Part 2

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Chapter 2- Good news


Scanning the hall, I looked for the letter 'D' posted on the walls that were due a new coat of fresh paint. Once spotted, I reluctantly made my way to the table.


"Dawson" I murmured to the kind-faced old man from the office. My results were right on the top of the pile. The man (who I couldn't put a name to) handed me the folded piece of paper. I offered my biggest grin and walked away.


I found a nice private corner to look at my results. I faced the wall, incase of tears. As I opened the paper, I embraced myself for the worst possible outcome.


I scanned over the results, heart pounding painfully against my ribs, like a beast trying to break free from its confines. Only after looking over all of my results did I allow myself to breath. To smile. My grades were a mixture of As and Bs. Heck, I even had a few A*s. This would get me into a decent school.


I had now friend to speak of, so I decided to go back home. Mum wouldn't particularly celebrate my results. However nothing stopped me from celebrating all on my lonesome.


Before I had a chance to get out, The Head Mistress, Ms Davies summoned me to her office.


I knocked softly on the old wooden door.


"Come in" A singsong voice called out. I entered begrudgingly.


"You wanted to see me?" I asked quietly. I always tried to keep a low profile at school. I theorized that it was my getting detention that caused dad to get killed. So, I decided to not get on the wrong side of people, to prevent another unfortunate event.


"Yes" The Head smiled "Please, take a seat" I sat, keeping myself upright and trying not to slouch. Ms Davies continued talking.


"I have some excellent news for you !" She chirped.


"News?" I asked, confused.


"You have been offered a full scholarship to Evocate Academy!" Ms Davies practically beamed. I was taken aback. I didn't have brilliant grades. And yet I was offered a scholarship?


"I have never heard of that school"


She hesitated "To be honest, neither have I. But, they seem to have taken an interest in you"


"How? why?" I contained my excitement deep down. I did have my doubts. I wasn't a genius, I had no particular talents...


"I don't know, but they are insisting that it is essential that you enrol" Ms Davies opened a drawer in her desk. She pulled out a leaflet. The words 'Evocate Academy' was scrawled along the front page in some eerie font. There was a symbol underneath it. The symbol consisted of a circle and a star. A pentagram, I thought. I opened the leaflet. There was a picture of the school. It was an impressive gothic building, equipped with turrets and the like. The fact that it had a 100% success rate was the icing on the proverbial cake.


"So...what do you think?" Asked the Head.


Calmly, I replied "I accept" She squealed, I winced.


"Now, you better go home and tell your mother"


"Thank you, goodbye" I rushed out of the building and hopped on my bike. Putting pedal to the metal, I made it home in just five minutes.

Hello, I haven't written anything in ages, so I have decided to write a new story ^^ I hope it is to your liking.




Chapter 1 - Waiting


Beep Beep Beep


The sunlight burned through my paper thin curtains. My eyelids opened slightly as I turned to face my alarm clock.


7:30am


Groaning, I sat up and flung my legs over the side of the bed. When I attempted to stand, my vision became blurry and I got hit with a dizzy spell, forcing me back onto my bed. Five minutes later, I tried getting up again. This time, I succeeded. I stumbled down the stairs and followed the scent of bacon into the kitchen.


"Hello, Kira" My mum greeted me.


"Morning" I grumbled, groggy.


Tickle, our tom cat brushed against my legs. A pat on the head and he purred in satisfaction. I rolled my eyes as my mum served up breakfast.


Breakfast was always eaten in silence.


I studied my mother as we ate. She always looked perfect all the time. Her blond hair was always arranged into a neat ponytail and her makeup highlighted her beauty. Unfortunately, I inherited my dad's unruly copper curls and freckles, that made my skin looked mottled with dirt.


God, how I missed him.


I remember the day of his death as if it were yesterday. Two years ago, Dad was supposed to pick me up after a detention, although I do not remember the reason.  He was involved in an accident. I was there when he was announced dead at the hospital.


My mum had been distant ever since. She still talked to me, but she never went out of her way to care for me