The School of the Outcasts

When all the outcast students of schools around the world are sent to one place to learn what will happen? Welcome to Duchannes school for those who excel in fine arts. This boarding school has also been the home of student Blake Johnson for several years now and things get a bit stirred up for her when four new kids arrive at Duchannes....


5. the turning point


Blake's Pov


“So, I can’t really follow on that. I mean, not as artistically. You guys must have more to you than the arts, do you not?” Serena asked.

“I am killer amazing at all video games.” Michael grinned.

“I play a bit of football.” Calum murmured.

“What position?” I chirped.

“Striker.” He said with a bit more confidence. Striker? Oh, not American football, but soccer!

“I get every girl I please.” Luke grinned and put his arm around Serena. She elbowed him sharply in the chest, but he refused to move. “I like her.”

“She doesn’t like you, though, mate. You have better luck with the blonde.” Ashton laughed.

“To hell he does!” I feistily added. What was this sudden confidence burst?

“Nevermind.” Ashton whimpered and then snapped several pictures with his camera. “BLake! You are an absolutely stunning model!” He remarked. “The color on your cheek and the passion in your eyes mixed with a certain fear of life itself! You can’t pay people to look like that!”

“Don’t mind Ashton. He’s a bit of a loon. I like he got too much a whiff of my paint and never went back the same. He simply is the exact image of a tortured artist.” Michael laughed.

“I’m not crazy!” Ashton whined. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“I was only teasing, Ashie. You just get so excited when it comes to you and those pictures.”

“It’s my life, Mikey.” We talked for hours about many of things, and Luke took quite the beating from Serena, but wasn’t phased. Soon it was close to curfew, and we called campus management to take the boys to their apartment complex across the way.

“Do you like them?” Serena asked earnestly.
“I have no earthly idea.” I stated in awe as he four left the room. The moment the door closed I felt a piece of me missing. I no longer felt complete. I didn’t like a single one of them, however. They were strange and off-putting and positively awkward, but so was everyone else at the school. My emotions were already conflicted, and my mind already boggled. This was the turning point of my times here. The time I felt desperate to get to know the band of Aussies they were soon to ruin my life.

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