guard to get closer.
“May I help you , ma’am?” the guard asked politely.
“Yes, we’re scheduled for a visit today. Our names are Mona West and Whitni Ballentine.” The guard moved swiftly back to the guardhouse, where he picked up a clipboard and then a telephone. After a quick conversation, he strode back towards the car with visitor badges in his hand. He explained that the badges had to be displayed at all times during the visit and were good for only three hours. Then the gate swung open and he waved for Mona to drive through.
Chapter 4
Maverick looked more like a large Victorian mansion than it did a school, made of grey stone and brick. In fact, it didn’t look like a school at all. As they circled the driveway, Whit noticed several other buildings hidden by the large mansion at the front. Mona parked in the designated spot for visitors, and then they both got out and gawked at their surroundings. Bordering the buildings were areas of forest, and a sizable quad with outdoor tables and benches. Whit turned in a slow circle, trying to absorb everything. She would soon be going to school and living here, she thought. It seemed unreal, like something from a dream.
Oh yeah, it was from a dream. She smiled in spite of the fact that she was scared to death.
Then Mona tugged on her arm. “You ready to go inside this place?”
“No, but you’ re going to make me go inside anyway. Let’s go,” Whit remarked with a last glance at the grounds. She was somewhat surprised that no students were outside taking in the sunshine. Then again, maybe they were all in class. It was only 11:00, after all. She wondered if students got to eat outside during lunch, or had to do lunch differently because of the vampires. On that note, could vampires go outside at all, or would they actually burn up? Whit shrugged to these internal questions and followed her aunt up the front steps. There was a plaque beside the front door that informed visitors that Maverick Boarding School had been created in 1900 by someone named Conall Sullivan. Whit must have lingered over the plaque too long, because Mona grabbed her hand and pulled her inside the building.
As they walked into the school, they saw a woman waiting for them right inside the front door. She looked Whit over thoroughly before stepping forward and offering her hand to Mona and then Whit.
“Good morning , and welcome to Maverick. I hope your trip up was peaceful,” She said in a charming British accent. Mona smiled and nodded, while Whit stood as still as a statue. The woman looked toward her. “You must be Whitni Ballentine. It’s lovely to have you here for a visit. I’m Mrs. Audley, the assistant dean of students. You will meet Mr. Tolman, the headmaster, later in the day. Since you’re only here for a few hours, how about we start with a tour of the school?” Mrs. Audley turned to do just that before they had a chance to reply, and Mona and Whit scrambled after her.
Whit examined her as she led them down a hallway. She was wearing a black, knee-length pencil skirt with a matching blazer, and appeared to be in her late thirties. From her rigid stance and the tightness of her well sculpted ponytail, Whit thought she must be a little up tight.
“Our school offers classes to students ranging in age from nine to nineteen, depending on circumstance. Some of the classes are strictly for certain ages, whereas others are determined by the level of ability within the subject or course. All students are given a qualifying exam upon admittance to determine placement. Of course, some courses are mandatory for all Maverick students, like History of Specials. This class covers the histories of the different groups that make up Maverick. You will learn very valuable information in that course. Class time varies from 8 in the morning to 5 in the afternoon. We offer a variety of extracurricular activities as well. Any questions so far?” Mrs. Audley glanced over her