Basically, long story short, we'd get writing prompts during English class and as the year went on my classmates kept asking me to continue the first prompt I wrote. And thus was born the series 'The Academy'.
I hope you guys like it, I'm open for all types of critisism as long as it's not rude and you can honestly offer suggestions. I don't work with flames.
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Sora stretched out on his back, the dim light permeating the black out curtains in his room barely illuminating the soft outlines of his bedroom furniture. He rolled over to his side, inspecting the dimly lit face of his alarm clock.
6:00
Hed once again, woken thirty minutes before it sounded. He perfunctorily rose, stretching the muscles stiffened in sleep. He ran his hand through his hair ruffling his dark brown locks handsomely. Combing the silken strands back with a few more quick ruffles of his hands, he dressed himself in his favorite pair of off-white colored cargo pants, and a dark tee shirt and stepped into his shoes by the bedroom door. He grabbed his messenger off the floor near his dresser and hefted it onto his shoulder grabbing any loose books that he saw and headed out the door, and headed down the stairs.
Another day of the same school.
Same people.
Same noisy hallways.
Same old teachers with their same old lessons.
Another normal day
As he hit the upper main hallway of his house his senses were overwhelmed by the pleasing smells of his mothers early morning cooking. In this household you had to be up before seven if you expected to get anything warm to eat. He skidded to a halt on the lower main hall walking past the kitchen feeling any hint of sleep jerked viciously from his body and mind by the scent of bacon and sausage, and fell into the warm confines of the overstuffed couch in the family room. He dropped his bag off his shoulder and prepared himself to get up, when he heard his parents voices emanating from the inner realm of food-central. His mothers normally high pitched voice was shriller and distressed, Not normal.
The only time his mothers voice sounded like that was when something bad had happened. No doubt this time, it was once again his fault. His fathers angered drawl came up then. The boy doesnt need to go to some stupid art school! His mothers voice quickly cut in consoling, and convincing something. Sora sighed leaning back into the couch. Great, he whispered, Its all about me. He stood leaving his bag and books on the couch and walked toward the kitchen door. Stopping in the open doorway he whispered softly, Whatd I do this time? His mother and father looked up from a hushed conversation. Both looked at a loss at what to say. His mothers face was flushed and his father was silently fuming, he could tell. His mother cleared her throat, wiping the silence from the air like so much chalk on a chalkboard. Sora, honey, do you remember that application you sent out a couple of weeks ago? The one to The Academy?
Sora frowned, Yeah, what about it? He hadnt expected this; he should have known it though. His father had always had a problem with his sons love for the arts. Not just painting and drawing, but an intense fire for drama. But of it all, Sora loved to draw. At any time, anywhere. The school had recently commissioned him to redesign their mascot. Sora took pride in his art, and had wanted the best quality when he decided to advance himself with instruction. Hed sent out applications to two schools, an anonymous college near his school that offered a class or two and the accredited Academy. An arts school. Apparently his reply had come back. Whether It was good or bad news, he couldnt tell. from either of his parents. His mother smiled softly, and looking at his father half-heartedly she replied, Youve been accepted.
Soras mouth dropped open in shock. He couldnt believe this. This had to be some joke; the BEST SCHOOL in the state had accepted him. This was unbelievable! He dashed forward grabbing the letter from his mothers hands excitedly. She laughed at his expression and handed the letter over gently. Oh my gosh ...Oh my gosh! This is amazing! Its incredible! Sora gasped gently. This was heaven for him. It wound him into a euphoria so strong he couldnt come down off his high, he was ecstatic!
His father stood and left the room, his pounding footsteps could be heard going up the steps and the slam of his bedroom door was almost space shattering. Sora glanced at his mother worriedly.
Dont think a thing on it. She said softly.
Sora sighed. Hed never get a break, not with his father. Sports fanatic and macho-man extraordinaire! Sora could never live up to his fathers expectations. Never having been the athletic type, Sora was fit, and very handsome, but that wasnt enough. Hed have to be captain of every know team from football to golf in order to get his fathers appraisals.
Sora stood the food forgotten and headed out the kitchen door into the bathroom off of the living room. He stood before the mirror, his face glowing in the reflection. He smiled, his dark hair falling into his eyes, giving off an arrogant excitingly handsome look. Maybe today isnt going to be all that normal after all.
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should I submit part 2 as well?
I hope you guys like it, I'm open for all types of critisism as long as it's not rude and you can honestly offer suggestions. I don't work with flames.
*******
Sora stretched out on his back, the dim light permeating the black out curtains in his room barely illuminating the soft outlines of his bedroom furniture. He rolled over to his side, inspecting the dimly lit face of his alarm clock.
6:00
Hed once again, woken thirty minutes before it sounded. He perfunctorily rose, stretching the muscles stiffened in sleep. He ran his hand through his hair ruffling his dark brown locks handsomely. Combing the silken strands back with a few more quick ruffles of his hands, he dressed himself in his favorite pair of off-white colored cargo pants, and a dark tee shirt and stepped into his shoes by the bedroom door. He grabbed his messenger off the floor near his dresser and hefted it onto his shoulder grabbing any loose books that he saw and headed out the door, and headed down the stairs.
Another day of the same school.
Same people.
Same noisy hallways.
Same old teachers with their same old lessons.
Another normal day
As he hit the upper main hallway of his house his senses were overwhelmed by the pleasing smells of his mothers early morning cooking. In this household you had to be up before seven if you expected to get anything warm to eat. He skidded to a halt on the lower main hall walking past the kitchen feeling any hint of sleep jerked viciously from his body and mind by the scent of bacon and sausage, and fell into the warm confines of the overstuffed couch in the family room. He dropped his bag off his shoulder and prepared himself to get up, when he heard his parents voices emanating from the inner realm of food-central. His mothers normally high pitched voice was shriller and distressed, Not normal.
The only time his mothers voice sounded like that was when something bad had happened. No doubt this time, it was once again his fault. His fathers angered drawl came up then. The boy doesnt need to go to some stupid art school! His mothers voice quickly cut in consoling, and convincing something. Sora sighed leaning back into the couch. Great, he whispered, Its all about me. He stood leaving his bag and books on the couch and walked toward the kitchen door. Stopping in the open doorway he whispered softly, Whatd I do this time? His mother and father looked up from a hushed conversation. Both looked at a loss at what to say. His mothers face was flushed and his father was silently fuming, he could tell. His mother cleared her throat, wiping the silence from the air like so much chalk on a chalkboard. Sora, honey, do you remember that application you sent out a couple of weeks ago? The one to The Academy?
Sora frowned, Yeah, what about it? He hadnt expected this; he should have known it though. His father had always had a problem with his sons love for the arts. Not just painting and drawing, but an intense fire for drama. But of it all, Sora loved to draw. At any time, anywhere. The school had recently commissioned him to redesign their mascot. Sora took pride in his art, and had wanted the best quality when he decided to advance himself with instruction. Hed sent out applications to two schools, an anonymous college near his school that offered a class or two and the accredited Academy. An arts school. Apparently his reply had come back. Whether It was good or bad news, he couldnt tell. from either of his parents. His mother smiled softly, and looking at his father half-heartedly she replied, Youve been accepted.
Soras mouth dropped open in shock. He couldnt believe this. This had to be some joke; the BEST SCHOOL in the state had accepted him. This was unbelievable! He dashed forward grabbing the letter from his mothers hands excitedly. She laughed at his expression and handed the letter over gently. Oh my gosh ...Oh my gosh! This is amazing! Its incredible! Sora gasped gently. This was heaven for him. It wound him into a euphoria so strong he couldnt come down off his high, he was ecstatic!
His father stood and left the room, his pounding footsteps could be heard going up the steps and the slam of his bedroom door was almost space shattering. Sora glanced at his mother worriedly.
Dont think a thing on it. She said softly.
Sora sighed. Hed never get a break, not with his father. Sports fanatic and macho-man extraordinaire! Sora could never live up to his fathers expectations. Never having been the athletic type, Sora was fit, and very handsome, but that wasnt enough. Hed have to be captain of every know team from football to golf in order to get his fathers appraisals.
Sora stood the food forgotten and headed out the kitchen door into the bathroom off of the living room. He stood before the mirror, his face glowing in the reflection. He smiled, his dark hair falling into his eyes, giving off an arrogant excitingly handsome look. Maybe today isnt going to be all that normal after all.
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should I submit part 2 as well?
