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Love has no expiration date

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After the death of her parents, Isabella's grandparents decide to send her to a boarding school in the United States to make her "more lady".

What they didn't know was that there would be everything in that boarding school, except ladies.

What will happen she arrives at the boarding school?

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Chapter 1: "Introduction"
   I am awakened by my grandmother's damn screams.    I introduce myself, my name is Isabella. In a presentation you have to say more than just your name genius.    I'm sorry? Who are you? Your conscience, heart. I was always here but you never paid attention to me, at last you do.    I feel crazy. Maybe you are, maybe not.    Well let's continue.    My name is Isabella Stevens, I am from Argentina and I live with my grandparents because my parents passed away. I have an older sister named Arantxa but I didn't see her in a long time because she went to live in the United States. A long time ago we were united but with as we grew we got further and further away, and more when he moved.    I think my grandparents don't like me very much, maybe it's just my guess. Or maybe not.    Let me.    Now I'm going down to breakfast. "Hello darling" my grandfather says to me, this is strange because they never told me darling. "Hello" "Let's have chocolates for breakfast" my grandmother speaks now. "Great" I'm practically drooling. "We have something to tell you" they speak at the same time. And here comes the bomb.    Hey maybe it's a good thing. Okay? They are your grandparents. They are these grandparents. When did they tell you something good? Or did they do something good for you?    Well I understood your point.    I see a plate waving in front of my face. "We are talking to you!" shouts my grandmother. "You always go that way, I don't understand". "Sorry" I whisper. "We were saying that you are going to move to the United States. You must learn to be more educated, to be a young lady".    Ok I'm moving to the United States ... I'm moving to ... WHAT? That you will move to the United States.    Yes, I heard. I told you it wouldn't be a good thing.    The next day I wake up, yesterday they gave me the news and today I travel. They told me they didn't want to tell me earlier because I was going to react badly. And yes, if they want to move me from city, country, they will take away my friends and everything!    Well, technically I have only one best friend who is the one I care about and the only one I tell. "I'm going to miss you so much, what am I going to do without you?" she tells me while we talk on the phone. "And me? My God, I'm going to need you so much. I'm going to move to a country where I'm not going to meet anyone". "Doesn't your sister live there?" "Yes, but I have no idea where. In addition I will literally be interned in a boarding school worth the redundancy".    After talking for about an hour, my grandparents call me because we have to go.    I can't believe it, I don't even know if it's legal for them to do this as a minor. "Good luck on the flight" they speak at the same time.    I don't even greet them when I get on the plane.    After landing, when I enter the airport, I see that there is a man holding a sign with my name. They told me they were going to do this, he will take me to the institute.    I think for a few seconds whether to go with him, or go somewhere else to live my life, totally, the man does not know me, he only knows my name. It sounds tempting.    I know, it sounds tempting but I can't, I don't have money and I don't know anything about the city, I wouldn't know which way to go.    I give up and slowly walk towards him, walk towards a man I don't know with a sign that has my name written on it, they could kidnap me and nobody would know. "Isabella? " he asks when he sees that I am the only person approaching him. "Yes sir in a suit, let's go to hell" I answer what he laughs, I don't like it but I think there is a good chance that he is better here than there with my grandparents.    We go the whole trip the silence, if we do not count my damn conscience. Maybe it's not that bad.    May be. How negative.    Oh, the one who said to me from the start said that they would say something bad. Well but they do, that is, they are your grandparents.    Well Roberta. Roberta?    Yes, since I will have to listen to you every day I will call you Roberta. It could be worse.    No, it couldn't.    We arrived at what seems to be the institute, because otherwise I see no reason to have stopped here. It is very, very huge, I can swear I have never seen such a large school. Is it because it is a boarding school? Everyone sleeps here, so they need the rooms and everyone has classes here because of what the classrooms need.    Oh that's true, yes, that must be why it's so big. I know.    The man who brought me here helps me with the suitcases by carrying them as he walks beside me. What a kind gentleman.    He does it because it's his job, but he might be nice so I accept it.    Upon entering right away there is a group of girls who look me up and down and above me wrong. Who do they think they are? I just entered, and are there already people I dislike? This cannot be serious please. Yes ... maybe you won't have a better time here than there as we thought.    You shut up. Well.    Thank you.    They are all blondes and to tell the truth they seem operated, perhaps they are not, perhaps they are, but the thing is that they must be the famous plastic works that they always refer to in the books I read, and from what I have read Also and from the way they looked at me I feel that they are going to make my life impossible, even more if that is even possible.    At the reception they give me the keys to what will be my room and make me go alone, apparently pleasant subjects, except for the man who brought me, he continues to walk by my side with my suitcases and remains silent, he likes me even though I don't have the slightest idea of his name.    I go up and it is a room with three beds, apparently I will have two more companions. I hope from the bottom of my heart that it is none of those below.    I go in and arrange my things in the bed I choose, that's the best part of having arrived first. Meanwhile I analyze every detail of my new room, a place where I will live alone until I graduate, alone with my colleagues but also alone without family.    When I opened the door to go out and inspect everything, I bumped into someone whom I cursed under my breath.

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