"Honey, can you promise me you'll be good?" I hear the words my mother said to me rattle around over and over again as the trees pass me by. Being in the car has never been so agonizing before. Everywhere I look another street sign goes by. Welcome to Sacramento, next exit in .5 miles, McDonalds at the next exit. All the signs were beginning to make me sick, so I turn to look at the face driving. My mother was always beautiful in my eyes. With her short blonde hair that was always styled the same, straight with a flip at the bottom. Her eyes always sparkled with the color of the sky on a clear summer day. She looks so wonderful today even though she's driving me to an awful place. I'm dreading when this car is going to stop moving. When it stops it means I'm finally at my new boarding school. It means I won't see my family unless I'm on break for the next four years. As the car nears a sign that reads "Welcome to LaGuardia Arts High School" I slightly groan.
The car rolls to a stop in the drop off lane in the front of the school. I open the door with discontent as a stunning Mustang convertible speeds its way right behind my old beat up Volvo. I open up the rusting trunk to my aged car. The small trunk is completely full with bags and suitcases for this occasion. I turn to see a stylish, athletic, well dressed guy step out. His hair waves like the ocean crashes, but jet black. He looks up to see me starring and winks whilst biting his lip. I know what he's trying to do, he wants me to want him. I've known guys like him before; if I avoid him it will be okay. I take out all my bags and fumble around until I find a way to carry them up the long staircase to the administration's office.
Making my way up the steps I spin to see the boy grab his bags and start climbing the stairs. We both reach the top at the same time and head to the broad glass doors. Inside I could smell cleaning supplies and fear. People had a look on their face as though they were going to die of anxiety. I wander up to the front desk where the lady looks back at me with hatred for speaking to her. "Uhm hi, I'm here to get my room key." I say now understanding the fear on everyone's face. She doesn't even look up from her twitter feed to ask me my name. I somewhat roll my eyes before saying "Alyssa Taylor". Her face makes no reaction to say "Room 782" and hands me a key. I grab the key and put it in my back pocket shifting out of the way. The guy from the mustang approaches the desk and the attendants eyes go straight to him, never leaving even to say "Yes, Mister Josh Anderson. You'll be in room 782 with a Miss Alyssa Taylor."
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LaGuardia Arts High School
Teen FictionA young girl, named Alyssa Taylor, goes to a boarding school and rooms with a boy named Josh Anderson. She finds out more about him than she wants. But is it worth it in the end?
