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A Whateley Academy Tale

One woe doth tread upon another's heel

by Phoenix Spiritus

 

One woe doth tread upon another’s heel,
So fast they follow.
Gertrude, Hamlet, William Shakespeare

 

As the car slowed and turned, she couldn't help but tense. Unconsciously gripping her seatbelt tightly, she held her breath. Through the gate the car went, past the guardians and the wards. Eyes narrowed to a glare she waited, tensed to react, but there was no alarms, no disturbance, no response from the wards at all.

Head down hiding, her eyes blazed an expression of arrogant disdain as the car passed without issue through the gates. She was back! Cowering was over and she had a list, oh did she have a list! Nikki Reilly, Don Sebastiano, her former 'master', they were just the beginning.

Careful to keep her face turned from the others in the car, she sat apparently docile as they accelerated down the drive of Whateley Academy. Her sneer, the blaze of triumph in her eyes, all obscured as she exulted, speeding ever onwards to reclaim her destiny.

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A Whateley Academy Adventure

Veni, Vidi, Cutie

by Elrod

 

(Note - this story is a sequel to "All the King's Horses", which should be read before this story to fully understand what led up to Veni Vidi Cutie.)

 

Saturday, June 2, 2007 - Evening
Arena 99 Sim Suite, Whateley Academy

"You have to attend the debrief, Lindsay," Deputy Security Chief Samantha Everhart said firmly but gently to the distraught girl in one of the sim suites.

"I ... I can't," Lindsay mumbled, still sitting in her sim chair, her cheeks glistening as she stared dejectedly at the floor.

"Come on, Lindsay," Sam urged again, "every team faces a sim like this. It's part of life."

The girl sat motionless, sobbing softly and not responding, so Sam offered her hand. Like a zombie, Lindsay allowed herself to be pulled up from the sim chair and led down the hall toward the briefing room.

Inside the room, Lindsay barely glanced around, enough to note where her Wondercute teammates and the Star League Junior team members were sitting - and apparently only so she could sit apart from them - just like all the Wondercute members were. Of their opponents, Dredz sat somberly, frowning. If it hadn't been in the sim suites but in the arena, he'd have been very badly injured by Misty, and he knew it. Psymod seemed detached, an almost clinical expression on his face that was unreadable, and when he thought Lindsay was looking at him, he dropped his gaze instantly. Lily's head hung down, her expression grim and her own cheeks moist. And Ashley? Ashley was missing, gone who-knew-where. Lindsay envied her, wishing that she, too, could avoid what was sure to be a painful debrief.

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A Whateley Academy Tale

Diamonds Are a Vamp's Best Friend

by Bek D. Corbin

Part 3


Monday, April 9, 2007
JADIS

It was Seven o’clock in the morning, and there was a picket line out in front of my house.

Again.

I hate it when there are picket lines outside my house. The neighbors, who are frosty even for New Yorkers, get downright snotty if they have to put up with chanting idiots with signs.

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A Whateley Academy Adventure

The Best Days of Our Lives

by ElrodW

Part 3

It's a winding road
It's a long way home

So don't wait for someone to tell you it's too late
Cuz these are the best days
There's always something tomorrow
So I say let's make the best of it
So don't wait cuz no-one can tell you it's too late
Cuz these are the best days

There's always something tomorrow
So I say let's make the best of tonight
Yeah let's make the best of tonight
We'll make the best of tonight
Here comes the rest of our lives

Best Days
- Graham Colton

Sunday, July 1, 2007 - Early Afternoon
Chicago O'Hare Airport

I couldn't help but look around as we rode the little intra-airport train from Terminal 3 where we'd arrived on an American Airlines flight to Terminal 5, where we'd meet Ayla for our flight on Air France. I didn't say it, but I was worried about Ayla getting there because in the past, the MCO had screwed with his flights, and it wouldn't be unlike them to mess up his flight from LA to Chicago this time, too. When we landed, though, Addy had a text message - actually several - from Ayla; he was in the Air France lounge waiting for us.

Our chaperone, Twinkletoes - Walt Reynolds - sat a few seats down from us on the train, watching us without being obvious that he was watching us. Across the little car from Alicia, Addy, and me were three boys - probably around seventeen or eighteen - who were trying to look cool, to impress us no doubt. One - probably the leader, judging by his pose and clothing and the deference the other two seemed to give him, was openly staring at me. We were doing our best to ignore the creeps, but their suggestive comments and gawking were getting unnerving.

I couldn't deny that our boots - the calf-tight, sexy, snakey-hide boots - were attracting their attention, and thanks to Mom's nagging, we were all dressed quite nicely. She would not let "her girls" travel looking like bums. As a result, we looked a lot sexier than almost every other girl in the terminal - and yes, I had to admit that I probably looked sexy.

I'll give the leader credit for being cool; he smiled and slid his sunglasses up on his forehead in an obvious smooth 'move'. "You look kinda foreign, kinda exotic, like a model," he said smoothly.

"You're the foreign one, paleface," I shot back very sarcastically.