Attributes of Character:
-funny
-nice
-boys like her
-goes to boarding school
-8th grade
-generally a trend follower
-wears makeup
-outgoing
Attributes of Life:
-On the cusp of upper-middle-class and rich
-loving family
-has a caring friend group
No...
I stare at my packed suitcases while I eat my bran flakes and cream-cheese bagel. I scroll through all my texts and tiktok comments all saying basically the same thing, "byeeee!! Hope you have a great year at boarding school!!!!" I reply the same bland response to all I can find, then rest my head on the counter of the breakfast bar and sigh.
"You ready to ROCK AND ROLL *your name*?" my dad asks, in his usual, "fun dad" tone. I sigh and nod, then tighten the ponytail in my hair. I finish the bagel and leave the bowl by the sink.
"We'll go get your suitcase, your mother is waiting in the car," my father says, motioning to my white, padlocked, suitcase. I just love the color white, it feels so clean and tidy.
"Yep!" I say half smiling, perfectly reflecting the emotions I feel right now. Half of me is excited to meet new people, the other half is sad to leave my friends and family. But the excited part takes over when I roll my suitcase down the patio stairs to the driveway, smiling with glee. I pop the trunk of the Porsche SUV my mom got for her birthday, and toss my suitcases inside. I slam the door down and head over to the front seat. My tote-bag full of things to do is already on the passenger seat.
"Ready to go *your name*?" my mom asks me, with an excitable, yet sad sort of voice.
"Mhm!" I answer her, adjusting my headband and ponytail. I think about all the possibilities, all the things yet-to-come. Will this go how I think it will? Will I like my dorm-mate? Will I snag any guys?
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I think about all the ways this could go wrong, or right, or weird. Seven long hours I make up different situations to put myself in, seeing how I would react in each one. I exhale, letting all the nerves calm, because we have arrived, St. Andrews Middle School.
