Prodigies and Checkmates

Tomorrow... God. My writing... It has somehow slipped through the cracks of my mind.

 

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Sorry folks, still braindead

 

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Winston.

Every dilligent young person's dream to be accepted there.

The elegance reflected off those over-polished windows, the students' eyes almost piercing through your soul.

Of course, only the most gifted would be accepted.

Other than a scholarship, you would have to be über rich.

And Guinivere, wasn't über rich, far from that. Oh no, she came here with a music scholarship. A very gifted pianist, she was. She could play Bach in her sleep, she could play Beethoven blindfolded.

Potential was written all over her delicate face.

Her passion for that musical instrument led her to Winston.

It was miraculous, the chance to go to such a prestiguos school given to her, for playing one of Bach's masterpieces in her former school's concert. It was well earned, yes, and everybody approved.

She had only peered over her mother's shoulders, staring at brochures with pictures of Winston on them.

Never did the thought of actually seeing it in real life occured to her.

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WINSTON! WINSTON.

The school of my dreams! I stared out of the train window, the landscape making me gasp. We were in the country side!

My eyes fluttered as I looked at the animals there, grazing the grass. Everything was so peaceful...

I clawed at the glass, frustrated there was something seperating me from... From... This.

The beautiful scenery, I was always a sucker for that. My mom once took me to the Louvre in France, and I nearly cried when seeing the beautiful artwork. Shame that the Mona Lisa had once been replaced with a fake. The graceful touch on the lips were magnificent... Truly a genius, Leonardo. A Jack of All Trades.

I've always been interested in art... Literature, music, you name it. It captivates you.

Speaking of which, I took out my notepad and began sketching. The shading, the texture, everything... Capturing the soft feel of the sheep's wool, and the sweet aroma wafting outside the train.

And most of all, the sheperd's smile.

A blush had instantly crept its way to my cheeks, as he gave me a wink before the train whizzed by. I swore I blinked once then touched the window when he wasn't in my field of vision anymore.

"..."

I frowned. His lips were open at the time, I knew it.

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"Arriving at Winston!"

The cab stopped, and I climbed out, paying and giving the driver a tip. He smiled before taking off. I was alone.

Not literally. Students were huddled together, and I clutched my luggage tightly.

"... Hey! Is that the new girl?"

"... Those shoes are so last season..."

I blinked again. It felt so awkward, being the object their eyes were scanning. I couldn't breathe, everybody had their eyes on me. That was, until one of the prefects pushed past the crowd and told everyone to go away. I took a much needed gulp of breath before turning around, thanking her.

The girl in front of me was at least two inches taller, with blonde hair, and most typically, blue eyes.

"Hello! You must be the new girl!"

Oh, how I wished everybody automatically knew my name.

"I'm Denni! Short for Denise! Denise Carroway."

I shook hands with her. She was absolutely stunning, hair in pigtails and she had side bangs.

"Oh, I'm Guinivere Versace..."

"Italian?"

"Oh, my great great great great great grandfather was."

"Ooh! Cool!"

She was very chipper, as she lead me through the hallway and into the office.

"See you sometimes! Maybe you'll be my dormmate! EEEK!"

She squealed before running away, obviously in a happy mood.
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"Guinivere Versace?"

I stepped into the office.

"Hello, Ms. Versace. I take it you're new here to Winston? With a scholarship?"

I nodded. The secretary eyed me warily, before resuming the conversation. The tension suddenly started growing, and I moved around in the seat, suddenly uncomfortable.

"Ah, yes. Music scholarship?"

"Yes."

She eyed me again. It seems as though she's suspicious or something...

"I take it you know the behaviour protocol, Ms. Versace?"

I flinched.

"Of course!"

She nodded before scribbling something down.

"Well. Good to know. Here's your schedule."

She handed me a sheet of paper and I took it.
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I felt dizzy. The convo with her certainly didn't go that well. It's like she's uncertain around me... While I feel like a prey and she's the predator!

I stumbled over to the next hallwy until I bumped into someone.

"Oh!"

Both of us fell on our bums, and it hurt. A bit. I looked up to see a boy, black hair and blue eyes. As if on cue, he walked away without offering a hand. I guess I'm alone in this world. I grinned inwardly, the exaggeration making me giggle a little.

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There. =_=

 

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"The infamous chess prodigy, Ivan Von Vandeviere?!"

I blinked. Chess prodigy? HIM?

"Wha—"

"Oh, Guinivere! I can't believe it! HIM?!"

That makes the two of us, Denise! I couldn't think straight. My lips were pursed, and I racked my head to get it running.

"What's up with him?"

"WHAT'S UP?! HE'S THE HEIR TO THE VANDEVIERE FORTUNE! HE REPLACES BODYGUARDS EVERYDAY, HE'S OBNOXIOUS AND A BRUTE!"

"I take it that you two had an argument?"

"WORSE! HE KNOCKED MY TRAY FULL OF FRESH BAKED COOKIES AND DISAGREED ON THE PRICES THEY HAD ON THE MALL SALE!"

"What? Mall sale?"

"Student council stuff..."

I nodded absent mindedly. I bit my bottom lip, and as we were walking to our next class, she stopped.

"Oh. It's time for lunch! Silly me!"

She covered up her embarassment and marched the other way, her hand clutching mine a little too tightly.

"Ow! Easy on the grip!"

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