St.Mary's Reform School for Teenagers [Inactive]

[Torck]

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St.Mary's Reform School for Teenagers - What appears on the Outside is the opposite of whats on the inside.

You have been sent to St.Mary's Reform school for teenagers due to your recent actions at public school. what seemed like a good school at first changed when you started to attend. The teachers are very strict, They have used physical force to punish you,they have put you in "solitary confinement" to punish you, and worst of all you have to live there with your parents thinking you are getting a good education and living the dream.

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Alexis enters the main building in her uniform and she is very angry as she enters the English room and slams the door shut, she got sent to the office for slamming the door making her even more angry, on her way to the office she decides to leave the main building and hide in her dorm and change into her pajamas (the only clothing other than the uniform that the school allows). so she sneaks out of the main building via the back door. then runs to her dorm, once she is there she changes do her pajamas, just a few minutes later she hears knocking on her door, she opens it and sees that it is the headmaster of the school ! the Headmaster throws her onto the wall then drags her by the ear to her office. He demands that she change into her uniform like a lady and go to English class or she will be locked in the chapel for the rest of the day until bed time. She refuses and is dragged into the chapel by her hair.

 

[Torck]

[QUOTE="Nessa cupicake]Nessa (also known as cupicake) is slightly shaken, for she was new and had social anxiety. She open the large front doors of the schools, her muscles tense slightly for the doors are quite heavy and gasps as she takes a peek at the large, majestic hallway. She then remembers why she was sent here and a pout instantly replaces her gaped mouth, She mumbles something unintelligible as she walks in, keeping her head low she starts heading towards the bench within her line of vision.

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OOC: You have to sign up first

 

[Endless Love]

If there was an award for the most shocking event ever, this would be it. Emily did not belong here. With her light crystal blue eyes shut, she hopped out of the bus, a bounce of her losse dark brown waves falling around her shoulders with her motions. Emily Lesterway. Her friends back home were probably just laughing about how weird it was that she of all people came to this place. She sighed, hauling her backpack over one shoulder and sticking her hands in her skinny jean pockets as she walked towards the main entrance. Emily knew the drill, she'd thought about it all night last night when she was trying to fall asleep: She'd show them how well mannered and friendly she was. She'd be the goody two shoes they mistakenly didn't take her for.

 

[Macaberz]

One look. Furrowed brows and eyes nearly popping out of his skull, that was the look Mr. DeWitt would give if he was on the verge of bestowing discipline upon his pupils. They were a sad bunch, his class. All disobedience had long been beaten out of them.


"You know why you're here, don't you?" The headmaster, with his bushy mustache and fat chin, had asked.


"Yes."


"Good. Now let me make this perfectly clear to you. We do not tolerate any misbehaviour of any kind. Is that understood?"


"Yes."


"Right. That means, no late night misadventures, no talking in class, no running in the corridors, no speaking unless you're spoken to. It's all on the list. Now, how old are you?"


"15," Evan had said.


"It says here your name is Evan Mills, is that correct?"


He had nodded. Nodding seemed to please the headmaster.


"Very well. I must confess I am apalled by what it says here about you. You're on my watch kid."


He'd stood there for another moment before he understood that that had been his cue to leave. And now, on his first day, he'd already been sent out of the class for not wearing his uniform properly. As if there was any way to wear the damn things right. They were baggy at best and was confident the colors affected his eyes. Never before had he strutted about in such dreadful clothes.


A girl stepped through the main entrance on the other side of the hall. She looked lost. Out of place. And he could tell she was new, just like him. Not wanting to risk getting caught talking, he smiled weakly at her and waved, then turned to rest his head in his hands again. To think he'd have to stay in this godforsaken place for another year at least...


(@Vampirelovee I was thinking we could interact for a bit?)

 

[Endless Love]

A boy who seemed friendly enough gave Elena slight butterflies, she couldn't quite put her finger on why. She sent him a beaming smile and returned the wave with her small hand. With a look around, her soft brown hair swished around her face as she desperately attempted to find what her first class was. Chemistry. At least that's what the paper said. She shrugged her small shoulders dismissively, looking for the room number. <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_04/968full-emily-rudd.jpg.ff904d546007a92778c5093765fd54a2.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="15818" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_04/968full-emily-rudd.jpg.ff904d546007a92778c5093765fd54a2.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

[Macaberz]

Even from that distance, Evan could tell she was trying to find her class. The confused look, the paper in her hands. Even the smile she'd sent at him. He feared she wouldn't be smiling for long. Entering any class without a uniform on was quite the crime. She'd have to far more than writing lines to be forgiven for that, he imagined. He'd save her the embarassement of finding out the hard way. Quiet like a fox he got up and tip-toed over to her, pressing his finger to his lips as he neared her.


"Hey," he whispered. "You should get your uniform first. The teachers. They're very strict on that sort of thing."

 

[Endless Love]

Anxiously, Elena chewed her lower lip at the boy's words. "Uniform?" She looked down to see her in simple clothing. Not the sort of formal thing you'd wear to this school. Even worse, it wasn't her uniform. "I've got it in my bag, thanks for reminding me." She rolled her faded blue eyes, reaching for the uniform in her bag. "Is there a bathroom nearby? Preferably girls'?"

 

[Macaberz]

"Ya," there's one down there he replied in a low voice, he pointed towards the other end of the corridor. "And don't worry, they're very keen on seperating boys and girls. I probably shouldn't be talking to you but..." His voice trailed off and he scuffed his feet at the ground, then turned around to sit down in the hall again, patiently awaiting DeWitt's verdict. Should he tell her? Was it even worth saying? They weren't likely to ever talk again, not if the teachers had a say about it, which they surely seemed to have. Yes, he decided he should tell her. He spun around on his heels and offered his hand. "I am Evan by the way." He cocked his head as she was some peculiar bird he'd found. "You're a city girl aren't you?"

 

[Endless Love]

"How'd you.." Elena found her voice stopping so as to not have complications with her class. Her first class on the first day. "Nevermind." She smiled again, deep dimples indenting her cheeks. "Thanks for the help." She hurried off but not before looking over her shoulder at the boy. Elena knew all too well that they were strict about not letting them talk, but deep down she hoped they would cross paths again soon. When she found the bathroom she went inside the first stall and locking it shut. Quickly she pulled her black tank top off, she looked down at her navy blue lace bra, not sure if they allowed push up. She shrugged, not having time to change it she tugged the uniform dress over her head and over the long sleeved shirt they required underneath it. When she had her stuff together she left the stall, reapplying her peach lipgloss in the mirror and heading for the classroom.

 

[Macaberz]

"Mills."


Mr. DeWitt whistled, "Mills!"


Shaken from his daydreams, Evan looked up. The stern gaze, cold and void of any emotion, sent chills down his spin. DeWitt was a big man. Tall, broad and with a fat neck, it was a miracle he hadn't suffocated himself with his godawful red and blue tie yet. "You can take the seat in the back now. We wouldn't you falling behind further on your English than you already are, eh?"


Ice and fire fought for dominance in his gut. The chilling voice of DeWitt came out on top and subdued his anger, putting it in a headlock. The old man was a triple six real deal scratch. From what little rumors he'd caught on to, DeWitt wasn't afraid to apply some old-fashioned discipline. Rather, he seemed to enjoy it. "Well, come in before I change my mind."


Glancing once more into the corridor, hoping to see the girl again, Evan stepped through the door and took a seat in the back. The wooden floor creaked, ripping the eerie silence in the classroom apart. "Now," DeWitt resumed his class, "start reading chapter 2. We'll have a dictation in, he checked his watch, fifteen minutes."


But Evan couldn't concentrate on the black mass of letters in his dull, imageless book. He could only wait until, inevitably, the girl he'd met would find her way into the classroom and learn just how things worked at St. Mary's.

 

[Endless Love]

All the running on the way there had brought a pink flush to Elena's milk white cheeks, but when she saw the boy there her face lit up. She kept her eyes lowered as she walked into the English classroom, taking a seat at a desk beside him. Instead of speaking she granted the boy a tiny smile, turning to face the front so as not to be scolded. The school honestly intimidated her, but the teachers had no reason to be rough with Elena. She was good in nearly every class aside from math. It truly was her weak spot. Along with making herself look stronger than she was, having a small girlish frame meant people chose her to pick on more often, to her annoyance. She just watched the man, trying as hard as possible not to avert her eyes to the boy again, though this proved to be easier said than done.

 

[Macaberz]

His heart skipped a beat when the girl from before entered the class. DeWitt didn't say a word as she entered, from which Evan deduced that he'd been expecting her. Read the text: I woke early and called my boy. I told him to open the window.Evan glanced up. Mr. DeWitt had started to read the newspaper as was his custom. It was a local paper of sorts, full of utterly insignificant news. Every so often, the school would make it onto the pages, and an interview would be granted and they'd have to pose happily for the camera or go to bed without food. At least, that's what he'd been told.


He focused on his text again. ead the text: I woke early and called my boy. I told him to open the window. He opened it promptly. I got up and sat on the frame of my bed and asked for my shoes and leggings, for it was...


The sentences didn't register in his mind. They were meaningless splashes of ink on paper. Even though he knew it was a bad idea to even try, he couldn't resist glancing over his shoulder. Crystal blue eyes caught him, sending his heart up his throat. It was probably just the light that morning, but she looked pretty, the way the sun caressed her hair. Stop staring you idiot.


"What's your name?" he mouthed.

 

[Endless Love]

There was nothing Elena didn't want to do less than get the boy in trouble, she liked him. His own blue eyes seemed to faintly resemble her own. His golden blonde hair that fell in his face. So, ever so secretively, she whispered under her breath with a youthful voice falling from her pastel peach lips that glowed in the light that escaped from the blinds over the windows. "Elena." She flashed a grin, tapping a pencil silently on the desk.

 

[Macaberz]

DeWitt rustled his newspaper, folded it and put it down on his desk. Like a child caught stealing a cookie, Evan snapped his head back around to face the blackboard and dropped his eyes to his textbook.


"Now," DeWitt cleared his throat. "The dictation is to assess your skill," his eyes sweeped over the class of pale and frightful students, "or lack thereof, in English. Mills?"


"Ya?"


A vein in DeWitt's neck tightened, his pig-like eyes narrowed. "Just because 'ya' aren't from 'round' here, doesn't mean you can excuse butchering the English language. You adress your superiors with yes madame or yes sir. Understood?"


A lump started to form in his throat as the worn out old man adressed him directly. "Yes. Yes, sir."


"Step forward please."


His gut made a little backflip as he stepped out of his bench. Only now did he realize just how far away the blackboard really was. The heat of eyes prying into his back forced him to keep moving forward until he finally reached DeWitt's desk. He straightened his back as soon as DeWitt laid eyes upon him. "Hand these out."


Careful not to wrinkle the paper or otherwise upset his teacher, Evan passed the other benches and handed everyone their dictation. When he gave Elena hers, he averted his gaze to his own desk and quickly sat down. Best not to draw DeWitt's attention to the new girl.


After what seemed like hours passed, they finally finished their dictations and one by one, upon being called by their name, handed them in. As everyone filed out of the classroom, Evan waited until DeWitt had left and headed in the opposite direction of everyone else. He'd once followed a bunch of twelve graders that way and discovered that there was a small, unlocked door on the top floor which led to the attic. No teacher ever came there and he used the small and dank hideout to stash some of his most precious belongings.

 

[Endless Love]

Throughout the class Elena had been a nervous wreck. If she got on this teacher's bad side the first day, there was no turning back. When class was over and she handed in her somewhat average work, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, running her fingers through her hair and brushing it from her face. Everyone had cleared the room, and the teacher had gone. It was a miracle nothing bad had happened. At least not to her, though when that nasty English instructor picked on the boy from the hallway like that she wanted nothing more than to grab her papa's old riffle and pull the trigger with it aimed at his leg. But of course, being the good girl that she was, that wouldn't happen in a million years. She just had extreme urges to, that was all. Once outside Elena pressed her back to the wall opposite the classroom, her chest rising and falling quickly. Her prayers had been answered, with a little luck she'd be out of this school. But a large portion of her didn't want to leave. This boy gave her a knot in her stomach, the good kind. Like monarch butterflies fluttering about inside her, a feeling even she was surprised she could fit into words. That's so stupid She told herself. Why would he like a stuck up goody goody like her? Even her brother found it annoying.

 

[Macaberz]

The way to the top floor was a perilous one, full of hidden dangers. First, you’d have to pass straight through the girl’s bathroom to reach the corridor on the other side, or venture past the teacher’s parlor. Both were risky, not in the least because some of the girls, in a desperate attempt to get themselves out of St. Mary’s as quickly as possible, or simply to make the lives of passersby miserable, had a habit of sounding the alarm.


Passing the teacher’s parlor however, though there was no great risk of any teacher putting down his coffee before the bell rang, was an even riskier move. At best, you’d stumble into DeWitt, at worst, the headmaster would catch you and you wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for the next few weeks, if you were allowed to attend class at all.


As was his habit, Evan took the route through the bathroom. He quickened his pace at the slightest sound, and never looked back.


The second floor involved avoiding the music teacher, Ms. Grayslosh who had a habit of singing pompous German opera’s even though her voice was ill-equipped to do any singing at all. As long as you applauded her and didn’t interrupt her, she wasn’t so bad, and only rarely did she resort to the sorts of punishments that her colleagues preferred. Sneaking past the dorms was easy, since everyone was out for lunch and skipping lunch was potentially disastrous if Mr. Murton from Religious Education stood watch in the canteen. The stiff clergy insisted on counting heads and would bring you to his dark, smelly office if you weren’t present to help you repent for your sins.


It was only when he arrived on the third floor and opened the door to the attic that he noticed a small shadow looming over him. He spun around on his heels, fearing the worst.


“You? Whatcha doing here?”


Had she guessed his intentions and followed him all the way there? Not too eager to share his secret with a complete stranger, he blocked the entrance to the attic with his body in an attempt to hide it.


“You shouldn’t be here…”

 

[Endless Love]

The boy had turned to face a slightly embarrassed Elena, her soft lips slightly parted as she hesitated for a moment to speak. "I..I don't want to go to the lunch room, I don't have very many friends." She scratched the back of her neck, shutting her eyes so that long ink black lashes were fanned out over her cheeks, almost as if she was peacefully sleeping until she shot them open again, the hypnotic blue unusually intense. "I'm," She looked around, shifting her voice to a whisper. "I'm sorry."

 

[Macaberz]

Moving aside meant revealing his secret, yet standing still became increasingly unbearable. He recognized himself in her. He too had been wandering, looking for someone or something to rely on in this hellhole. Every day he spent in this brick prison he longed back more and more to working on the field again, to go fishin' with his father, or huntin'. Still, he couldn't risk her peaching and he was about to tell her off when his secret revealed itself.


A small black cat slithered between his legs and miaowed mournfully. Sighing, Evan gently pushed the cat away with his foot and revealed the rickety door behind him. "His name's Schopenhauer, after the philosopher. I found him near the entrance one day. He lives up in the attic, it's not a pretty place but," he brushed his nose, "it's better than being dissected in science class."


He knelt, picked up little Schopenhauer and pulled the door open with his feet. "You coming?"

 

[Endless Love]

Elena looked around, the expression of a curious child washed over her angel like face, though she had no wings. Her relatives believed she was a gift from heaven, not just another child. Some gift if they sent me off to reform school was often what Elena thought about when they spoke of her comparison to a creature from God. "I, I guess." She gave him an unsure look, stepping inside with surprisingly little hesitation. Not so bad for a cat to live, certainly not for a human of course. "Have you ever been caught?" She asked, still scanning the room like a robot or metal detector searching for something interesting.

 

[Macaberz]

Even in the half dark, only a dirty window in the slanted roof allowed sunlight to enter, he could make out the curiosity on her face. He grinned. "Here? No, I've not been caught going up here." He lead the way until they arrived at a ladder and an open trapdoor. Putting Schopenhauer over his shoulder he climbed his way up and motioned for Elena to follow. "I found this place when I followed some twelfth graders. They've gone now. Lucky them."


The room after the ladder was darker still and Evan rummaged in the dark, before he found the candlepiece in the middle and ignited it with a matchbox he'd stuffed in a nook. The orange glow soon illuminated the small room. About ten people could sit down before the place would be crammed, and only eight if anyone needed to breathe. Schopenhauer miaowed again and Evan fetched something from his bag which the cat snatched from his hand and began to devour in some corner.


"I've been caught stealing that bit of bacon from the kitchen though. Only they thought I ate it, so that's why I had it still." He narrowed his eyes, leaned his back against the slanted roof and studied Elena. She was in his home now, which he'd kept a secret for so long. Still, he had a feeling he could trust her.


"Look. You don't know this place. Headmaster is the biggest bully you can imagine. When they caught me for the bacon, I was brought to him. They locked me up for a day in that chapel of theirs." Noticing the look on her face, he smiled. "Oh it's not that bad. Where I am from, a little box on the ear isn't uncommon. I'll tell you though, DeWitt can hit pretty hard. I think he enjoys it."


"Now. I think you owe me a bit. Where are you from?"

 

[Endless Love]

"Jackson Missisippi." She replied. "I know you probably think I'm a spoiled rich brat, my parents are actually very poor. My aunt sent me here and offered to pay for everything I needed to start." Elena shrugged her shoulders, taking a sweater she had wrapped round her waist and draping it over her petite upper body frame to keep herself warm. "I'm a boring person, there's not much to know about me." Her already large blue eyes widened. "What I would really like to know is your story." She smiled, sitting on the floor by the dim light. The interest showed in Elena's purely innocent face. Fifteen and she still hadn't quite yet been corrupted but the world's harsh and cruel realities of what some people were really like. Possessing the innocence of a saint had its perks, yes. But no one could blame the fir for wanting to know what the other side of the world was like, what it was to be a bad girl. That was one of the reasons this boy intrigued her, but really it was his appearance. Though his personality was also proving to entertain her mind. 
(Brb shower)

 

[Macaberz]

“Ain’t much to say ‘bout me either.” He shrugged and let Schopenhauer climb onto his lap. “It depends on what you want to know I guess.” Schopenhauer seemed to agree and purred softly, then jumped off his lap and jumped onto Elena’s.


“I think he likes you,” Evan said, smiling briefly. Try as he might, he couldn’t keep a smile on his face for long. Half a year of living in this ditch had done that to him. “I wouldn’t have guessed you were poor. You look,” he hesitated, “…fashionable.” Eager to change subject, he leaned in and lowered his voice. A cloud settled over his face as he began to talk once more.


“There’s a story in this school. It’s about Jonathan Reiss. He used to be a student here. You’re probably wondering why, if we’re all treated so badly, no one alerts their parents or whatever. Well, that’s because of Jonathan. He wanted to tell his parents, but he disappeared the night before they would come to visit, his body was never found."


He let the words sink in.


"I am not sure what will happen if we’re found out here, but I think we’d better not dwell on that.”

 

[Endless Love]

The word disappeared made Elena go pale. And just as she was going to thank him for the compliment too, she found herself intimidated. At first, the school hadn't seemed quite so bad. Now, she wanted to get the hell out of there, and take Evan with her. Elena sighed, stroking the cat with a warm hand, the vibrations of its purring sending relaxation through her body in an almost reassuring way. "So far I haven't even been acknowledged, so hopefully it stays that way." The dim lighting illuminated Elena's youthful glow on her skin as she looked down at the happily purring cat. "Your accent sounds..Southern. Trust me I know what Southern sounds like." She smiled cheekily, the deep dimples adding charm to her expression.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_04/emily_rudd-960x640.jpg.bc0ef7742e62b5c81215616f68b914a0.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="15846" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_04/emily_rudd-960x640.jpg.bc0ef7742e62b5c81215616f68b914a0.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

[Macaberz]

“I hope so too,” Evan confessed. It was almost too easy to trust her and for a split second he became convinced that she’d peach on him. It would definitely earn her certain privileges if she did.


She intended the remark about his accent well, he thought. Most urban folk he’d met, and he hadn’t met many, would tease him about it. But skippin’ vowels was in his nature. “I am from Arkansas,” he shrugged. “Big farm near the river, not much but rain and dirt, but it made a living.”


He scooted a little closer to her, excusing his move by stroking Schopenhauer. When their shoulders touched, a shiver shot down his arm. It had been a long time since any touch had felt so warm and comforting.


As soon as it had happened, the moment passed. Evan jumped up. “Shit we forgot the time!”


He rummaged through his back once more and tossed the remaining bacon at Schopenhauer, then blew out the candle, rendering the attic almost completely dark. “Follow me,” he said. His voice guiding her through the dark until they stood outside the attic and rushed their way down to the first floor for their next class.


“One of us has got to arrive later. I we arrive together they’ll think we’re up to something,” Evan breathed as he skipped the last three steps of the stairs.

 

[Endless Love]

At the touch of Evan against her, Elena knew he felt exactly what she did. "The time?" Her hand flew to her forehead, squinting her eyes shut. "Damn it." Elena grabbed his arm in the dark, his voice guiding her to him. When they were out again Elena held back a curse, anxiously looking around. "What class? You can go in first, they'll be easier on me cause I'm new." If there way one thing Elena didn't want it was Evan to get in trouble. It made her blood boil and she couldn't help but ball up her fist. Though it was inside, Elena was quite skilled when it came to containing her anger. And nothing angered her more than seeing people she liked unhappy or mistreated.