Wellington Academy [Plot]

[Alicea Scotts]

An icon of perfection,
Cast upon the wall,
We try to reach the point of idol,
Until the very day we fall....

Rule Number: One Zillionth

• --- Basically what this is saying - don't do anything to screw up the school. Don't do drugs, don't smoke, don't drink, don't have sex. Because if you do, you'll be labeled as a mess up kid and sent back home. Pity that this is our way of life.....

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Wellington Preparatory Academy for Boys and Girls is the picture of perfection. It seems like the grass is always bright green and the sky is always cloudless and blue. It's almost like a postcard picture waiting to happen - from the huge mansion you see and it's immaculate grounds. The rooms are decorated fashionably, appearing in magazines quite frequently. Even the students are the best of the bunch! They're either all filthy rich, impossibly beautiful or have an intelligence to match Einstein. The school's been one of the earliest schools still serving on the country. Kids from all different parts of the world come here to get educated and because it's also one of the wealthiest schools around - their education is also top notch. Everyone wants to be their friends, everyone wants to be with them, basically everyone wants to be them. They look like they've got it all. But what may seem perfect on the outside, couldn't be farther from the truth....

These kids, people find 'perfect' role models of young women and men in society, are actually total brats. They're used to getting everything they want, whenever they want. And if they don't get it, be aware that they will pull tantrums. They smoke, drink, hold secret parties, bend the rules entirely, just because they want to. It's not like the staff can do anything to enforce the rules to them because after all, they can't exactly get kicked out can they? Not after half of their parents paid mini fortunes to the school so they could add even more buildings to it. Not after most of them are usually even more important than the teachers themselves. The teachers know that they can't handle these self-assured teenagers no matter what. Yet some of them actually want to work - actually have to work to stay inside the school. And that was when the board of the school got a new idea, decided to take a new approach. These scholarship kids - the ones that were looked down in their classes by their classmates for being less fortunate than them, were the ones who were truly perfect. They asked for more donations, to be able to fund even more kids who wanted to get a solid start in their education. And soon, the hall ways were filled with last, last year's fashions on the scholarship students.

You could just guess that some of the other students didn't like this. Didn't like it at all. They were the ones who belonged here, the ones who had enough money to come here. Who cared if they learned one thing or not? This was their place, the place that their ancestors had practically built. That's when the war started to happen. Random, mean things happened to the scholarship kids. One time, they sent out a flier announcing it was beach day - half the scholarships came to class wearing just a swim suit in the middle of the winter. But things steadily climbed uphill from there. Everything around the school just became more tense. The teacher's just wanted to try and teach the brats something, but what they got was a full out bloodshed between the classes of society. The last straw was when at an upper class party..... a someone pulled out a gun and killed a popular, football player. Nobody knew who did it, or if more people were too be killed because of something stupid.

Wellington Academy? A place of perfection? Where dream can come true? Or is it all a mere mask the school puts on to hide everything that's going beyond the doors? Are you to become just another pawn in a game of power? Or will you excell to something more?

Everything goes behind closed doors at
Wellington Preparatory Academy for Boys and Girls

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