Chapter 1 Kate’s POV.
I could tell they had something to tell me when I walked through the front door. I hadn’t seen my parents for 3 weeks, they’d been on some kind of business trip together and returned unannounced. Therefore, it meant something important. They were both sat on the sofa talking in hushed voiced and looked up as I entered the room. My mum stood up and began to speak.
“Kate, I know you’re quite happy here with Mila looking after you when we go on business trips, but we think that you’d be better attending a special boarding school and that’s why we’ve enrolled you in Trinity Academy for the Gifted”, my mum said, looking worried.
I stared at her for a few seconds, deliberating what to say. Boarding school seemed like a good idea, it’s not like I had any friends here anyway. I had nobody, the best relationship I had was with my languages tutor Tim, and even that had become strained recently when I told him his Spanish accent was all wrong. Maybe at boarding school I would find friends that wanted to learn and be smart like me, that didn’t care if they brought coral instead of rose lipstick by mistake.
“Well?” My mum questioned me, pushing for a decision. I cleared my throat.
“I think that would be a great idea, It will be fun I guess, like a holiday all year round. Where is this Trinity Academy anyway?” I answered.
My dad shot mum a nervous look, then handed her a piece of paper from his pocket, which she then pushed into my hand. Oh. Oh my. Trinity Academy wasn’t in London. Wasn’t in England. Wasn’t even in Europe. It was in Georgia, America. A modern, yet formal looking building stared back at me from the paper I held. There was a swimming pool, gym and even some pretty spacious dorm rooms. It was a small school, and only catered to around 100 pupils. It specialised in Languages and physical activities, two things I excelled in. Well, I might as well take a chance.
“It looks amazing, when do I start?” I asked my mum.
“The thing is, we have to get back to erm...Germany by tomorrow, so I booked you a plane ticket for about 9pm tonight, that way you will be there by about 5am American time. We knew that you would like to go, that’s why we arranged for you to arrive tomorrow, it’s sorted with the head teacher already, and the uniform arrived yesterday, it’s in your bedroom”, she replied.
Great. They were getting rid of me in 6 hours. No doubt it would be a private jet and a comfortable journey, but still...Ugh. I plastered on a fake smile and tried to look excited.
“I can’t believe I’ll be in America by tomorrow, wow. I need to go pack now if I want to make that flight”, I said, making an excuse to go to my room.
I trudged up the stairs, not even bothering to take off my shoes and opened my bedroom door. It was cream inside, with dark oak furniture, and lightly coloured bed sheets, bland and boring like the rest of the house. The only sign that somebody had even be in the room in the last day was the large piles of clothes on the bed. They were separated into 4 different piles. The clothes were all my size and brand new. Expensive Ralph Laurent Pullovers and polo’s; Armani Jeans all in the most flattering cut to my figure; 2 Chanel Coats, one Red, one cream; Hollister Hoodies and several different items by Burberry, Dior and D&G. I had grown up in these sorts of clothes, no doubt about that, but this was too much. The school must be posh, I thought to myself. I carefully placed each item into the large suitcase already lying open on the floor. It took over 40 minutes until I was eventually packed. I realised then that my mum had said something about a uniform earlier and on my pillow was a bag. I opened it and inside was the uniform; a white ¾ sleeves collared shirt, a black waistcoat, a red and black plaid skirt, a stripy red and black tie and a Blazer in black with a school emblem on. It was tasteful yet elegant. I placed the uniform at the top of the suitcase and then zipped it up. I then started to pack a bag to take on the plane. Inside I put a picture of my parents and me, my iPod, my kindle that held over 200 books in 6 different languages and my clothes that I would change into when I arrived in America.
