BadBoys and Boarding Schools

*Dorms and secrets*

 As we pulled up to the large, old building and the car finally jolted to a halt, I felt an anger that was bone deep. 

I looked over at my father with pure annoyance, stepped out of the Black Honda Odessey and slammed the door shut for emphasis.Alright I may have come on this trip with the mentality that I would be poised and mature about the situation but I was ultra pissed. 

Listen, I wasn't trying to be hostile,  but emotions cannot be kept in check under such conditions. Maturity could shove it. 

I marched towards a bench near the car and plopped down,crossing my arms and tapping my foot. Staring at me from inside the window, a look of pity on his face, my father finally hopped out of his car and came to join me. 

 He makes his way over to the bench I've situated at,  admiring the buildings around him with a smile on his face. Standing me up, he wraps his arm around my shoulder, giving me a hug. "This campus is beautiful isn't it?"

               "Dad,  please. I'm begging you, stop." I say trying to escape as my father's extremely tight embrace. "You're embarrassing me."

                 "Hmm?" He says ignoring me, while looking over my shoulder at the map on the giant bulletin board.

"I don't appreciate the 'tude, ya know." he says while finally letting go of me, "It's gonna be an amazing experience for you."  

He grabs a map from a nearby faculty member and slowly lead us towards the dorms. "You'll be getting one of the best educations out there and I honestly think that you'll get to enjoying this place if you give it a chance."

When he first told me about this misery of a school I would be attending, he emphasized the idea that I would have the best experience and make lifelong friends, but every teenager in the world knows that the only thing worse than high school is a 'full time' high school.

Living in dusty, old buildings and sharing communal showers was gonna be the "best two years of my life!"

Likely.

We walked farther down the dirt path towards a row of ten large apartment buildings. They were just as I had imagined them to be and sported a red-brick exterior with multiple columns of dirty windows. There was a clear divide between the two sets of five buildings and I concluded that it was split between boys and girls. The look of the campus made me reminisce back to the trip me and dad took to Harvard years prior. Reminding me of the same regal, old feeling I got from the university.

In the distance, giant trees shaded a small picnic area where few students were lounging.

Although other kids were also unpacking as it had been the first day for everyone, most looked like they knew what they were doing. The only other kids with their parents present seemed to be freshmen, who looked as confused as I felt. Looking up at the building, I started trying to recall the conversation with my father that set everything in motion...

I would honestly understand if he sent me away because I was a bad student or misbehaved all the time but I don't and I never have. I get decent grades and basically grew up with one friend so going out really had never been a  fun thing to do in my book.

In reality, I have no idea why my father is deciding to send me so far away from home as he has yet to give me a reason. My guess is that my father is hiding something from me, something big enough that he had to send me away. Because the father I knew would have never shipped me miles away from him for my "education."

My father checks his clock for the hundredth time and directs me to where one particularly unpleasant building is located.

"Dorm C, Room 26." My dad says while pushing and hustling me along, not wanting me to be late for orientation.