The New Girl - Part Two of The Academy Series

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
The school year has just completed it's first full week. That next Monday, a new girl enrolled and her relations to the school's former rival are making it hard on her to feel welcome

Submitted: September 01, 2010

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The New Girl
Part Two of The Academy Series
 
Westminster Academy High School, located on the North Bank of the Thames, is one of the most prestigious private high schools in London with only 2,100 enrolled students and a legacy that goes back more than two and a half centuries. Its academic curriculum is ranked number one in England, followed only by Bridgewater Way High Association with whom they share a strong academic and athletic rivalry. In fact, their rivalry is so famous that the futbol and rugby games are normally televised nation-wide (with the Westminster Wolves winning in both sports as well as both championships by the end of the 2472 – 2473 school year).
 
In the early beginnings of the 2473 – 2474 school year, a week into the first semester, a young girl transferred from Bridgewater Way High in Manchester to Westminster Academy. Being a new girl, she instantly became the target of everyone’s attention especially since she transferred from the most hated secondary school that Westminster students loved to compete with.
 
Her father was the CEO of Gadsden Arms which was one of Britain’s exclusive weapons manufacturers, but after going international the company hit a peak never-before seen in its history. Due to the company’s excessive growth, he decided to move the company’s headquarters to London and being that father that he was, he wanted to give his daughter the best education possible. Where else could she go besides Westminster Academy?
 
Winona Helena Radcliffe enrolled into the 2473 – 2474 academic school year on August 28. Needless to say, the new atmosphere was rather shocking for her and it would take her a great deal of time before she stopped loathing going to her former rival school and finally growing a special attachment to it and the students around her. At first, most people avoided her with a mild neglect as if she were an unwanted guest or a stray dog.
 
Except a handful of people.
 
Roben Hawthorne, popular for his rather exceptionally advanced intelligence, couldn’t help but be fascinated by this young specimen. He took it upon himself to be sure she felt comfortable going to school there since one of the missions of Westminster was “to provide a friendly and welcoming academic atmosphere.” Or it could have just been the fact that he thought she was extremely cute. It wasn’t long before they became rather good friends.
 
Winona was a young fifteen year-old sophomore with mousy-brown hair that fell to her shoulders. Her physique was skinny to say the least. She was a rather light 95-pound girl which was lucky for Roben since the boys at Westminster tended to find girls who were that skinny a little too small for them. However, it was her eyes that captured his attention, a deep ocean blue that sparkled with her smile. Whenever he would talk with her, it felt as if he could get lost in that mysterious abyss.
 
And for once in his life, it seemed that he really did find someone he was willing to admit that he liked.
***
Winona couldn’t help but shudder at all the weird looks she was getting. She told her dad that wearing her yellow and white Bridgewater blouse was going to attract some seriously unwanted attention; he just made the excuse that he hadn’t quite had the time to purchase her new school’s colors yet (which were a highly contrasting black and red).
 
She felt like a freak!
 
On top of that, she was one of the clumsiest people on the planet and had already embarrassed herself when she tripped getting out of the car, spilling her books all over the school’s courtyard in front of dozens of watchful eyes. To add insult to injury, she happened to get a locker on the complete other side of the school from where her classes were, so getting to and from first period, lunch, and seventh period would be one hell of a struggle.
 
It was hard for her to look everybody in the eye when they looked back at her as if she was an alien, as a result she forced herself to look at her feet as embarrassing as it was. When she finally got to her locker, Winona stared straight into it so as not to see the other staring at her brightly-colored yellow blouse. Just as she was turning to leave for her first period, Winona was startled to see a guy standing right next to her.
 
She yelped in surprise, dropping her books in the process.
 
He looked sincere, repeating over and over again that he was sorry that he startled her. It wasn’t his objective to scare the living daylights out of her. Handing a geometry book to her, he finally introduced himself. “My bad, I wasn’t trying to scare you or anything. My name’s Roben. Roben Hawthorne.”
 
Winona nodded to him, watching a pair of girls go by who were staring directly at her clothes.
 
Roben smiled at her and she looked back at him. “Don’t worry about them. Those girls aren’t worth people’s time anyway.”
 
He was nice, but she still couldn’t help but keep her guard up. This guy could be leading her support, smiled, and went to her first period.
 
Roben Hawthorne. She’d heard a little about that name before. When she went to Bridgewater, the intellectual community there liked to mention their academic bowl and how good the Westminster Academy team was and somewhere along the lines of that conversation, Roben’s name was mentioned.
 
Winona went through the rest of the day, surprised to find out when she went home that she hadn’t paid as much attention to everyone’s outward glances then she thought she originally would, instead her mind had been on the really cute guy that she had briefly met at her locker, Roben.
 
He was decently tall, athletically built. He looked like a runner, like a track or cross country runner. He had very dark brown hair and sincerely brown eyes. Unlike most of the other guys there he didn’t fit in the category of either being a jock (too athletic) or a nerd (too focused on book smarts). Roben was the perfect example of a happy medium between the two, he was smart and good-looking at the same time.
 
That next morning (finally in her red blouse and black skirt) she found out where Roben’s locker was and decided to meet him there. Luckily for her, he was in the same hallway so it wasn’t as much of walk as she thought it would be. One thing that did surprise her about Westminster was that, unlike other schools, the lockers were separated by grade, but by where that student’s first period was (with the exception of her since she was a late enrollee).
 
Winona found him at his locker by himself, focused on some kind of drawing he was doing. After several intense minutes of observing him work, she built up enough confidence to say a meek ‘Hello.’
 
He looked up at her and smiled. “G’ morning.”
 
“I felt a bit improper yesterday.” Winona said with a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Winona Radcliffe.”
 
“No worries, Winona.” Roben responded as he got up. “You’re new here and I know how it is better than most. I transferred from Bexhill High School last year; you’d probably be surprised if I told you that the people here are a lot more welcoming then they might first seem!”
 
“If you don’t mind me asking, what were you drawing?”
 
“Oh that? If there’s anything you should know about me, I’m a major otaku. I love anime and there’s a character I always tend to draw, her name’s Sakura.”
 
Winona picked it up and looked at it. It was a very well-drawn. The detailing and proportioning were exquisite. She harbored a deep respect for people with that kind of talent. “It’s really good!”
 
“Thanks, not many people find it too interesting.”
 
“It’s really, really good.”
 
“I appreciate it!” Roben put his books down by his locker. “Have you toured the campus yet, Winona? Being the new girl and all?”
 
“Actually, I never really did... I was just sorta put here. And, feel free to just call me Winry.”
 
Roben smiled, “Well, there’s probably a lot here you’d find pretty cool. We’ve got a good fifteen or so minutes before class starts, how ‘bout it?”
 
“Sure. I don’t see why not!”


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