Meredith Green is an eighteen year old girl who is, to be honest, pretty lazy. She has no idea which direction her life is going to take, and, quite frankly, doesn't care. She gets the opportunity she needs to turn her life around, however, in the form of a completely unexpected call from a Specialist University, offering her a place among their ranks. With no other options, Meredith is forced to attend, along with her best friend Charlie Samuels, who also received a mysterious phone call. From the moment they enter the huge manor house, Meredith starts developing odd symptoms and strange suspicions about the teachers. Also, the two brothers who own the manor, Jeremiah and Noah, seem to act weird around the pupils in particular. She is determined to find out the truth, despite the mystery illness she seems to be coming down with. However, is the truth safe? Can Meredith handle the shocking facts about everyone around her that she loves and trusts?


6. The Packing

The last week or so has been so hectic and choas-filled that I can hardly remeber a thing about it. Everything I did was done in a whirlwind blur, whether it be packing or washing or writing or researching. Most of the things I had done I'd done next to my best friend, Charlie, who had obviously finished packing about a week before I had even thought to get my trunk down from the attic. Although she was mischievious, bad-tempered and, at times, scatter-brained, she was always the most organised and precise person I'd ever met (including Jenny, my step-mum - she was to obsessed with her painting to be of much help). Luckily, it had been fun sorting through all my belongings when I did it with Charlie - she had made it seem like a big game; we laughed at all the ridiculous things we found buried right at the bottom of my wardrobe, like the time we found a note sent from me to Charlie asking her whether she was really best friends with me or not. Now, our friendship is so strong and faithful that no-one, not even new people in town, questions our relationship any more.


"Hey! Charlie, put that back! Aw, c'mon, that's my diary!" I yelled over at Charlie, crestfallen, as I looked up to see her curled up on my bed, reading eagerly through the pages of my diary with an expression of hunger on her face. I sighed and rolled my eyes, standing up and untangling myself from the pile of junk surrounding me, before sitting next to her and reading the page she was on. It was marked 26 April, 1999, and read My Birthday in scribbled, badly spelled handwriting.


Dear Diary, 

Firstly, I would like to say hello. It's my birthday today, and as a present from Momma and Daddy I got you. I hope I can confide everything in you, even when I'm old and grey like Grandma. Secondly, I want to tell you about my best friend. She's the best and most brilliant friend ever, but we have to be friends in secret because of the mean girls and boys at the nursery who tease me and pull my hair. My friend's called Charlotta, but everyone calls her Charlie, even the teachers. You might want some more information on me, and what I like and dislike. So here's a lot of important things that you should know about me.

Number one) My whole name is Meredith Green, but I have a big family whose real name is long and Italian. 

Number two) I love animals, and I want to be a unicorn vet when I grow up.

Number three) I love to write stories and read books with my parents. 

Number four) My favourite animal is a unicorn.

Well, I hope I will write in you every single day of my life. Goodbye diary!

Meredith (you can call me Merry) xx 


I smiled wistfully, gently prising the book from Charlie's hands, and flicked through all the entries. I had written in about three quarters of the book, most of the entries about a week apart. I had never been good at keeping diaries. Charlie grinned and threw it down, jumping up again and bouncing over to my huge pile of clothes.

"So.... shall we get started?" she asked, in a much better mood now that it wasn't so early. I nodded and made my way over to her, picking up various items and scrutinizing them thoughtfully.

"I like this top, Charlie. What about you?" I called over to her, holding out a faded blue Superdry T-shirt. She cocked her head, narrowing her eyes. Sighing, she took it in both hands and held it against my body, seeing how it looked.

"Well.... OK. But I like these jeans more; they really suit you!" she laughed, chucking some black leather jeans over her shoulder at me. I took one look at burst into laughter, knowing I'd never wear them in my life. I packed them nevertheless, though, as Charlie told me, in amongst laughter, that boys "digged chicks in leather", as the guys in town said. I wouldn't exactly call the boys in our city boys; they were more like disgusting, dirty-minded, heart-braking neanderthals. Charlie and I had such a good time packing and preparing and going out into the city centre to buy loads of new gadgets and gizmos that I almost looked forward to university. 



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