I wake up in my bedroom. Staring at the ceiling, I drift off. A knock on my bedroom door makes me jump into a sitting position.
"Come in" I say. My parents both enter and sit down at the end of my queen-sized bed.
"Charlie, we heard that you collapsed in third period. I guess it all started with a headache, yes?" my mother asks worriedly.
"How do you know......?"
"Oh. Well apart from the school telling me, it happened to me too, when I was your age. And I had to go and live with my grandparents in the countryside. We do not want you to lose your education, so we decided to transfer you to a boarding school in the North of England. It's where they have the cure, otherwise you will keep collapsing."
"Wait, so you just arranged for me to leave my life for good, my school and my friends without asking for my opinion? THIS is my LIFE! NOT in a boarding school! How could you!" I answer back angrily.
"I am so sorry. Nevertheless, we also made some arrangements so in the holidays; you can come and visit us. You can also meet with you friends so it is not that bad." My dad avoids looking at me so I say,
"You are going to regret pulling me into the boarding school, where I do not want to go. I will make you regret it. I will make sure of it. But for now, it's fine."
"Good. Now pack some of your belongings. We are heading their tomorrow." My dad gets up, followed by my mum.
"Tomorrow? I need to say goodbye to Shelby and some others." I shout out.
"Then I suggest you go now, before it is too late."
"Uh-Hu..." I get up and start packing some things that might be useful.
