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This is the prologue of my novel. It happened 2 years before the real story takes place.
Please tell me what you think of it. Honest answers only please. I mean, if you think it's garbage, tell me. I'm willing to edit it.
PROLOGUE
I was there, sitting in the place I never imagined I would be in a million years; the place where all the troublemakers go; the place where they would all be seen last; and the dreaded place where the dragon woman lurked- the principal’s office.
It was carpeted grey and the walls were white as a clean sheet of bond paper. Not a tiny speck of dust could be spotted. Her office was huge that a small inflatable pool could fit inside. Mrs. Cornell had her antique desk at the farthest side of the room, near the windows overlooking the quadrangle. She had this newest version of computer, the one that recognizes thumb marks. It would be so cool if I weren’t so afraid. Two wooden chairs faced each other in front of her desk and a sofa, which was covered in leather stood near the door, just incase more than two troublemakers are sent to her office at the same time. But mostly, her office was full of shelves, lots and lots of shelves. It was probably to keep the files organized, the permanent records, I mean. For me, it was more of a dark and scary lair, a cave to be exact. The tall shelves looked like they were alive and stood there, preying. I heard howling and gnawing from below the floor. But, it must just be my imagination. You see, when you are in these kinds of places, the silence haunts you and your brain goes wild. I never thought that a mere office could scare me like this.
It was cold and my nervousness seemed to make the place colder. I sat on one of the chairs and waited for her reaction. The suspense was killing me and I just hoped we would be done with it. I just hope she’d believe me.
At last, Mrs. Cornell looked up and faced me, her eyes looking as sharp as always. “Brooke Hagens, is that right?” she said while holding the report I gave her.
“Yes, ma’am” I answered hoarsely and held on to my skirt.
“And your year?”
“I’m in the first year”
She examined the paper again then suspiciously looked at me. “Are you sure about this?” Mrs. Cornell asked. Of course I was sure! I was there, peeping from outside the window when they stole Amie’s locket. That was the last thing her mom gave her before she died and I was there too. I just can’t let my friend cry while the thieves remain unpunished. I had to make a stand to show them what’s right! I had to! “Hagens, I asked you a question.”
“Oh, uh, yes…” I was starring at the floor for so long that I forgot about our interrogation.
Mrs. Cornell took a sip of coffee and started again. “You’re pretty brave, approaching me like this. Was that a threat? I wasn’t sure. The old witch was just trying to scare me away like she does all the time. “Quite a little snoop, just like me…” she murmured and smiled while writing something on a piece of paper. ‘Snoop’? What does that word mean again? I couldn’t remember but all I know is that she is wrong. She is always wrong. Accusing innocent students is wrong. Everything about this school is all wrong.
“I’ll work on this case later. I do have many things to do, you know” she said. Silence filled the room again. It was just like earlier but I was more comfortable now. I didn’t know why but I just did. “Would you like to help me maintain the order in this school?” she grinned. It was more like an order than a question, the way she said it.
“In what way?” I replied, thinking that if I were to accept, everything will become right.
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is it okay? Please cite the mistakes if that's alright with you. Thanks!
Please tell me what you think of it. Honest answers only please. I mean, if you think it's garbage, tell me. I'm willing to edit it.
PROLOGUE
I was there, sitting in the place I never imagined I would be in a million years; the place where all the troublemakers go; the place where they would all be seen last; and the dreaded place where the dragon woman lurked- the principal’s office.
It was carpeted grey and the walls were white as a clean sheet of bond paper. Not a tiny speck of dust could be spotted. Her office was huge that a small inflatable pool could fit inside. Mrs. Cornell had her antique desk at the farthest side of the room, near the windows overlooking the quadrangle. She had this newest version of computer, the one that recognizes thumb marks. It would be so cool if I weren’t so afraid. Two wooden chairs faced each other in front of her desk and a sofa, which was covered in leather stood near the door, just incase more than two troublemakers are sent to her office at the same time. But mostly, her office was full of shelves, lots and lots of shelves. It was probably to keep the files organized, the permanent records, I mean. For me, it was more of a dark and scary lair, a cave to be exact. The tall shelves looked like they were alive and stood there, preying. I heard howling and gnawing from below the floor. But, it must just be my imagination. You see, when you are in these kinds of places, the silence haunts you and your brain goes wild. I never thought that a mere office could scare me like this.
It was cold and my nervousness seemed to make the place colder. I sat on one of the chairs and waited for her reaction. The suspense was killing me and I just hoped we would be done with it. I just hope she’d believe me.
At last, Mrs. Cornell looked up and faced me, her eyes looking as sharp as always. “Brooke Hagens, is that right?” she said while holding the report I gave her.
“Yes, ma’am” I answered hoarsely and held on to my skirt.
“And your year?”
“I’m in the first year”
She examined the paper again then suspiciously looked at me. “Are you sure about this?” Mrs. Cornell asked. Of course I was sure! I was there, peeping from outside the window when they stole Amie’s locket. That was the last thing her mom gave her before she died and I was there too. I just can’t let my friend cry while the thieves remain unpunished. I had to make a stand to show them what’s right! I had to! “Hagens, I asked you a question.”
“Oh, uh, yes…” I was starring at the floor for so long that I forgot about our interrogation.
Mrs. Cornell took a sip of coffee and started again. “You’re pretty brave, approaching me like this. Was that a threat? I wasn’t sure. The old witch was just trying to scare me away like she does all the time. “Quite a little snoop, just like me…” she murmured and smiled while writing something on a piece of paper. ‘Snoop’? What does that word mean again? I couldn’t remember but all I know is that she is wrong. She is always wrong. Accusing innocent students is wrong. Everything about this school is all wrong.
“I’ll work on this case later. I do have many things to do, you know” she said. Silence filled the room again. It was just like earlier but I was more comfortable now. I didn’t know why but I just did. “Would you like to help me maintain the order in this school?” she grinned. It was more like an order than a question, the way she said it.
“In what way?” I replied, thinking that if I were to accept, everything will become right.
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is it okay? Please cite the mistakes if that's alright with you. Thanks!
