Sunday, March 30, 2014 | By: Drotuno

Masen Manor Chapter 9 & Pics

Chapter 9
October 2001
The sound of shattering glass made me sit up. I struggled in my covers, knowing and feeling that I was dreaming, but I couldn’t wake myself up. Knowing I was in a dream was what made them that much scarier, because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t change anything.
I wasn’t in my room at Masen. I was in my bedroom back in Boston. The moonlight beamed in through my window, causing the simplest things like furniture and a laundry basket to cast strange and eerie shadows across the floor. Staying perfectly still, I listened to the house. The sound of the ticking clock on my wall, the sound of a car’s radio driving by outside, and finally…the creak of the sixth step coming up from the living room.
Tears filled my eyes because I knew what was next. I’d wait, I’d run across the hallway to my parents’ room, and I’d relive it all over again. Unable to stop, I watched my own feet slip down to the floor and cross my room as my hand reached for the doorknob.
Darting across the hallway, I shoved open my parents’ bedroom door. I froze when two figures yanked my father from his bed.
“Bella, run! Scream!” Dad yelled, but his voice was stopped short when the blade sliced across his throat.

Sunday, March 23, 2014 | By: Drotuno

Masen Manor Chapter 8 & Pics

Chapter 8
October 2001
With a smile, I closed out Chelsea’s email and opened one from my mother. I shook my head slowly as excuse after excuse filled my screen. It seemed that since I’d come to Masen Academy, my mother and stepfather finally had time to do the things they’d wanted to do. It seemed I’d been a weight on them, and they were free – so free that they’d been late with my birthday gift that had come a week late. The earrings were still in their box and tucked away in my trunk. And this time, travel would take Mom and Phil away for the week of Thanksgiving. I didn’t even care where, so I closed the email before finishing it.
Alice’s head popped up from the book she was reading on her bed in our dorm room. “Don’t sweat it. You’re not the only one staying at school that week. My parents can’t afford the train ticket for Thanksgiving and Christmas, so I stay.”
Smiling, I glanced over at her. “Good to know.”
“Besides,” she chirped, getting up and coming to sit on the edge of my bed next to my desk, “the dining hall makes a helluva turkey! And no classes for a week, so we can go into Hunter’s Lake, chill out in here, and pretty much have the run of the place. There are usually a handful of us that stay behind.”
Chuckling, I nodded. As fun as that sounded, I’d been looking forward to seeing Chelsea and going home for a week, but it looked like that wouldn’t happen until Christmas break.

Sunday, March 16, 2014 | By: Drotuno

Masen Manor Chapter 7 & Pics

Chapter 7
September 2001
“It’s so fucking unfair,” Jessica whined, and I could feel her eyes on me across the library. “I get a C for my oral book report, but the freak over there gets an A. She didn’t even have to get up in front of the class.”
“Jess, she can’t speak,” Tyler pointed out, rolling his eyes.
He’d lost patience with her ever since they’d been busted by Edward a few weeks ago. I’d overheard him tell her that he couldn’t afford to get into trouble. He was here on scholarship, and he wasn’t going to mess that up. And Lauren stopped hanging out with them altogether. She was sitting across the room with Eric Yorkie. Apparently, the skeletons in their closets that Edward had threatened them with were scary enough to shut them up.
“Yeah, silence is golden, Jess,” Mike taunted her. “You should try it and shut the fuck up every now and then.”
She threw a book at him, but he knocked it away with a laugh.

Sunday, March 9, 2014 | By: Drotuno

Masen Manor Chapter 6 & Pics

Chapter 6
August 2001
The little town of Hunter’s Lake looked like a postcard. It wasn’t anything big or special or busy. It simply was a small lakeside town that seemed to make its living on the students and staff of Masen Academy. The shops and restaurants were housed in buildings that looked like they’d been around forever. And I think that was probably part of its charm.
Jacob pulled the large van up to the curb, turning to face us. “You guys have until three o’clock, and I’ll pick you back up right here.”
He had some sort of checklist as we stumbled out of the van, and he eyed us all as we walked past him.
Once Alice and I were clear of eavesdropping ears, she linked her arm in mine. “Tell me!” she hissed in a whisper.
Chuckling, I tapped her temple in a tease.
“Shut it!” she said with a laugh. “So did you leave it? Did you see anything?”
Shaking my head no, I gazed over at her with a sad expression.

Thursday, March 6, 2014 | By: Drotuno

Masen Manor Chapter 5

Chapter 5
August 2001
You’re not weak. And you are safe here.
Those words made my fingers twitch of their own accord on the top of my desk. My eyes raked around me, narrowing on students, teachers…everyone. Someone had read my journal. And not only had they read it, but they’d had the audacity to write in it.
The two short sentences rattled around in my head constantly. I’d memorized them, the feel of them, even the color of them. Whoever had written them had beautiful handwriting…and a heavy hand. They’d left an impression through almost to the back of the notebook. It was almost full, but still…
With every assignment passed forward, every paper that came my way, I looked for penmanship that matched, only to come up empty. Most of the boys in my classes had the normal messy script, where most of the girls’ were curly and silly, some using little circles for dots. But there was no one with a flowing script like the one in my journal. It looked old, almost like calligraphy, but it was obviously a regular pen. The ink was almost like my own.

Sunday, March 2, 2014 | By: Drotuno

Masen Manor Chapter 4 & Pics

Chapter 4
August 2001
The infirmary was just down a long hallway from the dining hall, and the path was quiet on a Saturday morning. I left behind the school side and entered into more of the administration offices. I passed by a woman at a desk, typing away at a computer, and found the door with Dr. Cullen’s name on the outside, knocking lightly.
A man’s voice sounded from the other side. “Come in.”
Opening the door slowly, I peeked in. Standing at a desk with a file in his hand was an extremely good-looking man, with blond hair and hazel, almost golden eyes. His smile was warm, friendly, reminding me of Mrs. Cullen.
“Ah, you must be Isabella Swan,” he greeted, walking to me. “I’m Dr. Carlisle Cullen. Please, come on in.” He sat down behind his desk after gesturing to one of the chairs in front of it. “Have a seat. My wife says you prefer the name Bella. Is that correct?”
I smiled and nodded.