Cecilia's father, a well-known and successful lawyer, was tired of her problems. Tired of the issues she had been causing for the family and it's name.
After an incident, which she kept claiming wasn't even her fault, she's sent away to a boarding s...
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"Cece...please just believe me when I say that this is for the best," my sister says, her eyes shining with sympathy as she stares over at me from the drivers seat.
I scowl out the window, completely ignoring her and not bothering to look at her. Her eyes could look as sorry as they want, but I know deep down she's not bothered with me leaving. Just as always, she will follow whatever orders our father would send out. Including me being sent far away from them.
No one believed me when I said it wasn't me, but I wasn't expecting them to. Everyone in that stupid household hated me and believed me to be a burden and they obviously jumped at the first excuse to get rid of me.
Which is what they're doing right now. Some stupid little incident happened and the blame fell on me and now I'm being sent away to some fancy little boarding school hours away from my home and my friends.
Not that I had many friends anyways, but still.
With one more sigh, my sister, Arabella, finally gives up on trying to win me back over. By now she's probably remembering my crazy stubbornness and pettiness when it comes to arguments.
I mean, at least she had the decency to actually drive me to this place instead of shipping me off in some taxi like my dad initially wanted.
Speaking of which, we'd been driving for quite a while now and I'm guessing we're almost there judging by a sudden change in scenery. The roads began to turn more gravelly and our car shook just slightly every few seconds when we ran over rocks or pebbles. Trees began to surround us more and more as we drove further, slightly shielding off the sunlight. Quickly after, the trees lessened again and the rocks were replaced by large patches of tall, green grass.
I felt part of my fight die down when a large, castle-like building came into view, looking a lot like a smaller version of Hogwarts. Okay... maybe boarding school wasn't the worst thing if I got to walk around in a castle like this every day.
Overgrown vines were growing up the side of the building, surrounding it and making it look like the building had been up for a while. The school looked like it had it's own little garden, wisteria and tulips and narcissus and so many other flowers covering the lawn next to a fancy water fountain standing in the middle of the entrance to the school.
Finally making it to the front, my sister parked the car and looked over at me with another sad look. "I really am sorry, you know. But this really could be good for you." She tried to smile encouragingly. "I mean, you'll be living in a dorm with other girls, you'll be studying and it'll be nice for your education, and you can just have some time to yourself, away from dad and all," she said.
I nodded my head quietly, deciding she could be right. Peace and quiet was all I had been begging for since the moment my mother pushed me out of her womb. As much as I complained, being away from my father would relieve a whole lot of stress for me.
Sighing, I finally looked her in the eyes and contemplated something for a minute. After making up my mind, I reached over and hugged her tightly, something she reciprocated with equal amounts of strength. "I love you." I whispered in her ear.
"I love you too, my little sister." She smiled warmly, happy I'd finally given in and forgiven her. "We'll see each other during holidays, okay?" She placed both of her hands on my shoulders, leveling herself into my eyesight. "In the mean time, please don't get into any trouble." She smirked.
I wanted to roll my eyes in annoyance but held it in until I was able to get out. Nodding my head instead, I opened the door and got out, casting another look at her. Right before I closed the door she called out, "oh! Almost forgot, if you take a left the second you go through the entrance, the office is supposed to show you to your dorms.
Nodding simply, I headed to the back of the car and pulled out my bags from the trunk. I stepped back, waving at my older sister one last time before I saw her turquoise car slowly driving away.
Sighing deeply, I closed my eyes for a moment before reopening them, preparing myself for whatever bullshit I could potentially experience.
Following Ara's instructions, I took a left upon entering and immediately saw a sign with the words 'Main Office' on it hanging from the entrench of a door. I stood outside the door way too long, overthinking weather I was supposed to knock or not before going in the office.
If I did go in without knocking and I was supposed to, they'd all look at me like I was stupid. But if I did knock and I didn't even have to, that'd be embarrassing because they'd also look at me like I was stupid.
Groaning internally, I suck it up and walk inside, thanking the heavens when the girl at the front desk simply looks up at me, no judgement present on her face elderly face.
She looks back down at her computer, her keyboard clicking loudly as her long, manicured nails type away.
Stopping infront of her desk, I wait a second before clearing my throat when she doesn't glance back up at me.
"Um," I clear my throat. "H-hello."
She takes pause from smacking on her gum to look up at me, red lips pulling into a polite smile. I realize it's fake, but decide not to fault her on it because it's seven in the morning and I've probably just disrupted whatever peaceful silence she'd been working in.
"Yes, miss?" She asks kindly, taking a break from her typing to place her crossed hands on her desk.
"I'm, well, I'm new here and I was told to come here for my schedule as well as my dorm number?" I ask, internally cringing when I stutter across the beginning of my sentence.
"Right, right. Could you tell me your name?" She asks, shuffling papers around her desk, her eyes narrow over her thin glasses to see better.
"Cecilia Oliver."
"I see..." she murmurs slowly, looking over her papers until she stopping on my name. "Right here. Alright, here's your schedule." She says, handing over a thin piece of paper containing all my classes and their numbers.
"And your dorm..here- wait, no..." She cut herself off, looking down at the papers unsurely. "Hold on sweetie, I think there may be something wrong." She frowned.
I shuffled on my feet awkwardly. "What's the matter?" I tried to peer over at the paper.
"For some reason it's saying you've been placed in the boys hall, which cannot be tight, because- well...you're a girl." She motions to me.
I pale at her words."It's just a mistake though, right? I'm gonna be placed with girls?" I ask, a touch of panic lacing my tone.
She frowns back at me, looking just as confused as me.
"Well, do you remember when you applied? It's possible that maybe you applied too late and all the girls rooms were full."
"It was a last minute thing, my parents only enrolled me, like, last week." I answer, growing more and more uneasy at the idea of living with a bunch of teenage boys all alone in one single dorm room.
"Yes, that is most likely the reason. I'm so sorry about this, hun, but there really is nothing I can do unless one of the girls drops out and a spot opens up," she explains, staring up at me with sympathy. Sighing, she hands over a little slip of paper with the number on it. "Well...boys dorms are on the left side at the top of the staircase. I'll send someone to come help you with your stuff."
With another look of pity, she goes back to whatever she was typing on her computer before, leaving me standing here frozen, the slip of paper in my hand as I silently gape at it, unable to come up with any coherent thoughts or words.
I'm going to live with a bunch of boys. Disrespectful, nasty, uncontrollable teenage boys. Surely that's not actually allowed? There has to be some rule that prevents this.
