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Thursday, first day of class at the new institute for An… And she was late, as ever! "I must fix it some day!" she thought as she run down the unpaved road. Her grandparents had just left her at the door of the enclosure moments ago with a sad expression on their faces. Her grandpa wished her luck and said they will carry her things to the residence. Because, yes, she was going to study the Art Bachelor as an intern.
All began when the previous year, at a family gathering, An expressed the desire to study Art, cause she was born to do art and everyone knows it, and she wanted to study the Art Bachelor at the end of the secondary school. Her uncle Albert offered her a place in a high school where his department would conduct an experiment. The only conditions would be that she would have to move from Madrid to the north, to Cantabria and register as an intern; also, her uncle didn't give more details because it was confidential. Instead, education, material and all she needed to would be free. An was skeptical at first because her uncle Albert is military and she feared he would place her in a sort of military academy or something. But his uncle promised the project was a kind of "student exchange". So An debated it with her parents and they decided to accept the offer. In fact, she had her grandparents in the north, they would be near if she needed something.
So there she was, running down the path that is supposed to end in the High School building. It was cold for September, in fact, she was in the north, An hadn't thought about it and now she wished she had picked up a jacket. She only wore the uniform with its gray pleated skirt and green wool vest, its white long-sleeved shirt and the black tie and wool stocking. And boots, always boots. She took off her braid and let down her thick long hair, which upper part was dyed in black and the lower in white, in the hope that provide some extra warm. It always works. It's strange to wear uniform while the Bachelor in her country, but it was a private high school and they rules.
She finally arrived at the building and was impressed with the proportions of it. "Oh, for all the gods, it looks like Hogwarts but with a Lombard Romanesque style…" she thought. She knew that the "wellcome spech" was going to be in the auditorium, now she just had to find it… An entered by a colosal wooden door to the hall, made all with mable of different colours, it was newer than the facade, an it had very high columns and huge mirrors, lamps and plants on the walls. "How can someone do something so gorgeous… I feel like I'm entering in Moria…" And watching that wonderful space she found a sign reading "Auditorium" and an arrow pointing in the direcction. She followed the instructions, crossed the vast hall and came to a corridor where she found another sign with the same instructions. What was unusual is that they were placed so high… They would be like twenty meters high.
There were banks and lockers in the corridor, but they had an incredibly large size. "What is this? One of these oversized pieces of the art of installation?". At the end of the corridor there was another sign with the word "Auditorium" and the arrow pointed to another room, which was the prelude of the auditorium. It was dark and An could hear a considerable noise after another huge wooden door, this time painted in white and with golden ornamentation. It was closed. An tried to push the door and luckily it opened slowly, it was heavy. When she entered suddenly there was silence. It was also dark because that seemed to be a theater used as an auditorium too. All that was light up was the stage, which was down the stalls. The floor was red carpeting, there was red velvet seats and, once again, everithing was huge. The last lines, where the entrance, were empty. An walked about ten lines wondering what kind of joke was that.
"Em… Hello??" she asked aloud. Crass error…
Suddenly a boy stuck his head out from behind a chair. First he looked up and then down untill he found An. The boy size was proportional to the chair, he was a giant!
"Hey, it isn't any teacher! Is the human student!" he said loudly.
After that lots of giants raised their heads above the seats to see her and the noise restarted. They were all pupils, all wore uniform. A blondy girl got up from her seat and walket towards An looking side to side to make sure everyone was pending on her.
"Wow, Sindy in action!!" someone screamed.
The said Sindy, the blondy giantess, smiled at this and then fixed down her gray eyes on An. She was paralyzed, couldn't believe this was happening, it was phisically impossible. An had a Nancy size compared with her.
"So it was true…" Sindy said "Well, it seems that Bela is not the shorter girl at the High!"
"Ha… Ha… How funny, Sindy!" another girl screamed out.
"Come here, little human, I'll show you your place…" said Sindy and held out her hand and reached down to catch An.
All began when the previous year, at a family gathering, An expressed the desire to study Art, cause she was born to do art and everyone knows it, and she wanted to study the Art Bachelor at the end of the secondary school. Her uncle Albert offered her a place in a high school where his department would conduct an experiment. The only conditions would be that she would have to move from Madrid to the north, to Cantabria and register as an intern; also, her uncle didn't give more details because it was confidential. Instead, education, material and all she needed to would be free. An was skeptical at first because her uncle Albert is military and she feared he would place her in a sort of military academy or something. But his uncle promised the project was a kind of "student exchange". So An debated it with her parents and they decided to accept the offer. In fact, she had her grandparents in the north, they would be near if she needed something.
So there she was, running down the path that is supposed to end in the High School building. It was cold for September, in fact, she was in the north, An hadn't thought about it and now she wished she had picked up a jacket. She only wore the uniform with its gray pleated skirt and green wool vest, its white long-sleeved shirt and the black tie and wool stocking. And boots, always boots. She took off her braid and let down her thick long hair, which upper part was dyed in black and the lower in white, in the hope that provide some extra warm. It always works. It's strange to wear uniform while the Bachelor in her country, but it was a private high school and they rules.
She finally arrived at the building and was impressed with the proportions of it. "Oh, for all the gods, it looks like Hogwarts but with a Lombard Romanesque style…" she thought. She knew that the "wellcome spech" was going to be in the auditorium, now she just had to find it… An entered by a colosal wooden door to the hall, made all with mable of different colours, it was newer than the facade, an it had very high columns and huge mirrors, lamps and plants on the walls. "How can someone do something so gorgeous… I feel like I'm entering in Moria…" And watching that wonderful space she found a sign reading "Auditorium" and an arrow pointing in the direcction. She followed the instructions, crossed the vast hall and came to a corridor where she found another sign with the same instructions. What was unusual is that they were placed so high… They would be like twenty meters high.
There were banks and lockers in the corridor, but they had an incredibly large size. "What is this? One of these oversized pieces of the art of installation?". At the end of the corridor there was another sign with the word "Auditorium" and the arrow pointed to another room, which was the prelude of the auditorium. It was dark and An could hear a considerable noise after another huge wooden door, this time painted in white and with golden ornamentation. It was closed. An tried to push the door and luckily it opened slowly, it was heavy. When she entered suddenly there was silence. It was also dark because that seemed to be a theater used as an auditorium too. All that was light up was the stage, which was down the stalls. The floor was red carpeting, there was red velvet seats and, once again, everithing was huge. The last lines, where the entrance, were empty. An walked about ten lines wondering what kind of joke was that.
"Em… Hello??" she asked aloud. Crass error…
Suddenly a boy stuck his head out from behind a chair. First he looked up and then down untill he found An. The boy size was proportional to the chair, he was a giant!
"Hey, it isn't any teacher! Is the human student!" he said loudly.
After that lots of giants raised their heads above the seats to see her and the noise restarted. They were all pupils, all wore uniform. A blondy girl got up from her seat and walket towards An looking side to side to make sure everyone was pending on her.
"Wow, Sindy in action!!" someone screamed.
The said Sindy, the blondy giantess, smiled at this and then fixed down her gray eyes on An. She was paralyzed, couldn't believe this was happening, it was phisically impossible. An had a Nancy size compared with her.
"So it was true…" Sindy said "Well, it seems that Bela is not the shorter girl at the High!"
"Ha… Ha… How funny, Sindy!" another girl screamed out.
"Come here, little human, I'll show you your place…" said Sindy and held out her hand and reached down to catch An.
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Well, here it goes my first written gt story in english xD The idea popped into my head four years ago, when I moved school to study Bachelor. I registered in a public institute called Ramiro de Maeztu that is famous in Spain because it was where studied our actual Princess Letizia, and because the basketball team "Estudiantes" training at high school sports center. The Ramiro covers nursery, primary, secondary and bachelor, all the study years (Spanish study years here --> [link] ). Aaand many students from Ramiro are part of the quarry of the Estudiantes or are part of the youth basketnall team. That means that in this institute ALMOST EVERYONE IS INCREDIBLY TALL! I felt like in "Land of Giants" walking among children from 13 to 15 years could easily measure 2m tall! xDD Older students were tall too, girls and boys, everybody is tall there! xDD
And that's the main inspiration of that story, I apologize about how absurd it is xDD All or almost all the names that appear in the story have Cantabrian or Celtic origin (yes, we Spanish don't only have names like Pepe and María xDD) cause in Spain we have a great celtic culture that I want to explode in this story I'm tired of the topic "Spain= toros+paella+siesta+flamenco" ¬¬
Soo... Lemme know what you think about it xDDDDD
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And that's the main inspiration of that story, I apologize about how absurd it is xDD All or almost all the names that appear in the story have Cantabrian or Celtic origin (yes, we Spanish don't only have names like Pepe and María xDD) cause in Spain we have a great celtic culture that I want to explode in this story I'm tired of the topic "Spain= toros+paella+siesta+flamenco" ¬¬
Soo... Lemme know what you think about it xDDDDD
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Great job...keep it up to writing habit. It's not built a one day and it takes time. You may try several platforms like qanda.typicalstudent.org and well it will help you to keep your practice as well as meet up your query.