4 girls. 1 room, 100 open wounds. Each girl broken in a different way.
They have to live together for this 9 months in a boarding school with no exit and no rules. When things start getting down hill the only thing that's left for them to do is post...
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I probably smashed the limousine's door as I walked out with my luggage which are definitely heavier than me.
"Would you like some help Mrs. McMullen" the driver asked me. He seemed genuine enough but calling me by my last name was the biggest mistake a person could make.
"No. But don't worry your not totally useless. You get to go to my mum and tell her that her daughter sends her kisses and curses" I whispered the last part giving him a tight smile without teeth and an invisible middle finger.
"As- as you wish Mrs. McMul- I am sorry I mean Wren. Wren, right ?" he stuttered
"I'd prefer if you didn't address to me at all. Now if you excuse me I would love to find the council and get my room number."
I grabbed my suitcases and threw my bag over my shoulder getting ready to leave but not before my dumpass driver was given a clear message.
"Hope you don't trip down and hit your head on the windshield or let the door hit you in the ass while getting in Simon"
"My name is Thomas"
"Simon suits you better"
"But-" he started. I interrupted him immediately. "I didn't ask you so, bye bye Simon" I smiled phycotically and waved him off, mentally pushing him away.
Simon took a sharp turn and jogged over to the drivers sit. As the car's engine started I yelled at him: "Wuss" and stuck my tongue out tilting my head to the side for him to able to get a good look of me.
"Children" I heard him murmur.
Who did you call a child, old man?
Simon drove away and the back door sounded like it was about to fall off.
I made a turn and walked towards the rusty gate with a "WELCOME FRESHMEN" banner hanging above it.
"Well isn't that just great" I sarcastically said to myself. Only for me to hear I guess.
The school building's old white painted walls where scrubbed off with almost only bricks showing now. It's roof tiles where a faint russet color which reflected on the sunlight. Moss and dark green leaves grew all over the boarding school's walls sending a musty smell through the air.
"What a fairyland" I said to the freezing air frowning and pulling my baseball cap farther down. Atleast I am not using self sarcasm anymore. I see progress.
There was a wooden arbor on the side of the garden and pine trees surrounding the metal fence from the outside and from the inside. Three pipes run along the opposite side of the yard, one of them had a noticeable crack in the middle, water running down to a stone bowl which kinda looked like a sink.
