Hi there, I am Trent Ashbury-Stoddard. I attend Rocquem, a prep school. The institution serves as a training ground for celebrities and the wealthy. There is something stuck-up about it. You are asking how I got into it. As it happens, a woman by the name of A.B. Stoddard adopted me. She works as an attorney for a firm that focuses on mergers and acquisitions. She attended the same school as her friends. She was close to her friends when she was a student there, and now that she was successful, she desired a child but did not want one the conventional way. I was adopted by her. She did it when I was five years old. You are asking why my name is different from hers. Christina Ashbury, my godmother, is to blame for that. She intended for her last name to be my middle name, but it ended up being part of my last name due to a typo. Her daughters are British, as are she and her spouse. I will keep the tale of my half-American, half-British heritage for another time. At school, there are both formal and informal rules. The first is that since your parents are not around, the elder sibling oversees the younger sibling. This may sound odd coming from someone without siblings, however my godmother’s kids attend this school, so it would change things. They expect me to observe them. Claire Ashbury, who is a bit of a nerd, and Margo Ashbury, who is more of a daddy’s girl or clingy girl, regarded me as though I were her father. The second rule—that a Rocquem female always gets what she wants—is brought up by this. The girls understand it, but I do not. I did what I was taught and treated them like my little sisters. They refer to me as “Big Brother.” They adore me, and I adore them. Because we had family members who went to Rocquem, we are regarded as Generational students here. I discovered that I would be a scholarship student—or, as they are known, a scholarship baby. My new mom could not afford to take me there, which is why I wanted to go there. My godmother therefore made the decision to cover my tuition. I cherish her. She wanted to carry on the tradition and make me a sixth-generation student, sometimes known as an L6 (Legacy Child). She was a proud alum. For your information, there is an International League of Students in Rocquem. According to Rocquem, they manage the affairs of international students; there are hundreds of us. As I already stated, my godmother is the reason I am regarded as British. She allegedly obtained dual citizenship for me. Yes, I have friends who also attend Rocquem. The identical twins, Raven and Tracy Loubier, transferred from Fordham School. Together with their friend Trevor Allen, they transferred from Fordham School. They are both lower-level students and friends with my sisters. The other day, I saw them snogging, or kissing, in the library. It was for a role in a play, they explained. Since they were unable to identify the play, I knew they were lying. Then there is Evelyn (Evie) St. John, the girl of my dreams. My mom and her mother work at the same legal company and are friends. She deals with criminal cases. She is also a graduate of Rocquem. For short, we call her Evie. I am a multilingual student on the honor roll at Rocquem. My GPA remains at 4.18. Many of the friends I have are people I met at Rocquem. Being a student here is frequently mistaken for an easy existence. I disagree; it is worth it to be here since it is the beginning of a family and friendship that will last a lifetime. Rocquem is located just outside of San Francisco in southern California. The school is a campus that is separated into three areas. One for sports facilities, including athletics ones. One is for education; it houses the administrative office building, the headmaster’s, or headmistress’s office, and what are known as the administration offices and residence. Since it houses all personnel and students, the last zone is known as the Zone of Life. Additionally, it comprises eateries like Cafes, cafeterias that serve foods like Starbucks, The Italian eatery, The Chinese Connection, Subway. The foods range from American to all ethnicities. It is open from 6 AM to 11 PM, 7 days a week. There is a library too that is considered the largest in the state. The school is located next to a university named Granthem University. We share this area and locate in the Zone of Life is a mall called The Common Grounds. This is where most of us hang out when we get the chance. Theoretically, the place gets students from six other schools. Schools like Fordham, St. Ansel, Mercy, Charles M. Rosenthal, Marion Parkers Center for upper-level Education.
Everyone was busy getting ready, enjoying the new clothes, and spending time together on the day of the fashion show. In return for the income going to the school’s charity, the clothing was donated to the school. The National Juvenile Diabetes Research Center was this year’s sponsor. Since we all reside on campus, we all have dorm rooms. Our lives were significantly impacted by Rocquem. from establishing new connections and deepening existing ones. It was made possible by the time we spent together. They seemed timeless to us. At Rocquem, Christmas It all began around Christmas, when I informed the girls that, following the school fashion show, we were going to London. “Can Trevor come?” They asked without even considering it. Claire said, and Margo supported her. With her typical embarrassed smile, Margo remarked, “He has never seen London before.” They added their favorite line after they had finished speaking. They all say at once, “You know a Rocquem girl always gets what she wants, please.” I give them a glance, smile, and say something as certain as I can. Then I reminded them that the Christmas Fashion Show was coming up and they needed to prepare. It was to involve all three of them. since all of them were given the key parts in it by Ms. Dana, the director of student activities and deputy head of admissions. Ms. Dana, the fourth musketeer in the group, was a friend of my mother’s. Naturally, she denied that she had any favorite students.
The price of the tickets ranged from $2500 to $10,000 per person and $15,000 per pair. The models could keep their clothing and other belongings. I spotted my young models kissing behind a curtain during the rehearsal and told them that their trip to London would be canceled if they did it again for their little friend. They all seem down, but they are polite. They were clearly eager to visit London with their friends and take in the city’s nightlife. Following a half-hour audience meeting and greeting, the concert began on time at 7 PM. They posed in their new attire for photos with the givers. It was going to take place in a magnificent room. The walls were yellow like the sun, the floor was marble, the fittings were gold, and the chairs were red velvet. It was on the northeast side of the Administration building on campus. Mundi is my name. The family had been operating the revived business for decades, and it was utilized for Mundi Ball every year. Eve claimed that she had always wished to attend. I assured her that we would eventually be able to. Since I was Eve’s boyfriend and she was the president of the student council, it was our moment to shine. We were all exhausted and ready to go to bed when it concluded at nine o’clock. As we made our way back to the dorms, we discussed the show and drank Flat whites from Starbucks. We heard that the school made a boat load of money tonight. We were happy because our trip to London was next.
Everything went well on the vacation to London, and we all created memories. Everyone had an exciting time. I really enjoyed our visit to the Harry Potter Museum, and the three of us went to every store at least once. On Christmas, they brought presents for business to exchange. Margo was sent to Gryffindor, while Claire and Trevor were assigned to Ravenclaw. Eve and I were Hufflepuff at the time. On Christmas, we drank tea, ate our cauldron cakes, and traded gifts. Trevor presented a pair of earrings bearing their house logo to Margo, Claire, and Evie. He presented me with a tie bearing the Hogwarts insignia. We presented him with wands from Lavendar Brown, their favorite figure. When they snogged him under mistletoe, I was not even angry. On New Year’s Eve, we all stayed up to watch the ball drop. Our Christmas and New Year’s celebrations together would be our final ones.
Their deaths would be a mystery that would take a lifetime to unravel, and we would be dead by the Sunday before spring break. Margo was sick and had to miss the party, all this because we attended a party prior to departing for London at the beginning of spring break. For our lives may have been cut short somewhere else, the mystery of their lives starts and ends with Rocquem.
James R Lilith Foundation 