Amanda Wert

Amanda Wert

I trudged through the glimmering, white snow, each crystal sparkling in the warm buttery sunlight, but all of the beauty was ruined when it soaked through my boots and into my thick wool socks. I was on my way to The Dawny School of Arts where I would join one of the most prestigious bands in Colorado. I, Amanda Wert, used to live in New Orleans until we visited Colorado on a Ski Trip. Sadly my parents liked Colorado so much that they decided our family would live here. I was okay with the idea (I didn’t have any friends in Louisiana) until I found out we were going to be staying in a one-bedroom cabin in the middle of nowhere, even though we could afford a mansion. Obviously I applied for the DS of A immediately.


At the DS of A I would get to play my clarinet, which had been my pride and joy for 4 of the 14 years I’ve been alive. I was the best in the state and that is probably the only reason I got in, I hate to admit it but my grades are, and will be, barely passable. Don’t get me wrong I’m actually pretty smart, I just don’t fell the need to push myself to get A’s.


I sighed, “This school is probably filled with smart-donkeys and spoiled rich kids, and they don’t even have a bus, how am I supposed to haul all my clothes!?”


“They don’t have a bus because Dawny is a boarding school, you do know that don’t you?” a voice said from next to me.


“Huh?!” I said, turning my head to see a boy next to me. He had muted red hair with choppy ends that sat limply next to his chin. His pale skin was penetrated by a burst of freckles that ran across the bridge of his nose, and his icy-blue eyes softened his sharp chin and other features. All in all he was very attractive.


“Heh, I’ve been walking next to you for a while you know,” the boy said sticking his hand out, “My name is Eric Moor, what’s yours?”


“Um, Amanda Wert,” I replied shaking his hand.


“Nice to meet you.” Eric said, we walked for a little while when he said, “So, what kind of monster are you?”