Take Me Away

One her 18th birthday Arianna receive a letter in the mail. It is her parents' will entitling her to £10,000.00. This was her chance to leave her rotten parents (ones that adopted her) that abused her and mistreated her. Since she's always wanted to be a singer, Arianna applies to her dream school, (not real) Union Music Academy. It was fairly new, but popular. But when she goes, she doesn't expect to meet Zayn Malik from One Direction...and fall in love with him?


3. First day


I sluggishly get up from my bed and notice how bright it is. I stretch, feeling fully rested, and walk over to the door. I open it, rubbing my eye and say, "Yes?" A girl stands before me. She is beautiful. Her dark hair, shiny and healthy looking that ends just a few inches above her rear, with it's bangs clipped up on top of her head. Her brown eyes, though very dark, shine at me like her friendly smile. She's wearing a baggy t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts. "Good morning!" she says. "Cute pajamas, blue looks nice on you." I look down at my royal blue and white plaid bottoms and my royal blue top that says 'Night' on it. "Thanks... How can I help you?" I say. "Oh sorry, I'm living next door and well my bathroom shower isn't working, so I was wondering if I could use yours?" she says, giving me a pleading smile. I smile back and let her in. "Thank you! By the way, my name is Neveah," she holds her hand out for me to shake. I take it happily. "I was supposed to some down later to show you around, but I figured I'd just meet you now." She let out a laugh then head for the bathroom. I smiled. She seemed nice. Had a nice name too. Neveah. 

I decide to make my bed while I wait for the shower. I finish quickly so I organize my school bag and then gather some clothes to wear. I choose a long sleeved black shirt and black jeans. Then I choose on my pair of black, high-top Converse. I'm going to be wearing a lot of black, but it's okay. Neveah steps out of the shower and says, "Sorry for the wait, I left hot water for you. Right now it is 7, so if you could be done by 8 I can show you around before class starts and we can even grab a bite to eat." I nod at her with a small smile at rush myself to finish my shower. 

I come out of the bathroom with semi-wet hair (towel dried it) to see Neveah on my bed. She's wearing white capris, tan moccasins and a brown tank top. She looks at me and blushes a bit. "Sorry, I went into your closet, thinking it was my room and saw that you have barely any clothes. I need to take you shopping soon," she says as if we are best friends. I can't help but let out a little laugh. "That would be so helpful to me," I say. She smiles more comfortably and stands up from the bed. "Ready?" I nod at her.

She slowly takes me around the school. Neveah shows me the gym, the pool, the library, the classrooms, the instrument rooms (she says I have to get an instrument since its mandatory that every student has one), the auditorium, and the 5 studios in the school. Each have a different purpose. Studio 1 is for singers who are beginners (like me), Studio 2 is for the amateurs singers, Studio 3 is for the more higher ranked singers, Studio 4 is for instrument use only, and Studio 5 is used for the school radio. Neveah also mentions that Studios 5 and 4 are for guest singers who sometimes visit the school. So far Leona Lewis, Natasha Bedingfield,  the band All Time Low, and Taio Cruz have visited the school a few months back. Neveah says that there is going to be another band coming soon, but she doesn't know who. 

We walk around for a while, and Neveah takes me to the cafeteria to get some food. "The food here is free during the morning, but you have to pay for lunch and dinner," she explains to me. I wonder if it's as bad as school lunches. "Don't worry though, the food here is absolutely delectable." I smile and give a sigh of relief. We each grab a tray and look at the food choices. Everything looks so fresh and good. I grab a bottle of milk, an apple, and a kiwi-strawberry parfait. Neveah grabs a croissant, a little spread thing that says 'Nutella' on it, and a bottle of orange juice.

We go over to a small table in the corner of the cafeteria and eat while getting to know one another. I told her everything about my past and about my life with my adoptive parents and she stares at me, a bit of shock is displayed on her face. But I don't feel like its something I really need to keep. Besides, Neveah seemed really cool.  "Wow, you're life sounds cooler than mine," she says, sounding a bit sad. "I just came to this school to be a singer and to get away from my parents who want me to be oh so perfect." She takes a bite into her half eaten croissant as I finish up my milk and parfait. We continue to talk a bit more when we heard a ringing noise. "That's the bell," we have 15 minutes to get to class," Neveah says. I pull out my timetable from my backpack. "Oh, I also checked your timetable and notice we have all of the same classes," Neveah says smiling at me. "C'mon I need to get my guitar." I follow Neveah to the instrument room and she gets her guitar, an acoustic one, from a locker that was against the wall in the huge room. There were lockers on the walls and then five rows (front and back) in the middle of the room. There were two bodyguard like figures in the room to watch the instruments. Neveah closes the locker (#548, there are like 1,000 in the room), and then leads me to our class.

So the classes here are so weird, nothing like I would expect. You have a different teacher everyday of the week, no classes on the weekends unless a teacher wants the class to come. Since today is Friday (I know, weird day to have your first day of school), I have Mr. Letterman. He's a tall man, looks about 28, and resembles Alex Gaskarth from the band All Time Low, but with reddish dark brown hair and steel grey eyes. He's lean, maybe 5'9" or 6'. He is wearing a dark grey tight T-shirt and black skinny jeans with a pair of black Converse, same as mine. He has tattoos on his arms, and lip piercings and ear piercings. But he looks nice, pretty attractive too. 

"Ah, you new pupil," he says as soon as he spots me. Neveah leaves me to take a seat in the front row of the room that is large, maybe half the size of the instrument room. It's very plain with one wall that is all glass the looks out to the campus and the rest are just plain white. "So, once the class comes in I'll have you introduce yourself then you can take that seat next to Neveah." I nod and try to swallow my spit. I was a bit nervous, but the feeling passed when everyone sat in their seats and looked at me. They gave me stares, but they weren't really like 'who's this chick?' kind of stares, they were curious, friendly stares. Inviting. Welcoming.

"Alright class, this is the new pupil," Mr. Letterman says then gives me a small, kind of wicked smile. I almost immediately frown, knowing he's about to say something I am not going to like. "So, pupil, as we do so in my class, we introduce the pupil by having his or her peers ask them some questions." I saw a sea of hands raise. "Go on, pick somebody." I point at a dark skinned girl with curly, short, hazel hair. "I'm Alanna, what's your name?" she says. "I am Arianna Ledelle," I say with a shy smile. Then I point to a boy with tan skin, black hair, and green eyes. "I'm Garret. Who's your favorite singer?" he asks. I stand there and think for a moment. "It would have to be Katy Perry," I says confidently. I point to a blonde haired girl  who is wearing a floral pink romper. "I'm Sydney. What's your favorite color?" she says while chomping away at some gum. "Blue," I respond. The questions go on and on until I remember I haven't called on Neveah. "Goodness Arianna, my hand was getting tired," she says, and I let out a soft giggle. "So what instrument do you play and do you sing?" I  look at her. This was a question I was waiting for. "Well, I know how to play piano, and ukulele, but I am best with an acoustic guitar. And I can sing a bit, but I'm not very good," I say blushing a bit. 

Then Neveah held her guitar out to me. "Sing us something!" she says to me happily. I fel myself freeze. I'm not ready to do that just yet. I look at the teacher. "Every student here has done this," he says with his evil smile. I take hold of the guitar and instantly get a feel for it. "What do you guys want me to play?" I ask. "How about 'I Haven't Met You Yet,' by Buble?" Mr. Letterman suggests. "Okay," I say, feeling a bit relieved and start to tune and strum the guitar. Then Mr. L brings me a stool which I happily sit on. I start to play the guitar and then take a deep breath ready to sing.

"I'm not surprised, not everything lasts

I've broken my heart so many times, I stopped keeping track
Talk myself in, I talk myself out
I get all worked up, then I let myself down

I tried so very hard not to lose it
I came up with a million excuses
I thought, I thought of every possibility

And I know someday that it'll all turn out
You'll make me work, so we can work to work it out
And I promise you, kid, that I give so much more than I get
I just haven't met you yet

I might have to wait, I'll never give up
I guess it's half timing, and the other half's luck
Wherever you are, whenever it's right
You'll come out of nowhere and into my life

And I know that we can be so amazing
And, baby, your love is gonna change me
And now I can see every possibility

And somehow I know that it'll all turn out
You'll make me work, so we can work to work it out

And I promise you, kid, I give so much more than I get

I just haven't met you yet

They say all's fair
In love and war
But I won't need to fight it
We'll get it right and we'll be united

And I know that we can be so amazing
And being in your life is gonna change me
And now I can see every single possibility

And someday I know it'll all turn out
And I'll work to work it out
Promise you, kid, I'll give more than I get
Than I get, than I get, than I get

Oh, you know it'll all turn out
And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you kid to give so much more than I get
Yeah, I just haven't met you yet

I just haven't met you yet
Oh, promise you, kid
To give so much more than I get

I said love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
(I just haven't met you yet)
Love, love, love, love
Love, love
I just haven't met you yet"

The class starts clapping for me just as I finish. A few people whistle and I hear Neveah scream loudly. "Thanks," I say. Then the class gets quiet, except for the sound of clapping from the door. We all turn to see a handsome young man standing there. I've seen him somewhere. His black hair with orange streaks in it. His beautifully chiseled face with dark, yet attention-grabbing eyes. He's dressed in an OBEY t-shirt and grey skinny jeans. His shoes are black Nikes. The stranger from last night! But what was he doing here?

"Ah Zayn Malik," Mr. Letterman says. I hear a few girls squeal (including Neveah). "Sorry class, forgot to mention that Mr. Malik of One Direction was joining us today." A bunch of girls practically jumped out of their seats to get a better look of the boy. They were squealing and screaming like fangirls, until I ruined the noise with a stupid question.

"Who's Zayn Malik? What's One Direction?" I felt myself blush as everyone's jaws ever practically hanging down to the ground.


(*** Note: I'm going to write in past tense now because past tense is easier for me to write in***)


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