Jamieson

JamiesonAbout the AuthorDedicationCopyright Information ©AcknowledgementChapter One (Saturday)Chapter Two (Saturday)Chapter Three (Sunday)Chapter Four (Sunday)Chapter Five (Monday)Chapter Six (Monday)Chapter Seven (Monday)Chapter Eight (Monday)Chapter Nine (Tuesday)Chapter Ten (Tuesday)Chapter Eleven (Tuesday)Chapter Twelve (Tuesday)Chapter Thirteen (Tuesday)Chapter Fourteen (Wednesday)Chapter Fifteen (Wednesday)Chapter Sixteen (Wednesday)Chapter Seventeen (Wednesday)Chapter Eighteen (Wednesday)Chapter Nineteen (Thursday)Chapter Twenty (Thursday)Chapter Twenty-One (Thursday)Chapter Twenty-Two (Thursday)Chapter Twenty-Three (Friday)Chapter Twenty-Four (Friday)Chapter Twenty-Five (Friday)Chapter Twenty-Six (Friday)Chapter Twenty-Seven (Saturday)Chapter Twenty-Eight (Saturday)Chapter Twenty-Nine (Saturday)Chapter Thirty (Saturday)Chapter Thirty-One (Saturday–A Week Later)Chapter Thirty-Two (Saturday)Chapter Thirty-Three (Sunday)Chapter Thirty-Four (Sunday)Chapter Thirty-Five (Sunday)Chapter Thirty-Six (Monday)Chapter Thirty-Seven (Monday)Chapter Thirty-Eight (Monday)Chapter Thirty-Nine (Tuesday)Chapter Forty (Tuesday)Chapter Forty-One (Tuesday–Again)Chapter Forty-Two (Tuesday-Again)Epilogue (Tuesday–Again)
 
 
 
 
 
 Jamieson
 Lori Lee
 Austin Macauley Publishers
 2023-01-06
 
 About the Author
 Growing up on a farm in rural Devon, Lori developed a passion for books at an early age, absorbing a range of genres from crime/horror to fantasy and more. She loves the idea of travelling to different worlds without having to leave her home and started to envisage characters in her head who were outside of the norm.
 When she isn’t working full-time her hobbies also include woodworking, walking and acting in the local theatre group.
 
 
 Dedication
 To all those who believed in me and dreamed with me.
 
 
 Copyright Information ©
 Lori Lee 2023
 The right of Lori Lee to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
 All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
 Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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 ISBN 9781398466814 (Paperback)
 ISBN 9781398466821 (ePub e-book)
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 First Published 2023
 Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd®
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 E14 5AA
 
 
 Acknowledgement
 To Tilly and Theresa, for being the first to read my book and encouraging me to continue the story.
 To Terri, for believing in me.
 To Isla, for having faith in me and for pushing me to get my story published.
 To Alf, for being a sounding board for all of my random ideas.
 And to Austin Macauley Publishers, for being the ones to trust that my writing was good enough to be out there in the world.
 
 
 Chapter One (Saturday)
 Jamieson
 I stepped off of the double-decker coach, managing to get stuck in the doorway. I sighed as I attempted to extricate my wings from the bus. The feeling of being watched came over me, so I turned my head to see who it was. A group of girls behind me were sniggering and pointing at me. Here we go again.
 Finally, my feet touched the ground; I looked up into the looming shadow of the school, walked over to the baggage compartment and retrieved my suitcase. The building was huge–but I suppose it has to be with a boarding complex within. It must have been an old mansion for a wealthy family back in the day, but now it had been turned into a school for unique individuals, or so the sign outside read. I fell into the line of others from the bus waiting to go in.
 We started to move forward, and I noticed that the boy in front of me kept looking back. He was quite gorgeous-looking actually, dark tousled hair, dark brown eyes (just my type) he must be about five inches taller than me, lean looking, wearing a denim pair of shorts and a green T-shirt. There was something about him; I just couldn’t help staring, it was almost like I could finally breathe.
 At the entrance to the school, we were met by the headmaster, Professor Luck. I reluctantly tore my gaze away from the boy as I remembered when I first met the headmaster.
 I was perched on the lowest branch of an oak tree, deep in the middle of the forest, when I heard the snap of a twig beneath me. Glancing down, I saw a pair of blue eyes looking back at me. I froze before opening my wings fully ready to flee at a moment’s notice. The tall, blonde-haired man introduced himself as Gabriel Luck, Principal of the Montague Academy in England. He told me about the school being a safe place for children and adults, often persecuted for our unusual talents and gifts. Then announced that there was a place for me if I wanted it. A few days later, he had returned with a private-airline ticket in his hand, a new cell phone and a selection of items I would need.
 And here I am, changing my life, hopefully.
 The entrance hall was huge, with a large flight of stairs at the back and four doors leading off to god-knows-where. I decided to explore later and figure out where things were. On the walls were portraits and mirrors, hundreds of them. As my eyes adjusted, I could’ve sworn there was a strange symbol carved into the baseboard of the staircase, and again into the eaves near the ceiling ♓︎. As we followed each other upstairs, my eyes constantly being drawn to the cute boy from earlier, I saw a very different symbol, this one crudely etched into the bannister, and along the picture frames ♌︎. No one else seemed to notice them, it was a bit peculiar really; I added it to my to-investigate-list and caught up with the others.
 We were all shown to our dorm rooms–each consisting of two beds,