The School of Lost Causes

Chapter 2

(soo I'm doing a time skip to the day she gets picked up. If anyone wants me to ad a chapter for the last day, she was home I can, but I want to get to the fun part. Also, I thought it would be boring. Alright enough explaining let's continue, shall we?)

12th of May

It was early in the morning. Around 7 or 8am when Roxanne finally left her room. She could already smell the breakfast her mother was making, and as delicious it smelled, she felt sick. Her head was throbbing, and her stomach was doing somersaults. It took ages to fall asleep and when she managed to actually fall asleep it was more tossing and turning than anything else. But still her mother was cooking breakfast. Something that only really happened for special occasions. So she put on her best fake smile and walked into the kitchen.

Her father was already sitting at the table and her mother was starting to serve the pancakes. Mr. Davis was the first one to notice her and started smiling "Happy birthday sweetheart, how are you felling? Excited for today?" That was one way to put it. "Excited doesn't even begin to describe how I feel dad!" It wasn't a lie. She felt all sorts of things. But before she could contemplate further on her emotions her mother put a few pancakes on her plate. "I wonder when they show up. They didn't say what time exactly did they." Roxanne just shook her head no and started to eat. Even if her stomach wasn't happy with that decision. It was the last meal with her family in god knows when so she wouldn't miss it for the world.

Her parents tried to make conversation. They would ask questions like "What do you think it will be like?" or "are you sure you have everything you need?" Sometimes they would throw in something like "We are so proud of you honey." And Roxy just sat there. She would answer in short sentences or words. Smile when needed and act like she was supposed to. So, she was terrified, what about it. As long as her parents didn't notice it would be fine. After breakfast she got her suitcases out of her room and put them next to the door. She grabbed her purse and threw that right next to the door as well.

She put on her "nice looking" dress. It wasn't what she wanted to wear. As a matter of fact, she hated dresses. Or anything that made her look like a doll. Other people would describe her clothing as "a mix between goth and punk" some would even say "depressing". If it was her choice, she would be wearing a tight black, dark purple or dark red t-shirt that had some lace details at the collar, her favourite black leather jacked and a pair of ripped black jeans. But no, she had to wear a blue fit and flair dress. But that was all her parents told her. Which meant she still threw the leather jacked over the dress put on a chunky pair of biker boots and did her make-up like she always did, dark and dramatic with dark red lipstick and winged eyeliner.

Just as she was about to but on a pair of fishnet tights the doorbell rang. Once again, she had to sigh and left her room to go to the front door. Her Parents were already standing in front of the door waiting on her to open it. They both looked at her outfit and you could see the slight disappointment in their eyes. Before they could comment Roxanne opened the door. On the other side was a very tall man with broad shoulders. He was wearing a suit with the school logo on the front. His voice was deep and monotone. "Roxanne Davis please say your goodbyes and get into the bus. I will take your luggage and store it. You have 3 minutes." And with that he grabbed my suitcases and started walking back to the bus.

Roxanne turned to her parents and was immediately engulfed in a hug. Her mother sounded like she was about to cry. "We love you sweetheart. If you can, call us when you get there. Be careful and maybe wright us a letter someday okay?" Roxy just nodded as she tried to hold it together. Her father just whispered: "Have an awesome birthday and don't let them push you around. Remember what your made of. Nothing can stop you. Take it from me who tried many times and failed." A small sad smile made it onto her lips as she heard that. As her parents let go of her, she grabbed her bag and made her way to the bus.