Pacific Vampires

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"Don't forget the bags in the trunk, Eve." My Mom says, glancing at me from the driver's seat with a look of concern etched into her beautiful face. I trudge around to the back of the car, opening the trunk with a simple click and taking out my suitcase and backpack.

"Eve, you don't have to do this." She says, getting out of the car to come face me.

"It's either this or homeschool. And you know you don't have the time to teach me." I say, shrugging on my backpack.

My Mom works as a surgeon for our local hospital. While it does bring in plenty of money, it requires almost all of her time. We're not exactly close, but she has always cared for me and always made sure that I have what I need. That was plenty enough for me to love her unconditionally, considering my Dad never did anything. Turning around to look up at the looming dark building, I notice the lack of greenery as well as people. A few children littered the playground that was seen off to the left of the school, a dreary one at that. The rope swings looked like they were barely holding on and the blue slide had a huge crack that ran through the middle of it, deeming it unusable. Nevertheless, the children didn't seem to care about the state of their playground and played carelessly.

My Mom lets out an uncontrollable sob, making me swerve my head to her. Her shoulders were shaking and her hand was over her mouth as she tried to compose herself.

"I don't know what to do. I've tried everything, they just won't listen or believe me. I don't want you to stay here." She sniffs loudly, pulling out a tissue.

"There isn't anything you can do, it's just for a year or two, boarding school won't change anything between us. You can visit whenever you have the time or vice versa." I try to console her, taking her in a big hug, or trying to considering she was well over 6 foot tall.

My Mom has always been seen as a model, with her long legs and long back length brown hair. Her face captured the attention of everyone, her smile easily lighting up a room. It was unbelievable to me that my Dad could cheat and leave her for some chick who could never compare.

"I should be the one comforting you." She looked down at me, then squished my cheeks together causing my lips to bulge out. I instinctively grab her hands and pull them away, used to her antics.

"Don't worry too much, I'll be back before you know it." I smile reassuringly at her.

I wasn't exactly happy about my current situation. I had made many enemies at my catholic school, mostly for not being able to keep my mouth shut. And due to stupid reasons, I was blamed for burning Jesus's statue that the school cherished and worshipped. To repent for my sins, I was sent to Pacific Boarding School for the troubled. I would spend the rest of my school year here and maybe my last year if they didn't see me fit for going back. I was extremely shaken by the whole situation, mostly by sadness for the shit that my Mom has to go through, but also the absolute anger I feel for the pathetic girls who framed me.

My Mom pulled me into one last hug before finally letting me go.

Grabbing a hold of my suitcase, I walk up the steps to the tall wooden brown doors and open them. I expected the inside to look just as bad as the outside, but I was surprised. The wooden floors were swept and mopped clean to a precise shine, the walls were decorated with gorgeous paintings and there wasn't a cobweb in sight. There was a blue rug that flowed from the front doors and down the end of the hallway to the staircase. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, shining in brilliance. I was stopped in my tracks, surprised not being enough to explain the emotion I was feeling.

I was going to stay here? As punishment for something I didn't do?

Can't say I was feeling regretful.