Boarding school

Prolouge

(Dani)
"I think this will really help you academic wise, independence wise, and that music stuff you like to do." My father smiled encouragingly as he held the acceptance letter for a boarding school sitting at the table.
I was across from him, I had never been the type to go to boarding school.
Why was he enforcing it now? He wasn't the type to send me there either
My twin brother filled up a glass of water and listened in on the conversation, water. Not soda. He was training.
He's a super athlete, something my dad has always been riding on.
His blue eyes looked like they were burning holes in the paper on the table. All of the girls loved my brother, he had Light brown hair, blue eyes, tall, with a good athlete build.
"Dad, are you sure? Who's going to take care of the house? And you guys? And Peyton?" I asked referring to my little brother.
Things hadn't been easy since my mother left, when I was 12. I started stepping up and taking care of everything around here.
Peyton was 7, My brother, Jack and I are 16. We just turned 16.
My dad pressed his lips together. "Dani, that's the thing. You don't need to worry about supporting the family. You're a teenage girl." He said tiredly. We've been at this for a while.
"Yeah, but it's no big deal..." I trailed twisting my hair.
"Dani, if you go to this school you realize you can get into any college you want..right? Full ride." He told me. It was tempting.
Especially since all of his attention for colleges was for Jack.
"Yeah." I sighed. Jack's eyes were wide, he hadn't put any input in on the subject. Anytime I mentioned it, he'd change the subject.
I couldn't understand why, and I needed someone to tell me not to go. Beg me to stay. But no.
I had encouragement to leave.
I really didn't want to go move to a boarding school 4 hours from home. I don't want to be by myself.
I didn't want to leave this town either, even though I had very few friends...I didn't want to go meet new people.
"Look at this Dani! You got into a private boarding school! Tuition and all. I'm so proud." He told me, the last words stung. Now I have to go.
"But dad...I don't want to be alone.." I said the last part desperate. Jack was gone now. He forced a smile.
"You'll be fine." He told me.
So it's written in stone, I'm gone.
I nodded and clenched my jawline to avoid crying. Now I have to go do laundry for packing since I had to leave in 4 days. I applied late.
I jogged up to my room, and slammed the door.
The last thing I remembered was standing at the bus station, my brother with hands shoved in his pockets and not saying a word.
Peyton staring at the ground, too upset to talk to me, and my dad being encouraging even though I think he was sad too.
It was misty, foggy, Friday at 5pm. I remember almost crying when I got on that bus...I'd be back. But no I wouldn't.
My last two years of high school he's sending me away.
I'll see them on breaks. That's it.
I leaned my head on the window so nobody could see me cry.
All I felt was resentment, the last feeling associated with my family.