And I Arrive

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The ever so stately Le'Bordeauxs arrived in a perfectly spotless Mercedes. Stepping out with the grace of a ballerine was Mrs. Le'Bordeaux, whose husband followed with the prowess of a lion. The perfect couple. The perfect human-beings.Trailing behind them was an equally graceful young daughter. However, unlike the other two, something about her seemed a bit off. Disconnected.

She always knew they didn't care. She was after all, another useless chore that they could pay someone to take care of. Just another object that seemed to magnify their own greatness. Sighing, she raised her chin to copy the walk of her poised mother. Tugging uncomfortably at the fancy woolen sweater that nicely hung from her shoulders, she entered the intimidating, or so they seemed, conference room.

[Holly]

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Ms. Newman sat at her desk, typing away. She was busy, as always. A new student was coming this afternoon, and she wanted to get as much done before then. She heard the sound of foot steps and looked down at her silver watch. That must be them. She looked into the small mirror on her desk and pushed back her hair. She adjusted her glasses and walked into the conference room.

Ms. Newman had always hated the colors picked out for this room. The black carpet with the white ceiling and walls. No windows. A large black tinted glass table. Red leather seats. She saw the new family arrive and smiled just a bit. "Welcome to Rose Academy. I'm sure you and your daughter will find our institution to your satifation." She gestured for them to be seated and Ms. Newman sat down across from them.

She adjusted her glasses and looked down at the papers in front of her. She slid them over to the new students parents along with a pen. "Sign here... here... and right there," she indicated with her finger to the lines on the pages for the signatures.
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Adusting her tailored dress, Mrs. Lebourdeaux replied with superior snobbishness, "It has served our family quite well for generations Mrs..." she eyes the plate holding the principal's name, "Newman. I am sure you will raise my daughter to be a fine example of women." Inspecting her daughter like an animal for show she coughed pointedly.

the cough interuppted Bella's wonderful daydream. BLinkign ot clear her eyes, she looked straight at Mrs. Newman, hoping to convey that it would not be alright and though she appeared frail, this school would not hold her back. With practiced monotone she said, "I am so elated that the oppurtunity to attend this facility was generously granted to myself." Offering her pale hand to the principal for a firm shake, surprising considering the appeareance of this young lady, she proceeding to remain silent.

[Holly]

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[/b] She could go on and on with this topic, but she decided not to. Then she pointed to the Ms. part on her sign. "Ms. Newman, thank you." She smiled again, so good at it now that it looked real.

At the voice of the new student she looked in her direction. She sounded... Well, not excited. Atleast, to be HERE, of all places. Ms. Newman decided not to say anything about that. She decided to change the subject instead. "And what might your name be?" she asked sounding like she truely cared with all of her heart.
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A wry frown marred her face. It was completely opposite of the pleased smiles of her parents, they were probably glad to be rid of her. An adult actually addressing her though, how quaint. Perhaps hedgepigs flew around the building of this school. Of course the principal had to ask a question like 'what is your name.' Of all the topics in the world, like backcountry snowboarding, or triathalons, her name seemed important. With an obviously bitter air she replied, "Arabella Grace Minette Le'Bordeaux." As always, she was able to put some anger into her monotone formulated especially for adults. What kind of name was Arabella Grace Minette anyway? Just another stroke of paint on that beautifully crafted mask her parents tried to force onto her.

[Holly]

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[/i] she thought. Very long indeed. She cleared her throat and took the papers back into her possession. "Would you like to room with another student?" she asked, changing the subject. Usually meetings were either sad, happy, or mad. Depending on if the student actually wanted to be here. But this... Well, this student just seemed bored. She also mad Ms. Newman slightly uncomfortable. Have to keep an eye on this one... And Sheba... Who else is a trouble maker? Her mind started to become off topic, so she blinked it back into reality.
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(I'm offended!)

[Holly]

(XD)

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(pfft,Ms. Newman is just jealous ^^)

Tempted to wave her hand in the air in front of the principal's face in order to freak her out, as other methods did not seem to be working to her standards, she thought of a reply to throw off this annoyingly calm teacher. "If it pleases you, then you may place me with another." she said stiffly. There, sufficiently flustering. Who knew, there was a whole couple years to knock this administrator of her rocker, then to another boarding school she would be.

[Holly]

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[/b] Finally, she smiled at that. "I'm so pleased to meet all of you and I hope that you have the most pleasant learning experience here as possible." She smiled again, dismissing the family with her hand.
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Nodding with cultured grace, Mr and Mrs. Le'Bordeaux made their exit. "It had been most wonderful. Thank you Mrs. Newman for your assistance."They remained forgetful of her correct title even in their leave. Before closing the door behind her parent's Arabella took one last look around the office-room and sighed. She was terribly sad under her anger, terribly terribly sad.