Dears At My School

Nadine

It's a bright and crisp morning in September, and I'm standing outside my house, clutching my suitcase tightly as I wait for my ride to arrive. I'm on my way to boarding school, something that I've been looking forward to for months now. But as excited as I am to start this new adventure, I can't help feeling a little sad about leaving home.

I look up at the house, a large and imposing structure that sits at the end of a long driveway. It's a beautiful place, with tall, white pillars and a wraparound porch. But it's also a little bit lonely. My parents are always working or traveling, and I'm an only child, so I spend a lot of time by myself. I've always been independent, but lately, it's been getting to me.

As if on cue, my parents pull up in their car. They both hop out of the vehicle, dressed in their sharp business attire, and come over to give me a quick hug.

"Be good, Nadine," my mother says, patting my cheek.

"Study hard, sweetie," my father adds, adjusting his tie.

I nod, not sure what else to say. They both seem so distant, so preoccupied with their own lives. I wish they could come with me to school, but I know that's not an option.

"Your ride is here," my father says, motioning to the car that's just pulled up beside us.

"Okay," I say softly, my heart starting to race with excitement and a little bit of fear.

I say goodbye again to my parents, and then I'm off, hurrying to the car with my suitcase. The driver, a young woman with dark hair and a friendly smile, helps me load my bags into the trunk.

"Ready to go?" she asks cheerfully.

I nod, feeling a little nervous now.

"Good," she says, starting up the car. "We've got a few hours' drive ahead of us. I brought some snacks if you're hungry."

I smile, grateful for her kindness.

As we pull out of the driveway and head down the road, I realize that this is it. I'm leaving my old life behind and starting something completely new. And as much as my parents may neglect me sometimes, I know that they're still my family, and I'm going to miss them. But I'm also excited to see what the future holds. And I'm determined to make the most of this opportunity, no matter what.

The drive is pleasant, with the driver making small talk and pointing out some of the sights along the way. I can feel myself relaxing a little, the tension in my shoulders melting away. It's nice to have someone to talk to, even if it's just a stranger.

After a while, we turn off the main road and start down a long, winding driveway that curves through dense woods. I can feel my excitement growing, and my nerves too. This is it. My new home for the next few years.

When we finally pull up to the school, I'm struck by its grandeur. It's a massive, old brick building with ivy crawling up its sides. There are dozens of students milling about, some chatting in small groups, others dragging their suitcases behind them.

My driver helps me unload my bags and points me in the direction of the main office. As I make my way through the crowd, I feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Will I fit in here? Will I make friends? Will I be able to handle the workload?

When I finally reach the office, there's a woman waiting for me. She introduces herself as the dean of students, and then gives me a quick rundown of the school's policies and procedures. She also hands me a set of keys and a map of the campus.