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My secondary school was a little odd. It was a boarding school, mixed, and specialised in sports. I always wondered why, since it didn't seem like any of us were excellent, or even anything approaching good, at sports. Alright, I'll admit that a few people were good at sports, but certainly not enough to warrant us being a specialist sports school. It just didn't really make sense. Although that was certainly odd, that wasn't entirely the reason that our school was weird. It had excellent results, but it was incredibly cheap for a boarding school. It wasn't particularly popular or even well known but there seemed to be an array of students from all sorts of different backgrounds and countries.
There were students from the depths of Inner Mongolia, to the sunny shores of California.

All of these students attended this small boarding school in England. I mean, sure England has great education and everything, but Inner Mongolia? Extreme much really. But either way, for a little known school it has rather disproportionate far reaches. I only knew about it because I was trawling around looking for cheap schools. I was smart enough to get a place in a private with the addition of a scholarship, but many of them were still far too expensive, and I really wanted to get out of home so I really wanted it to be boarding. Then I found Halley's Boarding School. It was undeniably cheap and I somehow managed to get a testing place. What was even more astounding was that they gave me a full scholarship without thinking twice and even paid me to come. I thought they were really desperate for students. It turned out there was a catch.

When I arrived for my first day, they had me sign various papers for my admittance and on one I noticed it was a life insurance form. That got me a little worried but perhaps it was just school regulations. This was confirmed by the receptionist who noticed me looking rather worriedly at paper. I felt a little reassured that it was just a formality rather than anything in particular and continued to sign the multiple sheets of paper. When that was finally finished, I was shown to my room by a rather gloomy girl with long, dark, lank hair. She didn't say a single word and as soon as we reached my room she vanished. Well that was certainly friendly. I'd somehow managed to bag an entire room to myself, which was not only spacious but also came with its own shower. Talk about lucky!

I wanted to explore the school, and I'd been given a map, so I dumped my stuff and started to run around finding everything. It was a surprisingly big school, quite remote and out of the way. I felt a little out of place. As I ran around I was clearly on my own, but everyone else had their own friends and groups and stuff. Not only that, but people were glaring at me like I was dangerous. It was freaky. Before I got far with exploring, a girl approached me, saying that the headmaster was looking for me so he could have a chat with me. I was kind of glad that I got pulled away from finding out about the school grounds because it was really starting to get uncomfortable, all these stares and accusatory atmosphere.

When I got to the headmaster's office, I was feeling quite relaxed. There was practically no-one in the area and the girl who brought me was far nicer than the rest and seemed to be quite chatty at that too. We talked about all sort of rubbish about ourselves and what we liked, disliked and all that. Her name was Lilian and she as a year 12. That made her only two years older than me, which was quite surprising as she looked far more mature. I had thought she was a teacher. It was an unusual start to my boarding school life, but things had perked up. Then they came crashing back down.

When I entered the headmaster's office there was a nice relaxed atmosphere and he greeted me with a smile. Things looked good so far. At least he liked me. He was nice o talk with and he asked me all sorts of things about how I'd found the school so far. Then he threw me completely by telling me about my purpose in the school. Apparently this was actually a school for vampires but a select few humans were allowed to enter each year. The reason these humans were allowed to enter? We were practically bait. In the modern world, it was difficult for a vampire to get by if they didn't control their instincts properly, so in each year there were a few humans to teach the less human students to control their instincts. It sounded pretty reasonable until I remembered bout the life insurance.

At this point there was a slightly awkward look upon the headmaster's face as he scratched his chin. As it so happened, the less human of the students were not always great about controlling their instincts and 'accidents' did happen sometimes. That was it. I wanted to get out as fast as I could and never turn back. It explained the looks on the faces of all the other students as I passed by. They must have been itching to get their hands on me a suck out every last drop in my body. I could see the point of the school, and it was admirable and everything, but sure as hell was I going to have by blood taken by some uncontrolled fool. I was already anaemic; I didn't need the extra strain. However, to get out of the school I would need to pay the deposit back and guess where that had gone. My mother had spent it all. I was screwed and now I had to stay at this hellish school until the end. The chances of me meeting any of the other human students were nil too. They were all in hospital with anaemia. How am I going to last? Stupid, crappy fate.

I somehow managed to last it out all the way until year 12 and now here I was still, but now thinking about university. My time to leave this hell hole was so close. I could feel the breezes of freedom beckoning me to take a step out and I was going to run for it. In the three years of my being here so far, I had no friends and had been to the hospital at least twenty times. I stopped counting after the fifth time in my first year. My mum didn't seem to notice anything which was the worst part really, but I was nearly gone, so it was okay. It wouldn't even matter if I didn't get into university as long as I could escape. Let me now pray for the best for the future and that I'll survive until the end.

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My secondary school was a little odd. It was a boarding school, mixed, and specialised in sports. I always wondered why, since it didn't seem like any of us were excellent, or even anything approaching good, at sports. Alright, I'll admit that a few people were good at sports, but certainly not enough to warrant us being a specialist sports school. It just didn't really make sense. Although that was certainly odd, that wasn't entirely the reason that our school was weird. It had excellent results, but it was incredibly cheap for a boarding school. It wasn't particularly popular or even well known but there seemed to be an array of students from all sorts of different backgrounds and countries.
There were students from the depths of Inner Mongolia, to the sunny shores of California.

All of these students attended this small boarding school in England. I mean, sure England has great education and everything, but Inner Mongolia? Extreme much really. But either way, for a little known school it has rather disproportionate far reaches. I only knew about it because I was trawling around looking for cheap schools. I was smart enough to get a place in a private with the addition of a scholarship, but many of them were still far too expensive, and I really wanted to get out of home so I really wanted it to be boarding. Then I found Halley's Boarding School. It was undeniably cheap and I somehow managed to get a testing place. What was even more astounding was that they gave me a full scholarship without thinking twice and even paid me to come. I thought they were really desperate for students. It turned out there was a catch.

When I arrived for my first day, they had me sign various papers for my admittance and on one I noticed it was a life insurance form. That got me a little worried but perhaps it was just school regulations. This was confirmed by the receptionist who noticed me looking rather worriedly at paper. I felt a little reassured that it was just a formality rather than anything in particular and continued to sign the multiple sheets of paper. When that was finally finished, I was shown to my room by a rather gloomy girl with long, dark, lank hair. She didn't say a single word and as soon as we reached my room she vanished. Well that was certainly friendly. I'd somehow managed to bag an entire room to myself, which was not only spacious but also came with its own shower. Talk about lucky!

I wanted to explore the school, and I'd been given a map, so I dumped my stuff and started to run around finding everything. It was a surprisingly big school, quite remote and out of the way. I felt a little out of place. As I ran around I was clearly on my own, but everyone else had their own friends and groups and stuff. Not only that, but people were glaring at me like I was dangerous. It was freaky. Before I got far with exploring, a girl approached me, saying that the headmaster was looking for me so he could have a chat with me. I was kind of glad that I got pulled away from finding out about the school grounds because it was really starting to get uncomfortable, all these stares and accusatory atmosphere.

When I got to the headmaster's office, I was feeling quite relaxed. There was practically no-one in the area and the girl who brought me was far nicer than the rest and seemed to be quite chatty at that too. We talked about all sort of rubbish about ourselves and what we liked, disliked and all that. Her name was Lilian and she as a year 12. That made her only two years older than me, which was quite surprising as she looked far more mature. I had thought she was a teacher. It was an unusual start to my boarding school life, but things had perked up. Then they came crashing back down.

When I entered the headmaster's office there was a nice relaxed atmosphere and he greeted me with a smile. Things looked good so far. At least he liked me. He was nice o talk with and he asked me all sorts of things about how I'd found the school so far. Then he threw me completely by telling me about my purpose in the school. Apparently this was actually a school for vampires but a select few humans were allowed to enter each year. The reason these humans were allowed to enter? We were practically bait. In the modern world, it was difficult for a vampire to get by if they didn't control their instincts properly, so in each year there were a few humans to teach the less human students to control their instincts. It sounded pretty reasonable until I remembered bout the life insurance.

At this point there was a slightly awkward look upon the headmaster's face as he scratched his chin. As it so happened, the less human of the students were not always great about controlling their instincts and 'accidents' did happen sometimes. That was it. I wanted to get out as fast as I could and never turn back. It explained the looks on the faces of all the other students as I passed by. They must have been itching to get their hands on me a suck out every last drop in my body. I could see the point of the school, and it was admirable and everything, but sure as hell was I going to have by blood taken by some uncontrolled fool. I was already anaemic; I didn't need the extra strain. However, to get out of the school I would need to pay the deposit back and guess where that had gone. My mother had spent it all. I was screwed and now I had to stay at this hellish school until the end. The chances of me meeting any of the other human students were nil too. They were all in hospital with anaemia. How am I going to last? Stupid, crappy fate.

I somehow managed to last it out all the way until year 12 and now here I was still, but now thinking about university. My time to leave this hell hole was so close. I could feel the breezes of freedom beckoning me to take a step out and I was going to run for it. In the three years of my being here so far, I had no friends and had been to the hospital at least twenty times. I stopped counting after the fifth time in my first year. My mum didn't seem to notice anything which was the worst part really, but I was nearly gone, so it was okay. It wouldn't even matter if I didn't get into university as long as I could escape. Let me now pray for the best for the future and that I'll survive until the end.