Children Of The Damned - unspokenwordsxO (sad books to read .TXT) 📗

Chapter One
The long winding road ahead seemed endless, and for that, I was glad.
As soon as we reached the end, I would be alone. My mum and dad would kiss me goodbye and speed away again, leaving me behind in the kicked up dirt.
"You'll do great, Veronica. You always do" I heard my mother say encouringly as she turned around in her seat. Her long brown curls framed her bright oval face, bringing out the blueness of her topaz coloured eyes that somehow spoke out to me with wisdom.
Staring back at her now, I remembered how people always said we looked the same, and how I couldn't see the resemblance.
Her brunette locks were perfect compared to mine and my dark green eyes didn't shine half as much as her blue ones did, plus she was beautiful. I was just below average.
I smiled at her and took a deep breath and turned my attention to the outside surroundings all blurring together as we sped down the narrow road. I wanted to scream at my dad to go slower to give me as much time as possible with them both, but reaching Wilson's Performing arts was inevitable so I decided not to bother.
"Mum, Im not so sure anymore. Im kinda scared" I admitted as the car pulled to a stop outside large iron gates that intertwined together to meet in the middle signalling the entrace to the school.
My dad laughed loudly as he waited for them to swing open "Dont be silly, Ronnie. You heard your mother, you succeed at everything you do. This'll be easy"
I wasn't convinced by their words. Instead, I felt worse, dreading the moment I didn't have them or their support behind me.
Dad re-started the car and slowly rolled into the large open space while my mum turned around again and took hold of my sweaty hand.
Still hanging my head out of the side of the car, I caught my first glimpse of Wilson Performing Arts, or WPA as I liked to abbreviate it, and caught my breath.
The main structure, that I already learnt had been built in the 1700's with the bare hands of its founder Alexander Wilson, was absoloutely gorgeous with its stony frame and rose buds climbing up its sides, curling around the countless windows that allowed the inside to see the outside and vice versa.
Connected to the main building by bricked tunnels were 4 houses, each with different coloured doors and large signs painted with their names.
The first one had a large blue door, the wooden sign secured in the ground informed me it was named topaz. The second had a yellow door and was called aureolin. The third looked the prettiest with its large oak tree outside, it had a green door and the sign told me it was Harlequin House. The one sitting opposite it seemed the plainest of them all with its black door and glass panel, a wild guess proved me right, it was called Oynx.

"Look, Ron" my mom called to me, making me sit back in my seat "I've made sure that this is the last move for us until you graduate"
I looked up from my shaking knees and squeezed her hand "You promise?" I heard myself ask. I couldn't take making friends all over again, then saying goodbye once my mum got a better job offer or promotion.
"I promise"
Dad pushed down hard on the brakes as I let go of mum's hand and we came to an abrupt halt.
"I wish you wouldn't do that, Richard" Mum scolded, unbuckling her belt as Dad did. I followed suit after them in the slowest motion I could manage and joined them at the back of the car to get all my luggage out.
Dad handed me my bag and I draped it over my shoulder, watching as he hauled my two suitcases out of the boot.
He grunted loudly and curse as it landed on his foot "Jesus Ronnie, sure you bought all you needed?" I knew he meant it sarcastically, slyly critisising me for bringing most of my wardrobe.
"Well, I am going to be living here for two terms, I figured I should be prepared" was my simple answer.
My mum looked on at while we bickered, rolling her eyes, hands on her hips.
"Im going to miss this in my mornings" she smiled fondly "They'll be too quite without you both debating"
She took me into her arms, squashing me successfully as she did so.
"Oh, Veronica. Im going to miss you" She sighed into my hair, burying her head into my shoulder.
"Mum?" I gasped, trying to catch my breath "Oxygens kind've an issue here"
She automatically ended the embrace and took a step back, rubbing my arms affectionately instead.
"Hello, Veronica" A voice overrided with authority called on me, interrupting our silent goodbye, and I whirled round to see a tall woman stood on the stone steps, arms spread out motioning to our surroundings
"Welcome to Wilson Performing Arts. I hope your stay here will be most pleasant" Her smile grew wider with every word.
"My name is Mrs Mollet, I am your headmistress"
I waved half heartedly "Hello"
She started down the steps as my dad held out his hand for her to shake "Hello, Mrs Mollet. Im Richard Henrick and this is my wife Sue"
"Its a pleasure to meet you both" She beamed, her smile crinkling "Now, seeing as Veronica here has missed orientation back in september, a group of our students will be taking her around the grounds. Showing her where all the area's of learning are, and where she will be residing during the terms"
Both my parents nodded, but only Mrs Mollet acknowledged me, waiting for my reaction.
I held onto my luggage tightly and stalked forward, kissing my mum goodbye on the cheek.
"I guess I'll see you" I said tightly, a lump forming in my throat.
"Oh, Baby. I really will miss you" she gave me another one armed hug and shuffled me off to my Dad who took me in his arms, giving the crown of my head a little peck.
"Knock 'em dead, Ron" he whispered in my ear softly.
I gave them both a side smile feeling tears well up in my eyes and waved goodbye, turning my back and walking up the steps to join Mrs Mollet.
This was the first time I had attended a boarding school for the arts. Whenever we moved I usually went to a normal school, but Since I was a baby, I could move better than I could walk so my parents had decided that my talent and passion for dancing was too much to waste.
I never looked back as I walked, and the last thing I heard of them was the roar of an engine and the gravel crunching underneath the chevrolet's wheels.
Mrs Mollet saw my sad expression, gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and led the way inside.

Publication Date: 05-02-2011

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