The Remedial Program
CAPRI ELISSA ANTIOCO
14 years old
Dark auburn, falls to mid-shoulder. Pink streaked bangs. Tall, tan skin (Comes from Jefferson, Pennsylyvania) Skisloped nose with a sprinkle of freckles. Bright amber eyes. Loves to write and draw.
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"You're- you're sending me away?!" I choked out. Mother laid a perfectly manicured fingernail on my shoulder. "Just for a year, it's a remedial program. Father sighed. "Capri, We don't mean to hurt you," I wasn't convinced. They still looked scared of me. I knew I would snap, any moment now. "But why! Why me? I'm not a bad person!" Mother raised her voice now. "Capri, you attacked me!" I broke down into loud, noisy sobs. Mostly for Mother's benefit. "Capri, you ARE leaving tomorrow for Kahn Academy for Troubled Teens, and you will not complain, this discussion is over, go to your room." "Fine" I grumbled. I would not enjoy this, I would hate it. It would be the worst year of my life.
And that, is how I came to be flying off to South Carolina to be enrolled in a brat camp as my evil sister so amusingly puts it.
Did I mention I hate my life?
*4 hours later. . . *
"Thank you for flying with American Airlines. Enjoy the rest of your day!" Came the buttery voice of the blonde flight attendant. I groaned inwardly, and climbed out of the plane.
Wow, South Carolina was definitely pretty. The now-fading sunlight danced off the trees and created a beautiful picture. I couldn't wait to sketch it, but I had a train to catch.
We passed flowing green hills, and so many pine trees, the smell was overwhelming. But all good journeys have to end and we pulled up onto a brick driveway. The prominent silver sign was obvious. It was a full white building with a huge and gorgeous garden. I gasped, and the other newbies did too. I did not expect this. Then the heavy, oak doors opened, and a tiny, neat gray-haired woman stepped out. She waved. "Hi there! I guess your all here for enrollment." No one answered. Just some nodding. "Well, don't all answer at once!" She joked. "I'm Hattie Kahn, but you can call me Hattie." I decided on the spot to like her. She was nothing like I had imagined. . . although I had a pretty wild imagination, it comes with being a writer and an artist. Mrs.Kahn led us inside. The inside was even more astonishing than the out! A gruff-looking man's picture was hanging on the wall, with a plaque that read " David Kahn, founder"
Mrs.Kahn stood us there and said, "Our founder, and my husbands great-grandfather." I wondered what kind of person it took, to create a "school for troubled teens" Then Mrs.Kahn led the girls up a wide, spiraling staircase, and into the dorms. "Well, here we all girls. I have the roomate lost right here. . and oh, where is that?" We stood patiently while Mrs.Kahn looked for the lost list. "Alright! now the rooms will go as followed. Three to each." She read of the list of names, alphabetically. I knew I would be first because of my last name.
". . .and Capri Anderson, Maisy Burnside, and Ruby Buckle will be in room 111"
I grabbed my bags and watched as my two roomates detached themselves from the crowd. A squeak, and then a very tiny, blonde girl, who looked sunburnt came, dragging two suitcases that looked to big for here. She bounced up to me. "Hi! I guess we're roomates huh?" I was shocked, this girl could not be here. She looked like one of those angel-types with cute pink lips, in a adoring smile and dimples. She had long white-blonde hair that looked tangled, and bright laughing green eyes. Then the next girl arrived. A tall and slender girl. She might have had choppy black hair, but it was shiny and looked like it came from a shampoo commercial. She had aqua-blue eyes and creamy, pale skin. She was gorgeous. She also had a diamond nose-stud and black combat boots. Now she was shoo i would expect to be here. She didn't say much, just tossed her bags on a four-poster bed and started to read a fashion-magazine. I turned too Miss.Shortie. " Im Capri, anyways." The small girl grinned. " I love your name! I'm Maisy." So the model girl was Ruby. Huh. I turned back to Maisy. "Nice to meet you. What did you do to get sent here?!" Maisy smiled mischievously and twirled a piece of hair. " Got kicked out of my last 6 schools, My parents had no where else to put me. Also, I have anger issues" I started to laugh. She just didn't look like the demon that would have anger issues. The model girl stood up. "Hey," She said in a clear voice. "I was reading the pamphlet, and apparently our classes start in a half-hour. I'm Ruby Buckle, by the way." She headed back down the stairs where Mrs.Kahn was collecting everyone together.
"Okay!," she said peppily. "I guess we can get your seduces now?"
TO BE CONTINUED.
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And that, is how I came to be flying off to South Carolina to be enrolled in a brat camp as my evil sister so amusingly puts it.
Did I mention I hate my life?
*4 hours later. . . *
"Thank you for flying with American Airlines. Enjoy the rest of your day!" Came the buttery voice of the blonde flight attendant. I groaned inwardly, and climbed out of the plane.
Wow, South Carolina was definitely pretty. The now-fading sunlight danced off the trees and created a beautiful picture. I couldn't wait to sketch it, but I had a train to catch.
We passed flowing green hills, and so many pine trees, the smell was overwhelming. But all good journeys have to end and we pulled up onto a brick driveway. The prominent silver sign was obvious. It was a full white building with a huge and gorgeous garden. I gasped, and the other newbies did too. I did not expect this. Then the heavy, oak doors opened, and a tiny, neat gray-haired woman stepped out. She waved. "Hi there! I guess your all here for enrollment." No one answered. Just some nodding. "Well, don't all answer at once!" She joked. "I'm Hattie Kahn, but you can call me Hattie." I decided on the spot to like her. She was nothing like I had imagined. . . although I had a pretty wild imagination, it comes with being a writer and an artist. Mrs.Kahn led us inside. The inside was even more astonishing than the out! A gruff-looking man's picture was hanging on the wall, with a plaque that read " David Kahn, founder"
Mrs.Kahn stood us there and said, "Our founder, and my husbands great-grandfather." I wondered what kind of person it took, to create a "school for troubled teens" Then Mrs.Kahn led the girls up a wide, spiraling staircase, and into the dorms. "Well, here we all girls. I have the roomate lost right here. . and oh, where is that?" We stood patiently while Mrs.Kahn looked for the lost list. "Alright! now the rooms will go as followed. Three to each." She read of the list of names, alphabetically. I knew I would be first because of my last name.
". . .and Capri Anderson, Maisy Burnside, and Ruby Buckle will be in room 111"
I grabbed my bags and watched as my two roomates detached themselves from the crowd. A squeak, and then a very tiny, blonde girl, who looked sunburnt came, dragging two suitcases that looked to big for here. She bounced up to me. "Hi! I guess we're roomates huh?" I was shocked, this girl could not be here. She looked like one of those angel-types with cute pink lips, in a adoring smile and dimples. She had long white-blonde hair that looked tangled, and bright laughing green eyes. Then the next girl arrived. A tall and slender girl. She might have had choppy black hair, but it was shiny and looked like it came from a shampoo commercial. She had aqua-blue eyes and creamy, pale skin. She was gorgeous. She also had a diamond nose-stud and black combat boots. Now she was shoo i would expect to be here. She didn't say much, just tossed her bags on a four-poster bed and started to read a fashion-magazine. I turned too Miss.Shortie. " Im Capri, anyways." The small girl grinned. " I love your name! I'm Maisy." So the model girl was Ruby. Huh. I turned back to Maisy. "Nice to meet you. What did you do to get sent here?!" Maisy smiled mischievously and twirled a piece of hair. " Got kicked out of my last 6 schools, My parents had no where else to put me. Also, I have anger issues" I started to laugh. She just didn't look like the demon that would have anger issues. The model girl stood up. "Hey," She said in a clear voice. "I was reading the pamphlet, and apparently our classes start in a half-hour. I'm Ruby Buckle, by the way." She headed back down the stairs where Mrs.Kahn was collecting everyone together.
"Okay!," she said peppily. "I guess we can get your seduces now?"
TO BE CONTINUED.
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Crap, "seduces" is supposed to say "schedules"
please make more chapters
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