Kirin Academy

No family New beginning

 *This story does have some foul language in it*

I sit on the black loveseat in front of the girl who's about to change my whole life more than my parent's sudden death. I cross my right leg over my left as I lean back on the couch waiting for the tall, brown-haired woman who sat at the desk in front of me to talk. As she typed away on her ASUS Zen book I took the chance to look around her small business office. It was a cozy little cubby in the back of the brick building which my uncle had brought me into. The couch and desk sat on a light grey smooth carpeted floor that filled the entirety of the room. The four walls of the room are painted a light cream color and are plastered with pictures from different states, I'm assuming in which this lady had been too. The white ceiling had a small modern fan with a bright light attached to it, I regret looking up at it because now I see white spots everywhere I look. Behind the lady's chair was a small grey table that was probably only two feet off the ground and covered in Vine plants. I absolutely hate those plants, they freak me the fuck out, like why do they always look so creepy? They look like they are going to crawl through my vents and strangle me in my sleep. I shiver at the thought and direct my focus back to the office girl. She finally stops typing on her fancy computer and looks up at me with a small smile. "Hello Hunter, my name is Izzie, I will be your social worker" You got to be kidding me, I don't need a social worker, why did Jeremey have to drop me off in this hell hole, if you loved your sister so much you should be helping me not putting me in some lady who looks young enough to be my older sister's hands I think to myself as I look this lady in her emerald eyes. I show her a small smile so she knows I heard her. "So Hunter I will be helping you until you can go off on your own next year ok?" she questions but I know damn well that this isn't a question and more of a nice demand. I nod my head and continue to smile softly. She smiles back as she picks up some papers "So I talked to your uncle and he told me that he is not able to take care of you" She pauses and looks at the papers in her hand before continuing "We both agreed that the best thing for you is to start your senior year at Kirn Academy, it's in all girls boarding school in Ottawa Canada" As she said this my mouth fell open, Canada? That's about a 8 hour flight I thought as my facial expression turned cold. "I know that it's a bit far away but we feel it is the best for you." she says with a apologetic smile. As mad as I am for Jeremey to be shipping me off to a whole nother country I know I can't show it. She hands the papers over to me and I skim over them. 

"When will I be leaving?" I asked in a neutral tone as I flip through the papers in my hand. 

"The end of this week, Saturday afternoon is when the plane leaves. We will have someone on the plane with you to make sure you get to the school safely." She says as she starts typing on her computer. As much as I want to argue and scream and curse my uncle out I keep my calm. I know this is what my parents would have wanted and I am not going to argue. "Be packed up by 10am on Saturday before the funeral and Conrad will pick you up at the church at 1. I nod my head slowly as I take the papers and stand up. Izzy smiles at me and opens the door to the cubby of an office she sits in all day. I smile and wave as I leave the room finding Jeremey in the waiting room. I take the keys that are placed on his lap and walk out into the parking lot looking around for his white 2013 BMW series three, its an older car but it runs pretty well. As I get into the car I wait for Jeremey's drunk ass so I can go home. As he gets into the passenger seat I take off to my parents beautiful home that is now owned by my dead beat uncle. As we turn down Harvey boulevard I smile as my eyes scan the open flower fields. I parked the car in the garage and stormed inside and to my room so I wouldn't have to talk to Jeremey, boy do I hate him. This house went from being a beautiful big home to a trash pit, Jeremey is the laziest slob I have ever met, the once cleaned marble kitchen is now filled with Samuel Adams beer bottles and Marlboro cigarette containers. The huge grey and white living room is now all stained with spaghetti sauce and beer spills, and the down stairs bathroom hasn't been cleaned in weeks. I open my room door and smile at the sight of a nice clean room. Jeremey doesn't bother coming upstairs since it belongs to Griffin and I. There is a small but nice sitting room upstairs with a flatscreen tv and a bookshelf that takes up the whole front wall. Following the white hallway down is three rooms, the bathroom, my brothers room, then my room. Griffin and I both grew up in a house hold that is clean so our space is always tidy and organized which is why downstairs disgusts me so much. The bathroom is Griffins since I have a bathroom in my bedroom, which I have never been so grateful for, When you have a fifteen year old brother who thinks looks are the only thing that matters you never get a chance to be in the bathroom. Other than the garden my room is my favorite place to be, The four bedroom walls are painted white and on each wall is a four square window with grey curtains, my bed sits on the farthest wall from the door and has the prettiest orange bed covering on it along with my stuffed animal sea otter that my parents gave me for my third birthday. I have Olivia Rodrigo posters hung up along with some other posters, and  pictures of my family and friends, On my desk that is located on the wall adjacent to the door has a picture frame of my family and I in Paris, we went their for my parents anniversary. I feel tears form in my eyes as I realize this is my last week in this house, in my room. I quickly wipe my tears and go down stairs hoping not to run into Jeremey on my way to the basement where we keep the storage totes and boxes. I bring boxes up to my room and start with taking my posters down laying them on my bed gently so they don't rip. i count the five Olivia Rodrigo posters, three Morgan Wallen posters and my Pretty Little Liars Poster. After taking down all my posters as well as pictures I place them all into a little tote where they will not bend or get ruined. I then took the bigger box to my bookshelf in the sitting room and packed all of my books, I have around three hundred. After about three hours I had my room pretty much all packed up other than clothes and my bathroom things.