Black_Diamond: переводы

→St. Sophia’ s looked pretty much the same on the walk to my room as it had on the way to Foley’ s office’”one stone corridor after another.
The building was immaculately clean,but kind of empty.
Sterile. It was also quieter than I would have expected a high school to be, certainly quieter than the high school I’ d left behind.

→I picked up my bag again and followed her.

→‘I’ ll show you to your room,’ she said, rising from her chair and moving toward the door.

→I nodded, mostly about that first part. Of course I’ d imagined my junior and senior years differently.
I’ d imagined being at home, with my friends, with my parents.
But she hadn’ t actually asked me how I felt about being shipped off to Chicago, so I didn’ t elaborate.

→Your membership in this institution will connect you to a network of women whose influence is international in scope.’

→Being an alumna of St. Sophia’ s will open doors for you educationally and socially.

→She frowned, then glanced up at me.
‘This is likely not how you imagined your junior and senior years of high school would be, Ms. Parker.
But you will find that you have been bestowed an incredible gift.
This is one of the finest high schools in the nation.

→‘Your room key,’ she said, and extended her hand. I lifted the ribbon from her palm, wrapping my fingers around the slender bar of metal.
‘Your books are already in your room. You’ ve been assigned a laptop, which is in your room, as well.’

→Foley pulled open a tiny drawer on the right-hand side of her desk.
Out of it she lifted an antique gold skeleton key’”the skinny kind with prongs at the end’”that was strung from a royal blue ribbon.

→‘Good.’

→I shook my head, which was a fib.
I had tons of questions, actually, but not the sort I thought she’ d appreciate, especially since her PR skills left a lot to be desired.
She made St. Sophia’ s sound less like boarding school and more like prison.
Then again, the PR was lost on me, anyway. It’ s not like I was there by choice.

→‘You will have classes from eight twenty a.m. until three twenty p.m., Monday through Friday.
You will have dinner at precisely five o’ clock and study hall from seven p.m. until nine p.m., Sunday through Thursday. Lights-out at ten o’ clock.
You will remain on the school grounds during the week, although you may take your exercise off the grounds during your lunch breaks, assuming you do not leave the grounds alone and that you stay near campus.
Curfew is promptly at nine p.m. on Friday and Saturday nights.
Do you have any questions?’

→You will become a St. Sophia’ s girl. As a junior, you will spend two years at this institution.
I expect you to use that time wisely’”to study, to learn, to network, and to prepare yourself for academically challenging studies at a well-respected university.

→‘I am Marceline Foley, the headmistress of this school,’ she said.
‘You’ ve been sent to us for your education, your personal growth, and your development into a young lady.

→‘Close the door,’ she said. I dropped my duffel bag to the floor, then did as she’d directed.
When I turned around again, she was seated behind the desk, manicured hands clasped before her, her gaze on me.

→The room was darkish, a heavy fragrance drifting up from a small oil burner on a side table.
A gigantic, circular stained glass window was on the wall opposite the door, and a massive oak desk sat in front of the window.

→When she opened the door and stepped inside the office, I assumed she was Marceline D. Foley.
I stepped inside behind her.

→I followed her to the end of the hallway, which terminated in a wooden door.
A name,MARCELINE D. FOLEY, was written in gold letters in the middle of it.

→It was impressive’”or at least expensive.

→Gold stars dotted the blue.