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Write about someone who’s been sent to boarding school.

Posted in Novel on Oct 26, 2022

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A Home Away From Home

Submitted to Contest #64

When Uncle Dave lifted me off the plane and set me on the ground, heat waves greeted me, radiating up my legs. It took me a minute to get my balance. After two and a half hours of sitting in twin engine plane, buckled up with my sister, Becci, and squished into the tail of the plane with two other gals, my legs were cramping. I could smell tar and gasoline, comforting smells, reminding me of home. The airstrip at home is made of tar, and I used to rub my hands in the cool gasoline when Daddy filled up the Volkswagen van. Uncle Frank met us...

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The Knights of Osculum High

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"I just hate burdening your staff with him. He has become so difficult since his --," Mr. Forrester leans forward pushing up on the bridge of his glasses and covers his mouth with a hand, "-- a certain Grandmother Willow passed away," says Mr. Forrester as he retreats to his perfect posture.Cole, his mouth in awe, follows his father's posture to its unbelievable position, "I'm right here.""I see," says Dean Fafnir as she leans forward and opens a manilla folder and pulls from it a packet.She flips through a few pages as Cole roll's his eyes....

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Interspecies Academy of Peace

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The Interspecies Academy of Peace is a boarding school established in order to achieve unity amongst the different species of the earth. It took many years for the idea to become a reality. There were too many conflicts concerning humans, vampires, werewolves, fairies, aquatic folk, dwarves, and elves. Most were afraid of the other species resulting in random wars over the simplest of reasons. A blood drinking vampire fed from a human official’s daughter, this resulted in the official sending assassins to a village and killing vampires who d...

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While the Roses Bloom

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The first thing that I recall when I think about the boarding school is that I had no memory of arriving there. I awoke, as if from a dream, to find myself standing completely alone on the vast stone steps leading up to the heavy wooden double doors. A vague memory of Papa yelling something at me faded to the back of my mind, and was gone before I could really grasp it. From where I stood at that moment, I could see directly below me, a rose garden. Roses of all colours seemed to be in bloom, and the path between the beds lead to a lake. Bey...

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The Henderson Manor

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It was a raw, cold afternoon and the wind was squally and unpredictable. The moors and woodland surrounding us were revealing autumn's swift approach. I watched through my carriage window as leaves of every shade of crimson swirled up and around the tall trees around us, casting invisible spirals stretching far up into the sky before retreating slowly to the ground, as if taking their final breath. We were moving fast. I cannot remember how long we'd been travelling, a number of days certainly, but the journey was so long and arduous ...

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Prep School

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September 3, 1914. Braithwaite Academy loomed over the town of Rearden like castle. It sat high on a hill, dominating the foliage below with its stoney exterior and old-world buttresses. Long ago, it was the estate of a wealthy Dutchman. He’d built his manor for himself and his mistress, Hanneke Rier. In the cold walls, the Dutchman and Hanneke could trade the prowling eyes and responsibilities of New Amsterdam for sensual privacy. This was a truth unacknowledged by Braithwaite Academy; they ignored this narrative as it did not fit into thei...

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Glass Coke Bottle

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The grass has yet to grow over my father’s grave before my stepmother is on the phone making arrangements for me. I can’t say I am surprised or that I blame her. I never made it easy for her. Her ice-cold shoulder was all I was blessed with. Her presence froze my skin and my mood quickly followed into the tundra. Unlike the warm cozy blanket I used to feel from my mother’s company. Those two women were as different as mud and water. “Just give her grace dear,” my mother said to me when my father introduced this ...

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Mrs. Rangle’s Boarding School for Young Girls

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It was a marvelous October morning, and the Basiels were having their usual breakfast. Rachel Basiel, who was the eldest of the three children and also quite a pessimist, always believed it would be a horrid day. Mr. Basiel was ripping open an important envelope addressed to him when he accidentally knocked over his mug of warm water. Other than those unfortunate events, the morning had been off to a fine start. Mrs. Basiel, a delicate woman, daintily sipped her morning tea and smiled, watching her children. She was happy that she had such w...

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Captured

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    As I walked inside my house, I saw my parents and some kind of military figure standing in our living room. I had no idea who it was but something felt off about the whole situation .  “ What is going on here? Who’s this Guy?” “Emery this is Sergeant Carter, We had him over for dinner the other night while you stayed at your friend’s house, and we talked about sending you to boarding school”   My heart dropped to my feet, I stood there frozen, I started to feel dizzy and fell to the ground. “It's time to i...

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The Thief's Pyre

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When he looked his father in the face, Darragh wanted to disappear. Odhran Lynch was six-foot-two, dark-haired and hazel-eyed, with the broad, muscled frame of a farmer, and though he bore a name that was not Trase, he blended remarkably well. Still, he was not. And still, he pretended. At least his mother dressed it up some, wore the charming determination that came with her name. Aoife Trase - she had not taken her husband’s name - rested a strong hand on her son’s shoulder and shook him once, gently. At only 14, Darragh Trase stood thre...

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Admissions

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We were practicing for the game. We practiced daily after school! I had volunteered to bring sports back to our school, because of the lack of funding in our school, sports and art classes were discontinued. Some of us who needed an extra push in order to thrive, felt that we needed to take the matter in our own hands. There I was an unknown Junior walking to the principals office to ask for permission to solicit business and neighborhood clubs for funding. He, at first laughed at me and said: "What about the C grade that you got in Math? A...

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The Footsteps

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“So my father just remarried. And shockingly my step-mother is not so fond of me. And I guess neither is my father, because he agreed to send me away, to a far away, white, rich all male boarding school. It’s such a fucking cliche, that’s almost embarrassing.” My roommate laughed and smiled. He had a cute smile and kind eyes. A rarity at this school as I had come to find out. “Yep. That is pretty much everyone’s story here.” “I bet” is all I said as I looked down at my hands. This was shit. I wanted my old life back. I missed my mum, terribl...

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Unexpected News

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“Mom come on, you have got to be kidding me  “Emily, you’ve left me with no choice. You don’t seem to listen, you’ve had a lot of chances”  “But Mom you can’t send me to a place like that, I’ll be with stuck up brats”  “Language Emily, maybe that’ll teach you a lesson. That’s final I’ve talked to your father already about this. Start packing you’ll be leaving in two days” “WHAT” My name is Emily, and I’m 17 years old. I live with my mum and dad and as you can see she’s sending me off to a boarding school. How this ha...

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Here and There a Dead Moth

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A pastor in a raincoat and umbrellas huddled together for warmth. This is the scene in early November. Wind out of the north, stumbling south, spitting cold rain into the face of the midwest the whole trip through. Shivering car engines tick down the seconds as loved ones trample wet grass towards the hole dug into the center of a decomposing township. They can’t wait to get out of there any more than the dead couldn’t wait to get in. This is the way the chill dances through a crowd, tickling exposed skin where layering up wasn’t d...

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