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Redemption
Summary: Naomi is a rebel without cause; she doesn't follow rules o boundaries. After pushing her mother one step too far she is shipped off to boarding school in Scotland. How will she cope with the new rules, and better yet, her new redhead roommate?
Comments: Just so te are aware, the school Naomi is sent to is an 11-18 age school, Naomi and Emily are both 16 to begin, and 17 shortly into the story.
Rating: T for the language, and possibly M later on.
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Chapter one
Mile after mile of countryside. Mile after mile. For possibly the thousandth time, I turn to my mother and throw her another dirty look.
"You brought this on yourself, honey" I roll my eyes, and turn to look back out of the window to look at, te guessed it, più fucking countryside.
I'm like a pesce out of water when it comes to bloody trees, grass, fields... I'm used to buildings, pubs, clubs, drugs, alcohol! I haven't spotted anything resembling anything like that so far and we've been in this car for about four hours. "Nearly there" My mum announces all excitedly.
Typical of her, she gets excited at me getting dropped off at a school for the rest of the year, but she throws a shit fit at getting an escorted lift home from the police at 3am. To be fair though I was completely hammered, so much so that I woke up the successivo morning still hammered, with no recollection of how I got home, let alone how I was still alive after consuming copious amounts of alcohol and drugs.
Such a great night.
She finally stops the car outside what appears to be a huge mansion, the only clue that it is a school is the oro plated sign on the gate saying 'Sutherland's School for Girls'. "Fuck sake" I breathe against the window, steaming it up slightly.
I take in my surroundings, più trees, più green, but an old fashioned mansion with wooden sash windows, it doesn't look too big though, and that can only mean one thing; I have to share a room.
Being an only child, I am very much inept at the remote idea of sharing, let alone having to share my life, my room and possibly doccia and toilet with another human being, well that just makes me cringe.
I open the car door, it creaks as I get out, another reminder that this idea isn't simply my tight arse mother's, my grandparents paid for all this.
She practically skips round the car, opening the boot she takes out my bags and belongings. As soon as I slam the door I reach into my shoulder bag, grabbing my cigarettes, I look up to the dark and ominous sky, "Fuck sake" I say as I light the cancer stick.
I chuckle to myself as mother struggles to get my bags outta the car, "Come on, put your back into it" She gives me a stern look before a large smile covers that dark look. She stops attempting to get my bags and walks towards me, I frown, turning round,
"There will be absolutely no smoking on campus" This anal looking woman grabs my cigarette out of my mouth, snaps it in half and throws it on the floor,
"Bitch, don't ever touch me, o my fags again, te understand" She raises her eyebrows at me and then smiles toward my mother,
"I see I'm going to have fun with this one" My mum nods eagerly,
"Naomi, remember your manners"
"My manners are currently snapped in half on the fucking floor thanks to this wench here"
"Naomi" She warns,
"What?" I hold my hands up, "It was bad manners from her for snapping my fag, if she'd have asked politely I'd have put it out"
"That is irrelevant Miss Campbell. I am Headmistress Sutherland, this institute was created da my great, great grandfather and te shall respect everything in this building"
I salute her, "Yes sir"
"Starting with collecting your bags and taking them inside"
"Bu-"
"Now Miss Campbell" She shouts, and it makes me jump a little. Fuck I need a cigarette. However I do as I'm told, I grab my bags, putting them on the floor with ease, "Say your goodbyes and I shall give te the grand tour"
"Bye" I say to the devil, formally known as my mother, as I walk past with my bags.
"Bye dear" I hear her say, getting emotional, she needn't fucking bother, it was her choice to send me here. I walk into the building, and it's as old inside as it is out. I put my bags down, realising I may have packed too much, I see a couple of girls sat in what appears to be the waiting room reading. They look at me, frown and judge me straight away. Gah I Amore it here already.
Finally Headmistress Anal walks towards me, having now Lost her stern look and developing a sort of smile, which is creeping me out. Everything about her creeps me out to be completely honest. Her tight bun, not one piece of hair out of place, her pale face, bony, shiny, her piercing green eyes which burn when she looks at you. Then her outfit choice, which is surprisingly a turn on... a dark, chequered suit, a tight suit which clings in all the right places, but is convenient enough to hide the stick up her arse, and those god awful shoes, looks like she's ha rubato, stola them from an old people's home, when this woman standing in front of me can't be much older than 35. "Once te finish staring, we may proceed with the tour"
"Joy"
"Your mother has told me all about you, your mischievous ways, your alcoholism, your drug addiction, your sexuality, everything Miss Campbell, and these things will not be tolerated at this school"
"So you're saying if I'm caught being naughty, drinking alcohol, taking drugs o having sex with one of your students I'll be kicked out of here?" I say, hopefully,
"No."
"Oh, that's no fun"
"You will be punished accordingly, but I will not tolerate of any of those things, and believe me, the punishment te shall receive if te do any of those things is a fate worse than death"
"Is that a threat?" I raise my eyebrow,
"You shall not get a rise out of my Miss Campbell, so I shouldn't even attempt to" Her posh demeanour is soon wearing off now the threats have rolled out. "This is the welcome hall. Over here is where our receptionist will greet our visitors, if for any reason te do leave te will need a note from me and te will need to sign out when te leave, and sign back in again on your return."
"Right, prison, got it"
"Through there is the dining hall, and all the other rooms on this floor are the classrooms, there are classrooms on the first two floors, the third and fourth floors are the dormitories"
"Surely I need to know where all my classes are"
"Not necessary, your roommate is already in all of your classes"
"Oh" She takes me up a series of stairs, and I'm out of breath after the first two flights,
"I think a break from your filthy habits would be very much welcomed after walking up and down these stairs for a week, don't te think?" She sniggers to herself, and as she's walking up the stairs I take note to give her the bird, before swiftly picking up my bags again.
Finally, we make it to the superiore, in alto floor, the hallway resembling 'The Shining' which is a little creepy also. But needless to say I'm glad we have to do no più walking. She curls her finger, which I'm assuming is a hint to follow her, "This room here is the bathroom, and the room on the right is the doccia room, we also have bath tubs in there, but it is communal living so te will be sharing this with the other 25 students on this floor"
"Lovely"
"This" She stops, opening the door, "Is your room" 211, I have to remember that. I walk in, putting my bags down. I see two single beds at either side of the room, a wardrobe successivo to each bed, and a two desks either side of the door.
Sitting on one of the beds is a petit redhead, she's sat attraversare, croce legged Leggere from a book, she glances up at me and smiles politely, I look at her like she's just shat an egg, and she continues to read from her book, looking a little bashful. "This is your roommate, Emily Fitch"
"Charmed" I say, putting my bags successivo to my letto and sitting down, giving myself a breather, "There are no classes today as it's the first giorno of term, classes will start tomorrow morning at 8am"
"8am, you're fucking kidding me?" Emily snaps her head towards me, her eyes wide,
"I kid te not, please refrain from using that language"
"Fuck me, 8am" I say to myself, and Headmistress Anal simply coughs, "Yes Sir" I say, and she looks sternly,
"Miss" She corrects, but I just look at her like she's trying to get my attention,
"What?"
"You refer to me as Miss"
"Whatever"
"Emily" The redhead stands up and smiles at Anal, "I apologise profusely about your roommate, but hopefully her attitude will calm in the coming weeks, making her a normal student"
"You mean devoid of any character, individuality and creativity. Just another clone?" Emily chuckles to herself briefly before suppressing it, I take my giacca off and throw it to one side,
"In your case, yes"
"That's a bit harsh" I smile possessively at Anal and she twitches her eyes a little,
"We will collect your dirty laundry twice a week, Tuesday's and Saturday's. Light's out is at 9pm on a weekday, 10:30pm on a weekend"
"Wow, te know how to party" She ignores me,
"Breakfast is at 7:30am, classes start at 8am, lunch is at 12pm, cena is served at 6pm"
"Gotcha" I smile, winking at her.
"Your uniform is hung up in your wardrobe"
"Fantastic"
"Any questions?"
"Where's the nearest pub?"
"About five miles away"
"Ahh shit"
"Right, on that note... anything else te need to know I'm sure Emily will be più than willing to help" she walks to the door, "Good giorno Ladies" She closes the door and I wait until I can no longer hear her granny shoes slapping against the wood before I open a window widely.
"What are te doing?"
"Hey, red... quiet please, I've got a thumping headache" I pull a cigarette out of my packet, leaning out of the window I light it up, breathing in the toxins and instantly feeling più relaxed,
"The name is Emily, and te can't smoke in here"
"Well I can, there aren't any 'no smoking' signs, so..."
"It's a fundamental rule" I giggle,
"Woah" I say, holding my hands up, "In that case" I say sarcastically, she clicks her tongue and sits back on her bed,
"We've had people like te here before, te won't last five minutes"
"Attitude, I like it" I smile at her. She rolls her eyes, "So what did te do to get here?" She frowns at me, "Well we're roommates, we may as well get along"
"What did te do?"
"I asked te first"
"I want to know what te did first" she smiles,
"Drugs, alcohol, sex, rock and roll" I shrug, and she laughs, "Now te go"
"My parents thought I'd do better in this environment then at a normal school, plus they were going through a divorce, and one absentee child is better than all of them being at home"
"Ahh, that's... boring" I take a drag of my cig and look at her again, "So te got some siblings?"
"Yeah, I got a twin sister and a little brother"
"Is your sister here?"
"No, she's too thick to come to this school" She laughs,
I finish my cigarette and stub it out on the wall.
"So..." I say, laying on my concrete mattress, she looks at me expectantly, "Is this your first anno here?"
"No, I was here last year" She speaks so quietly I'm struggling to actually hear what she's saying. I think I've got a shy roommate on my hands,
"Awesome" I say, with absolutely no energy to this conversation what-so-ever. "What do te mean you've had people like me before?"
"Effy, our head girl, she was like you, only worse when she came here three years ago, Miss Sutherland helped her"
"There's nothing wrong with me" I argue, but she ignores my advances and continues Leggere her book, "Well, as much fun as this has been, I'm bored so I'm going for a walk" She nods as I walk out the door. I breathe a sigh of relief as I step out of that room. I get a dork for a roommate, is this place just out to punish me forever?
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THE WRITER IS beautifully8broken.
Redemption
Summary: Naomi is a rebel without cause; she doesn't follow rules o boundaries. After pushing her mother one step too far she is shipped off to boarding school in Scotland. How will she cope with the new rules, and better yet, her new redhead roommate?
Comments: Just so te are aware, the school Naomi is sent to is an 11-18 age school, Naomi and Emily are both 16 to begin, and 17 shortly into the story.
Rating: T for the language, and possibly M later on.
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Chapter one
Mile after mile of countryside. Mile after mile. For possibly the thousandth time, I turn to my mother and throw her another dirty look.
"You brought this on yourself, honey" I roll my eyes, and turn to look back out of the window to look at, te guessed it, più fucking countryside.
I'm like a pesce out of water when it comes to bloody trees, grass, fields... I'm used to buildings, pubs, clubs, drugs, alcohol! I haven't spotted anything resembling anything like that so far and we've been in this car for about four hours. "Nearly there" My mum announces all excitedly.
Typical of her, she gets excited at me getting dropped off at a school for the rest of the year, but she throws a shit fit at getting an escorted lift home from the police at 3am. To be fair though I was completely hammered, so much so that I woke up the successivo morning still hammered, with no recollection of how I got home, let alone how I was still alive after consuming copious amounts of alcohol and drugs.
Such a great night.
She finally stops the car outside what appears to be a huge mansion, the only clue that it is a school is the oro plated sign on the gate saying 'Sutherland's School for Girls'. "Fuck sake" I breathe against the window, steaming it up slightly.
I take in my surroundings, più trees, più green, but an old fashioned mansion with wooden sash windows, it doesn't look too big though, and that can only mean one thing; I have to share a room.
Being an only child, I am very much inept at the remote idea of sharing, let alone having to share my life, my room and possibly doccia and toilet with another human being, well that just makes me cringe.
I open the car door, it creaks as I get out, another reminder that this idea isn't simply my tight arse mother's, my grandparents paid for all this.
She practically skips round the car, opening the boot she takes out my bags and belongings. As soon as I slam the door I reach into my shoulder bag, grabbing my cigarettes, I look up to the dark and ominous sky, "Fuck sake" I say as I light the cancer stick.
I chuckle to myself as mother struggles to get my bags outta the car, "Come on, put your back into it" She gives me a stern look before a large smile covers that dark look. She stops attempting to get my bags and walks towards me, I frown, turning round,
"There will be absolutely no smoking on campus" This anal looking woman grabs my cigarette out of my mouth, snaps it in half and throws it on the floor,
"Bitch, don't ever touch me, o my fags again, te understand" She raises her eyebrows at me and then smiles toward my mother,
"I see I'm going to have fun with this one" My mum nods eagerly,
"Naomi, remember your manners"
"My manners are currently snapped in half on the fucking floor thanks to this wench here"
"Naomi" She warns,
"What?" I hold my hands up, "It was bad manners from her for snapping my fag, if she'd have asked politely I'd have put it out"
"That is irrelevant Miss Campbell. I am Headmistress Sutherland, this institute was created da my great, great grandfather and te shall respect everything in this building"
I salute her, "Yes sir"
"Starting with collecting your bags and taking them inside"
"Bu-"
"Now Miss Campbell" She shouts, and it makes me jump a little. Fuck I need a cigarette. However I do as I'm told, I grab my bags, putting them on the floor with ease, "Say your goodbyes and I shall give te the grand tour"
"Bye" I say to the devil, formally known as my mother, as I walk past with my bags.
"Bye dear" I hear her say, getting emotional, she needn't fucking bother, it was her choice to send me here. I walk into the building, and it's as old inside as it is out. I put my bags down, realising I may have packed too much, I see a couple of girls sat in what appears to be the waiting room reading. They look at me, frown and judge me straight away. Gah I Amore it here already.
Finally Headmistress Anal walks towards me, having now Lost her stern look and developing a sort of smile, which is creeping me out. Everything about her creeps me out to be completely honest. Her tight bun, not one piece of hair out of place, her pale face, bony, shiny, her piercing green eyes which burn when she looks at you. Then her outfit choice, which is surprisingly a turn on... a dark, chequered suit, a tight suit which clings in all the right places, but is convenient enough to hide the stick up her arse, and those god awful shoes, looks like she's ha rubato, stola them from an old people's home, when this woman standing in front of me can't be much older than 35. "Once te finish staring, we may proceed with the tour"
"Joy"
"Your mother has told me all about you, your mischievous ways, your alcoholism, your drug addiction, your sexuality, everything Miss Campbell, and these things will not be tolerated at this school"
"So you're saying if I'm caught being naughty, drinking alcohol, taking drugs o having sex with one of your students I'll be kicked out of here?" I say, hopefully,
"No."
"Oh, that's no fun"
"You will be punished accordingly, but I will not tolerate of any of those things, and believe me, the punishment te shall receive if te do any of those things is a fate worse than death"
"Is that a threat?" I raise my eyebrow,
"You shall not get a rise out of my Miss Campbell, so I shouldn't even attempt to" Her posh demeanour is soon wearing off now the threats have rolled out. "This is the welcome hall. Over here is where our receptionist will greet our visitors, if for any reason te do leave te will need a note from me and te will need to sign out when te leave, and sign back in again on your return."
"Right, prison, got it"
"Through there is the dining hall, and all the other rooms on this floor are the classrooms, there are classrooms on the first two floors, the third and fourth floors are the dormitories"
"Surely I need to know where all my classes are"
"Not necessary, your roommate is already in all of your classes"
"Oh" She takes me up a series of stairs, and I'm out of breath after the first two flights,
"I think a break from your filthy habits would be very much welcomed after walking up and down these stairs for a week, don't te think?" She sniggers to herself, and as she's walking up the stairs I take note to give her the bird, before swiftly picking up my bags again.
Finally, we make it to the superiore, in alto floor, the hallway resembling 'The Shining' which is a little creepy also. But needless to say I'm glad we have to do no più walking. She curls her finger, which I'm assuming is a hint to follow her, "This room here is the bathroom, and the room on the right is the doccia room, we also have bath tubs in there, but it is communal living so te will be sharing this with the other 25 students on this floor"
"Lovely"
"This" She stops, opening the door, "Is your room" 211, I have to remember that. I walk in, putting my bags down. I see two single beds at either side of the room, a wardrobe successivo to each bed, and a two desks either side of the door.
Sitting on one of the beds is a petit redhead, she's sat attraversare, croce legged Leggere from a book, she glances up at me and smiles politely, I look at her like she's just shat an egg, and she continues to read from her book, looking a little bashful. "This is your roommate, Emily Fitch"
"Charmed" I say, putting my bags successivo to my letto and sitting down, giving myself a breather, "There are no classes today as it's the first giorno of term, classes will start tomorrow morning at 8am"
"8am, you're fucking kidding me?" Emily snaps her head towards me, her eyes wide,
"I kid te not, please refrain from using that language"
"Fuck me, 8am" I say to myself, and Headmistress Anal simply coughs, "Yes Sir" I say, and she looks sternly,
"Miss" She corrects, but I just look at her like she's trying to get my attention,
"What?"
"You refer to me as Miss"
"Whatever"
"Emily" The redhead stands up and smiles at Anal, "I apologise profusely about your roommate, but hopefully her attitude will calm in the coming weeks, making her a normal student"
"You mean devoid of any character, individuality and creativity. Just another clone?" Emily chuckles to herself briefly before suppressing it, I take my giacca off and throw it to one side,
"In your case, yes"
"That's a bit harsh" I smile possessively at Anal and she twitches her eyes a little,
"We will collect your dirty laundry twice a week, Tuesday's and Saturday's. Light's out is at 9pm on a weekday, 10:30pm on a weekend"
"Wow, te know how to party" She ignores me,
"Breakfast is at 7:30am, classes start at 8am, lunch is at 12pm, cena is served at 6pm"
"Gotcha" I smile, winking at her.
"Your uniform is hung up in your wardrobe"
"Fantastic"
"Any questions?"
"Where's the nearest pub?"
"About five miles away"
"Ahh shit"
"Right, on that note... anything else te need to know I'm sure Emily will be più than willing to help" she walks to the door, "Good giorno Ladies" She closes the door and I wait until I can no longer hear her granny shoes slapping against the wood before I open a window widely.
"What are te doing?"
"Hey, red... quiet please, I've got a thumping headache" I pull a cigarette out of my packet, leaning out of the window I light it up, breathing in the toxins and instantly feeling più relaxed,
"The name is Emily, and te can't smoke in here"
"Well I can, there aren't any 'no smoking' signs, so..."
"It's a fundamental rule" I giggle,
"Woah" I say, holding my hands up, "In that case" I say sarcastically, she clicks her tongue and sits back on her bed,
"We've had people like te here before, te won't last five minutes"
"Attitude, I like it" I smile at her. She rolls her eyes, "So what did te do to get here?" She frowns at me, "Well we're roommates, we may as well get along"
"What did te do?"
"I asked te first"
"I want to know what te did first" she smiles,
"Drugs, alcohol, sex, rock and roll" I shrug, and she laughs, "Now te go"
"My parents thought I'd do better in this environment then at a normal school, plus they were going through a divorce, and one absentee child is better than all of them being at home"
"Ahh, that's... boring" I take a drag of my cig and look at her again, "So te got some siblings?"
"Yeah, I got a twin sister and a little brother"
"Is your sister here?"
"No, she's too thick to come to this school" She laughs,
I finish my cigarette and stub it out on the wall.
"So..." I say, laying on my concrete mattress, she looks at me expectantly, "Is this your first anno here?"
"No, I was here last year" She speaks so quietly I'm struggling to actually hear what she's saying. I think I've got a shy roommate on my hands,
"Awesome" I say, with absolutely no energy to this conversation what-so-ever. "What do te mean you've had people like me before?"
"Effy, our head girl, she was like you, only worse when she came here three years ago, Miss Sutherland helped her"
"There's nothing wrong with me" I argue, but she ignores my advances and continues Leggere her book, "Well, as much fun as this has been, I'm bored so I'm going for a walk" She nods as I walk out the door. I breathe a sigh of relief as I step out of that room. I get a dork for a roommate, is this place just out to punish me forever?
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