The take-back of Ravenshire Prep {UNDER REVISION}

chapter 7

Okay, maybe that Pat Benatar line was a little over the top. But I was fairly confident in my capabilities of blending in. I sat down to crepes the morning of my first day. "New recipe!" Artie slid a crepe loaded with chocolate sauce, whipped cream, and strawberries to me. I sunk my teeth into the deliciousness and happily sighed. "This is so good..." He smiled. I love free food, especially when it's from Artie-who knows fully well I would not only burn water but also set the house on fire somehow. We have an understanding that I'll eat his food and give him honest feedback. Best. Brother. Ever. "Looking great for your first day!" I complimented. "Don't lie to me," he joked, shoving my shoulder. For a 17 year old, he was pretty handsome. He looked way more like Finn Hudson instead of Artie Abrams, except we both had blue eyes(I had Harry Potter meets cat eye glasses) and almost impossible to see freckles. "Hey, where's mum?" I realized her absence suddenly. I know it was stupid, but she'd always seen me off before I left for the first day of school. "She had to leave early, some costume malfunction." I went quiet. I didn't ask if Ben was around. He almost never was. "I miss her too, you know." I added. "Mum. I miss the real her. When does the new version of her who works all the time become the normal her?" "I don't know, but..." Artie took my empty plate and placed it in the sink. "We just have to be there for her like you always are." I gave him a small smile. "Oh yeah, and don't forget about Ollie's face. I had to put it in the freezer after you stormed off cursing gender norms." He held up a perfect re-creation of Ollie's face, and stuffed it back in the freezer. I unplugged my phone from the counter. It was the Hamilton playbill design with silver charm on the side engraved 'history has it's eyes on you'. Guess what my wallpapers were? The cover of Rodrigo's SOUR and Cara's Know It All. I popped in my earbuds and queued up my spotify. "Love ya, Arty." "Bye Q!" I slung my Fjallraven-Kanken bag over my shoulder and let my finger hit play as I walked out the door.