maxim
01-31-2010, 01:22 PM
I was ecstatic, my dream was coming true! I had a scholarship to a classic boarding school in England. I’m only fifteen; it would be the first time I would be in a different country to my family. I was nervous yet excited at the prospects of gaining some independence. I just hoped I’d make some good friends so that I wouldn’t be left out, the odd one, the American.
It took almost a year to get to England on the plane, and then the taxi from the airport to the school. As the taxi pulled up to the school gates I sighed a sigh of relief as my thirty-two hour trip was finally over. I gazed out of the window and saw an old building with turrets; the walls looked crumbly as if they would fall down at any minute. What had I got myself into? This looked more like a prison than the Hogwarts type school that the prospectus had entailed. On my entrance into the school, I was greeted by the head teacher, she explained the school rules- boy, they would they be hard to keep! I would have to try though, I wasn’t sure that getting into trouble was a good option as they probably had old torture methods of punishment.
After the headmistress had dismissed me I turned left down a long corridor, a dozen or so men were searching bags. I was worried. Why did they need to search our bags? What was this school like if they had to search bags? I handed over my bag reluctantly.
After I had received my bag back I was told to go into the main hall where I would be told which dormitory I was in, I scurried over as I tried to shove everything back into my bag. In the hall were about a hundred and eighty other people, but they all looked roughly the same age as me, so I figured I was in the right place. I say roughly because some of the girls were tall with large breasts and long blonde hair, they looked like they belonged in porn films not in a school like this, and some of the boys! They were seriously tall, a few had stubble and broad shoulders, I felt intimidated standing next to them. Eventually a woman appeared, as she took her place on the stage a hush fell over the hall. Everyone listening intently to her. She read out a long list of names in alphabetical order, then she instructed people what house and dorm they were in. After what seemed forever she got to me. I was to be in the house of Deminex and my dorm would be in house 14, room B3.
I wondered how many people I’d have to share with and what they’d be like. The prefect led me to my room in silence, not uttering a single word to me. I was nervous, my hands were shaking, I tried to hide my nerves, what if these people didn’t like me? I was going to have to spend all year with them. On showing me my new room the prefect disappeared. I slowly pushed open the large oak door, it creaked. I peeped around the door. To my relief the room was empty. I must have been the first to arrive. That meant I got first pick of the beds! I chose a bed under the window, overlooking the fields. I placed my bag at the end of the bed and turned around, on each bed there was a brochure. I picked mine up and slowly started to read:
“Welcome to your new school. We hope you have a fun time whilst you are here.
You are in the house of Deminex.
This was based on the information you gave on the mandatory questionnaire that you filled in before you arrived.
Deminex has a hard entrance criteria, to be selected you must come from a good home background, have a kinky side, be a trouble maker, have wealth and be aged 14-18.
You have been placed in this house for a reason, so we would appreciate it if you behaved and acted adequately.”
I fretted. “kinky side” what did that mean? I did hope I wouldn’t be with a load of weirdoes. I noticed a hand written piece of paper that must have fallen out from the brochure. It read:
“Your first year initiation will take place in room A1, house 14. This is also the place to come to if you need any help during your time here.”
This was the same house as mine, so I decided to go and find out more. I walked along the corridor, down the old twisting staircase, through the kitchen and through another long corridor, up another flight of winding stairs and finally in front of me stood a door saying A1. I raised my hand apprehensively and quietly knocked on the door. The door swung open...
It took almost a year to get to England on the plane, and then the taxi from the airport to the school. As the taxi pulled up to the school gates I sighed a sigh of relief as my thirty-two hour trip was finally over. I gazed out of the window and saw an old building with turrets; the walls looked crumbly as if they would fall down at any minute. What had I got myself into? This looked more like a prison than the Hogwarts type school that the prospectus had entailed. On my entrance into the school, I was greeted by the head teacher, she explained the school rules- boy, they would they be hard to keep! I would have to try though, I wasn’t sure that getting into trouble was a good option as they probably had old torture methods of punishment.
After the headmistress had dismissed me I turned left down a long corridor, a dozen or so men were searching bags. I was worried. Why did they need to search our bags? What was this school like if they had to search bags? I handed over my bag reluctantly.
After I had received my bag back I was told to go into the main hall where I would be told which dormitory I was in, I scurried over as I tried to shove everything back into my bag. In the hall were about a hundred and eighty other people, but they all looked roughly the same age as me, so I figured I was in the right place. I say roughly because some of the girls were tall with large breasts and long blonde hair, they looked like they belonged in porn films not in a school like this, and some of the boys! They were seriously tall, a few had stubble and broad shoulders, I felt intimidated standing next to them. Eventually a woman appeared, as she took her place on the stage a hush fell over the hall. Everyone listening intently to her. She read out a long list of names in alphabetical order, then she instructed people what house and dorm they were in. After what seemed forever she got to me. I was to be in the house of Deminex and my dorm would be in house 14, room B3.
I wondered how many people I’d have to share with and what they’d be like. The prefect led me to my room in silence, not uttering a single word to me. I was nervous, my hands were shaking, I tried to hide my nerves, what if these people didn’t like me? I was going to have to spend all year with them. On showing me my new room the prefect disappeared. I slowly pushed open the large oak door, it creaked. I peeped around the door. To my relief the room was empty. I must have been the first to arrive. That meant I got first pick of the beds! I chose a bed under the window, overlooking the fields. I placed my bag at the end of the bed and turned around, on each bed there was a brochure. I picked mine up and slowly started to read:
“Welcome to your new school. We hope you have a fun time whilst you are here.
You are in the house of Deminex.
This was based on the information you gave on the mandatory questionnaire that you filled in before you arrived.
Deminex has a hard entrance criteria, to be selected you must come from a good home background, have a kinky side, be a trouble maker, have wealth and be aged 14-18.
You have been placed in this house for a reason, so we would appreciate it if you behaved and acted adequately.”
I fretted. “kinky side” what did that mean? I did hope I wouldn’t be with a load of weirdoes. I noticed a hand written piece of paper that must have fallen out from the brochure. It read:
“Your first year initiation will take place in room A1, house 14. This is also the place to come to if you need any help during your time here.”
This was the same house as mine, so I decided to go and find out more. I walked along the corridor, down the old twisting staircase, through the kitchen and through another long corridor, up another flight of winding stairs and finally in front of me stood a door saying A1. I raised my hand apprehensively and quietly knocked on the door. The door swung open...