|  Author | Topic: The Plot (Read 448 times) |
Cassandra "Melody" Milton
Administrator
Year 11
member is offline
![[msn]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/msn.gif) ![[aim]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/aim.gif)
![[homepage]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/buttons/www_sm.gif)
Joined: Oct 2006
Gender: Female 
Posts: 103
Karma: 1 |  | The Plot
« Thread Started on Oct 22, 2006, 6:12pm » | |
Kingsbrooke Academy is squatted on a small patch of green grass in the city of Carsontela. Despite the city’s sky-high crime rate and gang problems, the inhabitants try there best to make certain areas bright, cheerful and safe for their children. The Kingsbrooke Academy was such an area, neatly paved, tree lined streets lead up to the main building, with its air conditioned corridors, labs full of high tech equipment, and plenty of up to the minute modern classrooms. Sounds like something out of a brochure doesn’t it? Well, like any good brochure, I’ve conveniently left out the bad bits. The bits they don’t want you to know about. The graffiti stricken walls, the broken lighting, the blocked off girl’s bathroom on the top floor, and the death of Angel Meadows…
It was a day much like any other for Miss Harlington, fresh out of college, and in her second term of teaching at the school, she was sat down behind her desk, sipping from a mug of steaming coffee, and grading essays submitted by her year 8s that morning. Suddenly, a small drip of clear liquid fell down form the ceiling, and landed in her coffee. This was closely followed by another, and another, until a whole stream of them was tumbling down onto her desk. As Miss Harlington looked up to her ceiling, her mouth fell open in shock at the sight of the huge wet patch that had formed there; the water was coming from the floor above. She quickly slipped the half marked essays into her bag and left the room, taking the first staircase on her left, going up to the girl’s bathrooms. A steady flow of water was seeping out under the door, and Miss Harlington had half a mind to call for the caretaker, but after hearing a crash from inside, decided to check it out for herself first. Slowly, she opened the door, and let out a piercing scream at what ever she found inside.
To this day, no one knows how Angel Meadows came to be hanging form the ceiling of the girl’s bathrooms on the top floor of the school. The official police report said that she had killed herself, but many disagreed: Angel was a cheerful, happy girl, always ready to lend a hand, and help anyone who needed it. Angel Meadows wouldn’t have killed herself, they said, she was murdered.
And Miss Harlington? No one quite knows for sure. Some say the shock put her in a mental home, other say she left the country, but a few, a few say that she saw too much – and met the same fate as Angel Meadows…
But, what happened happened and, after being closed for a few months, the school was re-opened. After an even longer period of time, the school board finally found a teacher brave (some may say stupid) enough, to take the position of Head Teacher.
Some of the old students returned, others transferred, too scared of the schools past to return, and as always, more and more new students flocked through the schools open gates, either unphased by or unaware of the school’s past.
|
![[image]](http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a71/Heather--James/melodybanner.gif) |
|
Cassandra "Melody" Milton
Administrator
Year 11
member is offline
Joined: Oct 2006
Gender: Female
Posts: 103
Karma: 1 | | Re: The Plot
« Reply #1 on Apr 30, 2007, 7:52pm » | |
Taken from Melody's app
Timing is everything. If Cassandra Melody Milton had been born an hour later, she would have been twin number two and, more importantly, younger than her twin brother, which would have been bad, real bad. Being the eldest had way to many perks to even contemplate giving it up. Getting to go first for everything, bossing the younger twin around, and teasing them endlessly (as is an older sister’s birthright…). Combine that with being the only girl out of three siblings and you get guaranteed parental adoration, which can get you practically anything… except a halfway decent name.
Melody had been singing for as long as she could remember. For as long as she had been able to speak she had been joining in with whatever song was on the radio, and even before she had leant to speak she used to hum as best she could. It seemed music ran in her veins; when she had started playing the drums at the age of four, beating along in time with the music had come easily to her, and when she got a guitar for her eight birthday that hadn’t posed much of a problem for the budding rock star either.
From there it had only been natural for her to audition for the school rock band when she first started Kingsbrooke Academy it seemed only natural that she should audition for a spot in the school rock band, getting accepted for vocals easily. It was here, at her first lunchtime rehearsal in the music room, that Melody met Angel Meadows.
After a term Angel and Melody were inseparable, they always sat together in class, they went shopping together at weekends, and gigs almost every Friday night. But it was in the music room that they would really click. Sure, Melody was a pretty amazing singer, but when she and Angel sang together, the effect was mesmerising. When the band’s long-term lead vocalist graduated the following year, no one had been surprised when Melody and Angel had taken over in his place, singing together in perfect harmony performance after performance.
But in late July of the girls’ fourth year at the school something happened that was completely out of character for both girls. A blazing row broke out one evening when the girl’s were coming home from the cinema. No one is quite sure what started it; neither girl would say, but it ended their friendship once and for all. Melody quit the band, refusing to be in the same room as Angel, let alone sing with her.
Who knows, after a few weeks whatever it was that had caused the drama may have blown over and they may have called a truce. But neither got the chance for, no less than nine days after their argument, Miss Harlington had been sitting behind her desk, drinking coffee, and marking her year eight class’ essay when water began to drip for the ceiling.
Let me guess, your waiting for Melody to become overcome with grief, descending down into the depths of depression, over come with anger and guilt at the fact that she had never been given the chance to apologise to her friend. Well, if you did, then you would be wrong. Not a single drop of waster has been seen to drop from Melody Milton’s eyes, nor a sorry cry to come from her lips. She attended her friend’s funeral clothed in black, her face utterly expressionless as she stood motionless in the church, not once taking her eyes off the rich wooden coffin a the front. Her actions have been regarded by many as highly suspicious – it’s not natural for someone to remain so calm after loosing someone so close to them. Some will openly implicate her in the murder; others say she was so past caring about her former friend that the death had simply had no effect on her - as though it were the death of a stranger. Yet, by far the most likely cause of her silence is that she is bottling her grief up inside her, refusing to let it affect her or control her emotions. But if that is the case, then she won’t be able to keep it inside forever, and there are many people that, upon her return to the school for the start of the next term are waiting, watching, for her to finally crack.
|
|
| |
|
![[Search This Thread]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/search2.gif)
![[Send Topic To Friend]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/buttons/sendtopic.gif)
![[Print]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/buttons/print.gif)
Logged