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We all stood in the drive, staring up at the beautiful countenance of our new home.
"It's like a manor," breathed Char.
"A mansion," sighed Dee.
"A castle!" cried Darren. Fred and Leon were speechless.
The so-called "house" my five best friends and I would be staying in was actually Sacreveille, which I inherited from my batty, French great-Aunt Louise. The woman loved me, and set aside everything she ever had for me. I felt a bit sad, because I was away from everythign I'd ever known. We'd had to move to the French countryside from our homes in Chicago to be here.
Sacreveille was huge and beautiful. It was incredibly modern. Everythign was perfect. We explored and found a computer in every room, laptops for everyone, and loads of other amazing things I never knew my aunt had. Yet still, somethign felt hollow. It was as if I wasn't really seeing the whole picture. Where was I?
"Hey, Bella, let's go take a spin in the golf carts!" I turned to see my friend, Leon Fores, smiling at me and waving two heavy sets of keys. "C'mon, Bee. You look so depressed. Let's go race through the garden." Don't lose your cool, I coached myself. Be strong, just nod. I nodded and took one of the sets of keys, then jumped into a cart. I'd had a crush on Leo since grade school. With an exchanged look, we were off, racing through the gardens.
After a while, our radios began beeping. We slowed the carts to a stop in the middle of a meadow full of swaying grasses (still on grounds) and answered at the same time, "Hello?"
"Oh my gosh, Billy, you have to see this!" It was Dee, or Dion Lockeharte. She was one of my best friends ever.
"See what, Dee?" I asked urgently.
"Get down to the Great Hall, NOW!" screamed Charlotte, Dee's twin sister and my OTHER best friend. Leon and I put down our recievers, exchanged a worried glance and sped back toward Sacreveille, fearing the worst.
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What say you all? Shall I continue?!
 ChelsZEE · Thu Jul 28, 2005 @ 12:33am · 1 Comments |
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