty girl who was 15, Rubie Dubois, a pretty French girl who was 16 and Gloriana Tiddlington, a horrible girl of 17. I was unfortunate enough to get into the same dormitory as Isadora Anniston, Head Girl with 18 years to her credit. And then there was me, plain, boring Rosa Del Vere, age 16. And then there was Freya. Freya Remington was 16 years old, and is certain to be Head Girl when she’s eighteen. She was perfect. She had long, waist-length golden hair, blue eyes and a perfect figure.
I didn’t approach anyone, as no-one likes to be approached by the new girl. Instead, I let them come to me. Rubie was the first. We talked about books, shops and movies. She liked sci-fi, I liked romance. The only sci-fi I will go near is Doctor Who, which she hates. She liked discount stores, I liked quality (expensive) department stores. She liked romantic comedy, I like drama. Definitely not “best friend” material. Then I talked to Emmeline. She was nice, but too quiet. No best friend there. I wanted to be friends with all of them, but I could only have one best friend. Annica came next, but all she wanted to talk about was sport. I hate sport. Dazelda already had a best friend, Gloriana. Isadora was two years older than me, and probably didn’t want to be friends with someone who was two years younger. The only person left was Freya. We talked about books, modelling and clothes. We had a lot in common. We both liked romance, both wanted to be a model when we were older and both loved Roxy. I thought she was perfect, but she wasn’t. Her father left her and her mother when she was two months old. Her mother was a fashion designer and spent most of her time travelling around the world looking for inspiration. She was sent to Edminston Girls’ as soon as she was old enough. Before that she had lived with her aunt, Millicent. I thought she was perfect, she thought I was perfect.
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FRIENDS
“What is perfect about me? I’ve got brown hair and green eyes. Not an agency’s idea of a perfect model,” I said.
“Well, 6 2 out of the 100 richest men in the world are married to brunettes,” said Freya.
“That’s ‘cos most of them are Indian. It’s a bit hard to find a blonde in India,” I said.
“That’s beside the point. You look so beautiful,” she said.
“I am not beautiful,” I said.
“Yes you are. Brunette, green eyes, a perfect tan-“
“That’s because I’ve got olive skin. I’m not tanned.”
“Olive skin is what agencies want. You look so Italian,” said Freya.
“That’s because I am. Well, my mum is.  I was born in Italy,” I said.
“Where’s your dad from?” asked Freya. Finally, a change of subject.
“Here,” I replied.
“What, this stupid little town?”
“No, but near here I think.”
“Why did your parents send you here?” asked Freya.
“Because they like to travel,” I said.
“You must get heaps of cool presents,” said Freya.
“No, this is their first trip,” I said.
“Oh, where are they going?”
“America,” I replied.
“Where in America?” she asked.
“Chicago, New York, Seattle,” I replied. “And other places.”
“Oh. Going to Europe anytime soon?” asked Freya.
“Yeah, but not Italy. Mum says she’s had enough of Italy for a lifetime.”
“Are you ever going to go with them?” asked Freya.
“When they go to France I’ll definitely go. I’ve always wanted to go.”
“So have I. What parts are you going to visit?”
“I want to visit Paris, Cannes, Dijon, everywhere,” I said.
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DINNER
At dinner I met some of the other girls. From the west dormitory were Elizabeth Harrington, Fiorella Lombardi, Alice Taylor, Felicity Davies, Daisie Smith, Madeleine Meyer, Sophie Donzella and Michelle Gonzalez, the Head of Dormitory. Each dormitory had a Head of Dormitory. Ours, the south dormitory, was Isadora Anniston.
 From the east dormitory were Isabella Demetrios, Angelina Hudson, Harriet Jones, Henrietta Saxon, Danielle Yana, Martine Rodriguez, Roxanne Williams, Annaliese Stephens and Jasmine White, the Head.
From the north dormitory were Katie Matthews, Hollie Stephenson, Sophia Price, Stephanie Johnson, Charlotta Donaldson, Anne Phillips, Anastasia and Jessica Miles and Eliza Swann, the Head.
Dinner was mice pie with salad and and chocolate pudding for dessert.


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