Boarding School

[close] Dawn Farrow was dead. She hung from the crystal chandelier, her tiny neck snapped at a jagged angle. She lolled gruesomely back and forth, her tiny feet occasionally brushing against the chair that would have saved her life had it not been knocked aside in her final moments. Alas, it was too late to save her now, as indicated by the complete stillness of her chest. Her golden hair cascaded over her right shoulder, concealing the eye that nearly bulged out of its socket. Paralysed in the doorway, Elizabeth could only stand and stare, equally transfixed and horrified by the macabre pose. Her sister wore a floor length nightgown of pure white, which might have given her an angelic appearance were it not stained with blood. In the background, she could she just about register the mournful howls of her parents, the pleas of her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend that he had done all that he could to save her and a hundred games of Chinese Whispers all happening at once. She did not bother to acknowledge any of them. Lucas's pleas churned her stomach, her parents' wails shattered her eardrums and only one deep breath after another could prevent her from strangling those who, even now with her and her family present, would dare spread scandal about her sister. Her dead sister. Founded by Michael Farrow and ruled by his great granddaughter Elizabeth, Farrow Academy is a prestigious boarding school tucked away in the English countryside. Homed to the children of the world's wealthiest families, this is a place where scandal spreads like the plague and secrets are worth their weight in gold. But even if you can keep your secrets from the living here, who is to say that you can keep them from the dead?

[close] ❝sᴏ sᴜɪᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴜs.❞ Iᴛ sᴀʏs ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ. Tʜᴇ Sᴛʀᴀᴛᴇɢɪᴄ Hᴏᴍᴇʟᴀɴᴅ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, Eɴғᴏʀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Lᴏɢɪsᴛɪᴄs Dɪᴠɪsɪᴏɴ, ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs S.H.I.E.L.D, ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ʙᴏᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ғᴏʀ ɢɪғᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜɴɢsᴛᴇʀs ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. Tʜᴇ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ɪs ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sʜᴀᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴇɴʜᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀɪsᴍ ɢʟᴏʙᴀʟʟʏ. Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪs ᴅɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛᴄᴏᴍᴇ. Sᴏᴍᴇ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ, ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ's ʟᴀʀɢᴇsᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛs. A ᴛᴇᴇɴᴀɢᴇ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ, ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Aᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀs & ᴄᴏ (ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜᴘᴇʀʜᴇʀᴏᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴄᴜ) ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴛᴇᴇɴᴀɢᴇʀs. Tʜɪs ɪs ᴀ sᴇᴍɪ-ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇ-ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪs sᴏʟᴇʟʏ Mᴀʀᴠᴇʟ. Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ DC! Mᴏsᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʙʟᴀsᴛ. ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇs ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ.

[close] Welcome to Kingston High, though, I'm afraid not many people will welcome you here. Some say this is a school for stuck up snubs and it's highly regulated, but basically the students have taken over the school. The principal, me (Stella Myers) is only 17. The teachers and staff themselves are as young as 15 but are not older than 18. Well, you should be happy you got in, whether you are a genius or not the brightest. Enjoy your stay! (If you can)

[close] Welcome to Ms. Strict's boarding school! Covers grades 6-12. Take your children to this boarding school, where they will work hard to achieve great grades and learn lots! Student life is focused on school, with lots of electives and other important free-hand things. Not to say that we skimp out on the necessary things! No, math and history take place every day except Saturday, and creative writing every other day. Ms. Strict's Boarding School is a place for your children to learn and do great!