Saving Anastasia

Before

it was the week before I left my life here at home and moved across the world to London to continue the rest of my education in a boarding school. my mother still insist that I shouldn't go so far away from home because she would feel rather lonely. But in all honesty I picked London because it was across the sea from her, you see my mother can be quite a character, she tends to have various of moods that suited her and it got quite annoying.

And then my last Monday came, we was at the airport, my mother didn't come with me to the airport only my friends did, she didn't because;

1. she hadn't finished packing

2. she didn't want to say goodbye

3. She didn't want to hear me begin sarcastic for the last time

but instead stood, Eleanor Watson, Head of the Drama department and Corry Lawson, the school head Capitan for American football. Eleanor was a tiny blonde girl, but her size didn't stop her from begin the loudest person in our school. Eleanor was those girls you could never tell a secret too, I remember when I told her I had a crush on Vanessa almond one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen, as soon as I told Eleanor during pe class; the whole school knew by first lunch. However Eleanor was still one of the most kindest people I knew.

Corry Lawson star quarter back to South California kicks, but he wasn't the stereotypical jocks he cared about his education, he was one of the top people to get good grades in our last year, passing all his exams. Corry wasn't a air head but someone with ambition.

"Noah, we are going to miss you man" Eleanor said as she sat down on the airport floor.

"I agree with loud mouth other here man" Corry said while joining Eleanor on the floor.

"Where are you guys going for school now?" I said,

"Preston" Corry said.

"Julliard" Eleanor said.

"So I guess we all go into very prestigious schools then?"

"Yeah" Corry and Eleanor said in unison.

"That's cool." I nodded knowingly, and that was the end of that topic. I would have asked more questions about their schools, except (1) I didn't actually give a shit and (2) I don't care for small talk and (3) I had to board my flight ,

"I guess this is a goodbye," Eleanor said, " I see you around? Maybe." Eleanor was that type of person who was indecisive a lot, never made her mind up

I hugged both of them and walked the other direction.

"Good Luck in London," Corry shouted,

"Thanks," I answered, relieved that I was going to be out of here and away from everyone to start a new life and have new adventures.

London was very cold, certainly different from America. Cold enough for me to wish to return home. I Arrived here and had my Aunty pick me up to drop you to the boarding school wasn't the best idea I ever had, but it was better than my mom begin here.

Between Aunt Mel and ME, It only took an few hours to unload her car.

" I can unpack myself, Mel" I said, as she stood their, ready to go.

"well at least give me a hug" she said hugging me tightly " I am sure your mum will miss you loads" she said.

"tell her not to worry please," I smiled. " I will be fine"

"Don't do drugs, No drinking, No cigarettes and No sexual intercourse" Aunt Mel said before leaving me in the dorm room.

I sat down on the bunk. before lay back on my bunk and pulling a jumper over me. Things have never been so different in my life, my mum has looked after me, i have never gotten a chance to live in the moment, everything has been so boring and uneventful for me.

few hours of rest, I managed to start decorating my room, with band posters and setting up my shelf with books ad book collections, I heard the door open and a tall boy walking in.

"I'm Chris Stevenson," he announced in a very deep voice, before I could respond, he spoke. " you have good taste in music"

I laughed and nodded. " Thank you" as I travelled back to my bunk.

" I'm Noah Halter. Nice to meet you."

"Nice name Noah."

I shook my head no.

"Consider yourself lucky" he smiled

I was going to ask why but decided against it.

"you sound American?" he asked

"that is because I am American" I said with a smirk.

"what state?" he asked

"California"

"Oh," he said.

"Noah, you have to be careful here, with students and teachers. and I do hate begin careful," he smirked. I hated begin careful too- or at least I wanted to.

" Well come Noah Halter we have a lot off shit to do."

We made our way out of our dorm room into the tv room and out to the hallway. it took us ten minute for us to reach our destination.

we stopped outside a door, room 349.

" basically Noah we have two groups here," he explained, speaking very urgent. " you've got the regular boarders like you and me and then you've got the rich boarders. who live in Westminster and Covent Gardens , the kids that can go home to their air-conditioned Mansions every weekend. Those are the cool kids here. unfortunately I don't like any of them and for hell know they don't like me either.

After hs explanation, he opened the door , Chris had explained (1) This is Anastasia's room, and that (2) she was alone in this room cause she was a rich kid and (3) Anastasia was the only rich person he speaks too cause she has cigarettes.

He didn't even ask if (4) if I smoked, which (5) I didn't.

"hey" she said in my direction. " I'm Anastasia and you are?"

"Noah, nice to meet you" I said extending my hand to reach for hers and shaking it.

we spent a few hours talking to Anastasia, to my concern I figured out she was a crazy teenager girl, that hit rock bottom, she told me all these stories of her running around campus naked and running on train tracks.

"Noah, Anastasia is quite a fucked up person, she says morbid things and lives of excitement but she has never failed school cause she has this thing where she really smart and manipulative" Chris said to me.

I stare blank at her in confusion.

Anastasia was beautiful, she had a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. her waist was tapered and she had a burnished complexion. A pair of arched eyebrows looking down her sweeping eyelashes, her red delicate lips was under her framed button nose, Anastasia was beautiful but she was beautifully fucked up.