Bad School

Chapter 1

Becka checked herself one more time before leaving her room. She arranged her blonde-brown hair and made sure her make up was natural and not aggressive. She looked at her blue trousers white ballet flats and long sleeved plain white top. Simple but sophisticated she said to herself. "Becka we're leaving" shouted her dad from downstairs. "Ok, coming" said leaving the room. By the time she was in the car dad was talking about how dangerous the town was. "If it's so dangerous, why did we move here?" She asked laughing to herself.
"You know why Becka I've got a great job here. Did you see the size of you room? It's massive!"
"And empty" she mumbled. Moving to year ten was exciting for her at first. New teachers. New classmates. But then she wasn't only changing year. She was moving. To a new house, to a new country - America. America sounds like a nice place and I guess it is. Sure. But when you think of America you think of beaches, girls in bikinis, and candy. But no. We had to move to an old town that had more criminals then anywhere else in the country. We were forced to move because we couldn't afford to live in even the smallest apartment in London. So we moved. To a terrible place with a beautiful house and A school. A boarding school she didn't know. It can't be too bad, even in a town like this. I'll be fine. She thought. I'm good at fitting in.
"We're here!" said her dad.
They seemed to have stopped in some sort of field. Becka saw the school just a few meters away. It was dark even in the daylight. It looked lonely and had a weird shape. "Don't judge a book by its cover" said her dad as if reading her thoughts. Becka smiled to herself. That was her dad. Always putting things on the good side.
"I guess I'll see you in three weeks" she said as she stepped out of the car onto the freshly mowed grass.
She heard the rumble of the car as he drove away. Becka started walking to the school. There were a lot of kids outside on the steps of the school. Becka squinted as her mouth dropped open.

What. The. Heck.