The Secret (Boston's Best 1)

Chapter Six

Riley said that they'd just get the bus down to the school and they'd be fine by themself for an hour, so after the 30-minute drive, mam and I have been down at Boston Prep setting up my dorm for the past half an hour.

I'd say most people are either still asleep or were home for spring break so they aren't back yet because the halls in these dorms are so quiet it's eerie, to be honest.

I'm in Liberty House, which is really nice. The dorm itself though is a really spacious room, which I am going to have to share with my roommate. Who is not here right now but I can tell that they are a very put-together person by the clean bed with white sheets, the memo board and calendar –that is fully filled I might add, and how not one thing seems to be out of place.

So far on my side, I've made my bed, stocked up the mini-fridge, put most of my clothes away-this place has a uniform so I won't need many, a few pictures and posters and miraculously the old record player, that I only brought to Boston as a backup anyway, still works, so a few of my favourite vinyls are out too.

I check the time and see that it's 6:30.

Crap.

"Mam, I love you and thank you for helping me settle in but I have half an hour to get ready. So, again I love you and I'll see you this weekend." I nearly start pushing her out the door.

"Woah, okay okay, relax baby. Just breathe. You are going to be fine. But remember to text me everything and send me a picture of you in that new adorable uniform. I love you."

20 minutes later my hair is in its natural curls, minimum makeup is on, and the uniform is actually quite comfortable, I won't lie.

It's pretty similar to the one I had back home except this is a blue and white checkered skirt but at home, the skirt was basically a kilt, the white shirt and tie are the same except for the colours, here it's a black blazer but at home, it was a black jumper. But at least here we don't have to wear specific shoes.

I put my rings and necklace on and grab my bag, ready to face the new day. That sounded straight off a ma's Pintrest. I should neer be allowed to speak again.

In the past hour, the halls have filled up, to say the least. There are people coming out of every room hugging and saying Hello after not seeing each other for a week.

It takes me 20 minutes to remember where the administration office is, but when I finally get there the only person remaining in the hall is a stunning girl with tanned skin, brown hair and big lips, and not to sound pervy, big boobs too. They're nice tits if I do say so myself.

She turns and smiles when she sees me. "Hello!" She says with a small accent that I can't seem to place "Are you, Madeleine O'Brien?"

"Hey, yeah I am but you can just call me Maddie."

"Okay then, Maddie. I'm Penelope Martinez and before you ask because everyone does, yes, I am from Spain. I moved here when I was eight or nine."

I laugh "Okay cool, I'm from Ireland, moved three days ago. Europeans unite, yano?"

Oh my god, Maddie shut up. Europeans unite, what does that even mean.

Penelope chuckles "Yes, well I suppose I better give you the tour." She gestures in front of us "This way please."

We walk down the huge hall for a moment and then she starts speaking, "Boston Preparatory Academy was founded in 1864 by some old white dudes who renovated a castle. We have a very pretentious motto in Latin 'Spe Invicem' which means Hope For One Another. It's actually pretty nice but still."

We get out of that hall and she points at the sign behind us "This is the Administration Hall so obviously this has the front office and where you register but it's also where the staffroom and facilities for the teachers are and the teacher car park is out back with the staff housing a bit that way too.