Sugar. (H.S.)

say my name.

My stomach flips once as I dial my mothers phone number. It's just past 5 at night here, but it will be sometime in the middle of the day in Woodside. I have my first day of practical training tomorrow. The thought sends my head into a frenzy. My schedule is three days in class, two days with hands on experience in an actual school with actual children. Personally I think its a bit soon. I don't feel like I've learned anything useful about teaching children so far.

I haven't seen Harry Styles since the first day of classes. Not that I care. That was on Monday and it is now Wednesday evening. He didn't show up for our second Stats class today. Not that I care. I haven't seen him once around campus either. But I really don't care.

Keep telling yourself that.

"Hello?" My mothers sharp voice comes through the telephone.

"Hi mom."

"Beatrice darling, how are you?"

I roll my eyes at how she talks to me like I'm an old friend, rather than her daughter. I hate that she keeps up this pretense constantly. She doesn't need anything out of us, why does she have to talk like Poppy and I are her colleagues? It must be exhausting, pretending to be perfect.

"I'm good mom, how are you? How's Poppy? Is she there?"

"We're fine. Yes she's around here somewhere, I'll put her on in a bit. Did your first days of classes go okay?"

"So far so good. I have a few friends already and I really like my new roommate. She's nice, you would like her."

"That's good dear." She says absentmindedly and a nagging feeling in the back of my head appears. There's something I want to ask her. Or rather, there's someone I want to ask her about.

"Mom I want to ask you something."

"Yes Beatrice."

I inwardly sigh at her use of my full name. What an awful stuck-up sounding name. Beatrice and Penelope. What the hell were my parents thinking.

"Well I was running late to one of my classes and-"

My moms gasp of horror interrupts me.

"You were running late? That does not sound like you. Did you not study your map? I knew we should have came up for a tour of the campus before you accepted." My mothers voice is colored with disappointment and I can almost see her fierce expression in front of me.

"Sorry. I made it on time don't worry. It won't happen again." I apologize quickly. "Anyway like I was saying."

My mother huffs in annoyance.

"It better not happen again Beatrice. You know I was wary about you attending there, all the way across the world, and if I found out you're skipping classes like a hooligan you will be coming home on the first flight back."

"I wasn't skipping class it was a one time thing." I grind my teeth together. "Anyway, I met this boy and I was wondering if his name sounds famil-"

"A boy? Please don't tell me you're turning into your sister now. It's only been three days since you've left what has gotten into you."

Will she let me finish a god damn sentence!

"Oh here is your sister I will put her on."

"Mom, no! Wait I-"

"Hi B!" Poppy's cheerful voice chirps through the phone and I groan in frustration.

"Hi Poppy."

"How's London! Have you done anything exciting yet? Met anyone interesting?"

Well...