Blackberry Creek Elementary Novels & Stories

Annie, Becky, Sussy, and Claire sat together near the middle, their backs straight but their whispers still sneaking between them. “As you know,” the principal continued, “every year we hold a tradition that brings this school closer together. And this year will be no exception. I am pleased to announce that in two weeks’ time, we will be heading to our annual camp hangout at Crystal Creek Adventure Camp.” The hall erupted. Cheers, claps, and excited squeals bounced off the walls. Students shot up in their seats, some already making plans aloud. Sussy was the loudest of them all. “YES! I knew it!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “Crystal Creek, here we come!”

he asked, respectful and formal. The Head Director followed his eyes after the old woman as she walked past our row. By the time she reached beside the black and gold casket, he blurted out, “She is Mrs. Elizabeth H. Creek, the billionaire who bought the West Woods High School, or now known as the Hamlet Creek University.”

The groans from all three children were immediate and unanimous. Silver Creek Elementary was a sprawling brick building that had been expanded multiple times over the decades, creating a maze of hallways and additions that confused even long-time students. Mrs. Henderson—a stern woman in her fifties who'd been teaching here since before the boys were born—was waiting for us in her classroom. "Mrs. Blackwood," she said, her tone carefully neutral. "I understand the boys have been absent for an extended period." "Two months," I confirmed. "Due to family circumstances that couldn't be avoided."

’ This year Blackwood’s student body is only 320. As I get out of the car to unload, my eyes scan the school terrain. As we walk along the pathway towards the reception area, my eyes glide over the designation board. There are the directions in which the offices and school buildings are situated, right up ahead. The swimming pool, the shooting range, and the tennis court. Rugby, cricket, soccer and hockey fields are located to your left. Somehow, I always scuffle when I see that: hostels and horse stables on the right.

It’s not just about winning, but being able to participate and having fun all together. I took my seat amongst other guides at a table for the Blackwood family, and Camille sat at the other side with her mates, while oily was just playing around. “Good day, students of Mooncrest middle school.” A lady on stage spoke into the mic. “Today we’ll be having our first campfire of the session.” She continues. “We will all be learning from people of experience. Now please put your hands together as we welcome from the royal family... Alpha Damon Blackwood and Luna Elena Blackwood.”

I shook my head weakly, knowing what Jen would say next. "Leave it to me." She said, smiling broadly again made me groan when I heard it. "You'd look ridiculous if you went to the prom alone, Cara ... and pathetic. Besides, I already knew who would be happy to ask you out." *** We spent lunch time chatting in the school yard. Our school's expansive backyard is directly adjacent to the Black Hills forest. This city is very popular for nature lovers because it is surrounded by several small forests and one large forest which is often used for hiking or camping. Troubled kids at my school often even go into the woods to smoke, get drunk, or just play truant.

Black Ridge students really lived like celebrities. Lisa and I entered one of the cars with a few other students before heading toward Adrian's house. Or a mansion maybe. Because there was absolutely no way that place could be called a normal house. The moment we arrived, my eyes widened slightly. Lights decorated the massive building beautifully while expensive cars filled the large compound. Music blasted loudly from inside, students crowded almost everywhere. Some stood near the pool while others danced around laughing with drinks in their hands. “This is insane,” I muttered quietly. Lisa grinned proudly. “Welcome to Adrian Black's world.”

"The goal is boring, Lily. We want to be the least interesting story in that building." "You're the future alpha. You're never the least interesting story." His mouth curved, just slightly. Not quite a smile. An acknowledgment. "Then you want to be the least interesting part of my story." Lily looked out the window and said nothing. The birch trees gave way to a wide clearing, and Silver Creek High School appeared at the end of the road like something out of a catalog for small-town dreams. It was two stories of dark brick and tall windows, older than it looked, with climbing vines gone red at the tips and a lacrosse field stretching out behind the east wing. A banner above the front entranc

“I can't. The history of that town is terrifying! Have you heard about the old lady who was hanged? The residents of the town claim she is still alive and that her spirit haunts the streets.” I exclaimed, then became lost in my thoughts. Crest Fall is a place rich with deadly histories and natural wonders. I once overheard that a high school student perpetrated a slaughter in a church before killing himself. How would a sixteen-year-old girl who simply wants to have fun deal with all of this? "Gosh, Becca, down to earth," my mother called out, pulling me back to reality. "I said we're 50 kilometers from Crest Falls," she muttered as I stretched my hands out the window, feeling the chill in t