Ok, I'm writing a story, and this is just a random chapter that I picked out from it. I was just wondering whether this is good? Thanks. And by the way, it isn't set in greek/roman times. Like, the modern world. Please check it out, and write what you think! Thanks! The car journey was awkward, to say the least. All we did was listen to my dads 80's songs. After about 3 hours, we finally pulled into the gates of Sais Boarding School. My parents bid goodbye to me from the car, leaving me to try and juggle 3 suitcases. Yes I know, they're lovely, right? "Love you!" I called out, as they drove away, and turned to face the main building. I had to admit: it was damn fine. The walls were white marble, showing off the suns glare. There were a pair of massive brown oak doors, coupled with big brass handles. At the top of the building, there was a huge clock, all of the numbers imprinted in black onto the cool marble, with the hands ticking around it. On either side of the main building were two other buildings, the same design as the main school, but one about 2/3 of the size, and the other about 1/5. These must be where the dorms are. As I struggled closer to the white marbled building, on the other two, I noticed two words. 'Nelphina' on the larger one, and 'Morges' on the smaller. However, strangely enough, the words weren't in English, but I managed to understand them. In the end I just shrugged it off. 'Must be an ancestors language that I have inherited.' I silently decided. I made my way over to the section that had 'Administration' imprinted above it's door. I walked in, leaving my bags outside. As I began to walk up to the desk, hands appeared on my hips, and I stopped. It felt like electricity was shooting through me, just from this beings touch. "Hey there gorgeous," a voice purred in my ear. I couldn't speak or move, just stood there. "I'll show ya around," the same voice almost cooed. Finally, I remembered the art of speech. "Oh, th...thanks, but I really need to get my schedule." I couldn't believe it. Me, Lailah Pierce, Waterloo High's own Mrs Player, stuttering over a stupid guy. Wow, I'm out of practise. "Ok, I'll be waiting outside. I can't wait." Just as I turned around, he did too. Great, I don't even get a look at my new major crush. I collected my schedule from the office lady, as she smiled warmly at me, informed me where I would be staying, and reassured me that I could come to her with any questions. I regained myself, forced a flirty expression onto my face, and confidently strutted out of the office. Mr. Hotty was standing leaning up against a wall. And boy did his name suit him. He had dark brown hair, which occasionally fell into his eyes. He was tall, very tall, about 6' 4", which made him that bit sexier. He had almost grey eyes, and perfect lips. He was wearing low slung jeans, and a '911 for girls' t-shirt, which showed his perfectly toned abs off amazingly. All in all, he was gorgeous, but you could tell that he was Mr. Player, and one to not let touch your heart. Once I was done looking at him, I touched my chin and lips, making sure I hadn't drooled. But then I noticed something. He was checking me out too. I smirked. And then relaxed. My confidence had returned. I sauntered up to him. "Hey," he said oh-so-casually, what seemed like lust filling his face. "Hey," I responded just as calmly, "so, whats your name?" "Me?" he asked. I nearly burst out laughing. It was a duh thing, and I felt like saying 'No Sh*t Sherlock'. But I refrained myself. "My name is Blake, Blake Tyson, beautiful girl. And yours?" he seemed a bit disappointed, as I didn't show any response to him calling me 'Beautiful Girl'. "Mines Lailah Pierce. Nice to meet you," I said, hurrying to change the subject. Introductions are always so awkward. "So, I'm dorming in the Morges building. Think you could show me there? My room is 276." The best way to get a guy wrapped around your little is finger is to act interested, but actually have them do everything for you. It makes them feel like a gentleman, which they think impresses you, which then entices them into you even more. It works every time. "Sure beautiful girl, right this way," Blake said, walking off, taking all three of my bags. See what I mean? He's trying to impress me. But, as much as I hate to admit it, he is, and already has impressed me. Things are about to get a lot more interesting. So please write what you think! And I won't be posting any others. I'm just writing a story, and I would like some random peoples ideas. Thanks!