1. A Bad Surprise Gets Better


So, I sent this to my friend to edit and she didn't reply, if you have any comments please feel free to comment them! All criticism is welcome. This isn't the way I typically start a story, but I wanted to try something new! The first chapter is very long but after that I expect they'll get shorter...Thanks!! ~BarelyBeastly :D




I met the love of my life the same day I almost got expelled.

It wasn’t my fault. (Although I’m sure my poor choice in friends had something to do with it.) My “friends” Ashley and Audrey (twins) (everyone calls us Triple A: my name’s Amber) put itching powder in Mr. Penny’s wig—excuse me, toupee.

It was a scene right out of a movie. His scalp turned bright red and he practically ripped his wi—TOUPEE off.

It was so totally cliché that I couldn’t contain myself. I laughed so hard that I fell out of my seat. So naturally, Mr. Penny thought it was me who did it.

Like I said, it’s not my fault. I just have problems with laughing at completely inappropriate times. I also have balance problems.

But now I was sitting in the designated spot, the “seat of shame” as we Peach Blossom Academy-ers called it.

“Miss Wilde?” A mousy timid-looking secretary poked her head out of the doorway. “The headmistress will see you now.” As I got out of my seat, she snaked herself back around the counter-top separating me and her, her fingers gripping it so tightly that her knuckles were white. I rolled my eyes slightly. She was acting like she was afraid of me. It was ITCHING POWDER, for God’s sake! It wasn’t like I had MURDERED anyone. As I walking past she pressed her back up against the wall as far as it would go. I bared my teeth and growled at her. She whimpered pitifully.

The door to Headmistress Blue’s office was shut. I hesitated before knocking. As far as I knew, she was extremely lenient about giving out expulsions and suspensions, but you never knew. After I’d picked myself up from the floor and was about finished laughing, I noticed Mr. Penny’s face turned about twelve shades of purple and red. Which, of course, set me off again.

I was rolling on the floor, laughing so hard I could barely breathe, when he sent me out of the room. I sort of half-crawled out, still unable to stand up. As the door closed, I caught a few concerned glances from my fellow classmates, but the one thing I really noticed was that Ashley and Audrey were talking to Mr. Penny. I was satisfied that they were fessing up to the crime.

I finally decided to knock on the door, and Headmistress Blue opened up immediately. “Ah, Amber,” she said, smiling at me. The corners of her eyes crinkled up with smile lines and she smoothed down her silvery hair. “Please come in and sit down.”

The headmistress of our school was really more like a doting old grandma than a principal. I half expected her to bring out a plate of cookies and offer me two. Or ten. But apparently, Headmistress Blue could be all business when she wanted to. This was one of those times.

“I was surprised,” she finally said, “when I heard about the”—she pursed her lips—“incident with Mr. Penny. Before today, I don’t believe I’ve ever had you in my office before.”

I nodded yes, glancing around to all corners of the room, trying to take it all in. There was a wall completely of pictures of the graduating students, every year she had been here. (There were A LOT.) There was another wall of diplomas, and awards she had gotten. A third wall consisted of a few windows, looking out on the courtyard, and a fourth was file cabinets.

“Which is why I was surprised,” she continued. “Seeing as you’ve never been…involved in anything like this.”

I nodded vigorously. Best she thought I was an angel; then she might not go down so hard on me. “I didn’t do it.”

Crap. That made me sound defensive, like if I had done it.

She smiled, giving off the impression that she got responses like that all the time. “I don’t believe that you did, either,” she confided, leaning in conspiratorially.

My mind was on a fast track, though, and an auto response had already been placed in my mouth. “You have no proof! Wait, what?”

Headmistress Blue’s eyes twinkled merrily for a moment. Then her expression went serious. “Oh, really? But we have to witnesses.”

Excuse me?”

“Yes. They went and told Mr. Penny, after you left. But, for obvious reasons, they wish to remain anonymous.”

My brain went haywire. Anonymous? Proof? WITNESSES?

They were lying. You can’t witness a crime that hasn’t been committed.

“Mr. Penny wishes to have you expelled.” Headmistress Blue said it calmly, without a hint of emotion, the eye twinkles gone.

Expelled? But it was only one time!”

“You have to understand, Amber, that Peach Blossom Academy is a very shaded school. We have about 1000 students, grades six through twelve. Not very large. It is a very exclusive school, and people are anxious to get in, not out. So incidents like this do not happen very often, and when they do, they have to be dealt with very swiftly.” She stood up, inviting me to leave, and efficiently—but politely—shoved me out the door, telling me to wait until my parents got there. She had already called them.

So it was all an act. Headmistress Blue was never my friend, even though she’d acted like one. Hmph.

I numbly walked out of the office, past the nervous secretary, and to my designated spot, the “seat of shame”. But to my utter surprise, it was taken.

The boy in there grinned up at me. He had black hair, and blue eyes.

I knew who he was, of course, but I’d never actually spoken to him.

“What’d you do?” I blurted out rudely. (Don’t even get me started on my Blurting Issues.) But thankfully, he only grinned some more, and motioned to the seat next to him. “Captain’s meeting. Headmistress Blue wants to meet with the captains of all the sports teams and clubs.”

I took a seat next to him. “You’re captain of..” I guessed, but knowing him, it was probably right. “Basketball?”

He nodded. “And soccer. And hockey. And lacrosse, actually.”

“Ri-ight.” I drew out the word. It was a conversation ender.

I plopped down in the seat next to him, trying to look busy by examining my orange-paint-chipped nails.

This was Shadow Masters, the legendary guy with a legendary name.

Apparently, he had like eight siblings or something. His parents were millionaires: his dad was a software designer, and his mom a clothes designer, and the younger siblings were all adopted.

Everyone in the Masters family was a genius at something. Shadow’s twin sister, Chance, was a regular old science-math-language arts-social studies-et cetera genius. But Shadow himself was an athletic genius or something. He played a GAZILLION sports and was AMAZING at ALL of them. He didn’t have any classes with me, but I was in the advanced class for language arts with Chance.

“Your sister’s nice,” I said abruptly. (Remember the Blurting Issues?)

He laughed. I liked the sound of his laugh. It was strong. “Oh, really? Which one?”

He knew, obviously. What other sister could it be?

“I have like five, you know.”

“Chance,” I said. “I have a few classes with her.” I refused to talk after that, and he didn’t say anything, either. So we lapsed into an uncomfortable silence.

“What’d you do?” Shadow finally broke the silence.


“You asked me. It’s only fair that I ask you, too.”

“Well..” I hedged. I didn’t want him to think I was a bad kid, or anything like that. “I allegedly put itching powder in Mr. Penny’s wig.”

“ ‘Allegedly’? Sounds suspicious. And it’s a toupee,” he added as an afterthought.

“Well, everyone THINKS I did it. But I didn’t. I’m just taking the blame, because I laughed at him.”

“You laughed at him?”

“He looked ridiculous!” I defended myself. “And now I’m getting expelled.”

“Expelled?” He mused over this for a second. “And you say you didn’t do it?”

“Yeah, but they have two witnesses.” I deflated. “But witnesses can lie, right?”

Shadow nodded, furrowing his brow and mulling it all over. Finally, the secretary called him in, too, in about the same she had received me. I watched on in disgust. That lady needs to grow a backbone. Or get a different job.

Shadow was in there for about fifteen minutes, but my parents still hadn’t arrived. It wasn’t a surprise; they worked in the city, about an hour and a half away.

“I did what I could,” he said, sitting down next to me, speaking out of the corner of his mouth, and trying to stare ahead. “No expelling. A month detention, tops. And your parents aren’t coming.”

Shadow grinned a crooked grin, waiting to see my reaction.


“Yep,” he nodded. “Headmistress Blue loves me.”

I laughed. “Thanks, Shadow.”

“Anytime. Although, this was a one-time thing, right?” He glanced nervously at me.

“Yes! I swear.”

He turned to leave. “Oh, and she told me the names of the witnesses..started with the same letter. Ring a bell?”

I nodded, processing this.

“Cool.” He grinned quickly, turned and jogged off.

Same letter...of course.

I had always expected them to stab me in the back. It was always more Ashley and Audrey! than Ashley and Audrey and Amber!, but I didn't think they would do something THIS big.


Expulsion or not, Triple A was now certifiably DOUBLE A.

Count me out.



So, do you think I should change this into two chapters so it's easier to read, without a ton of writing? Just wondering, thanks! Is this totally boring? Please tell me!!! ~BarelyBeastly:D

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