The Peculiar Diary of Dexter Collins

Prolouge & Chapter 1

Dear Diary,

This story starts from when I was a child and my parents shipped me off to a boarding school. Shall we begin?

10 years ago

She was crying, and I knew the reason why. She was crying because of me. I was being forced to leave her behind when I had promised never to do that very thing. My parents were sending me away to Nightingale Prep School in Scotland. She didn't want me to leave London, but I had no choice. I'd stay if I could.

I wiped her tears away and told her that I would return to her, so that we could be together. I sealed that promise by giving her the ring that my father told me to only give to a girl that I truly care about. That was our final moment together before I boarded the train to Scotland with my father.

10 years later

My parents are finally allowing me to go home to London  after ten years of being at boarding school in Scotland. I still don't understand why they sent me away in the first place. There's still a bit of bitterness between my parents and I because I still haven't fully forgiven them for sending me here. I still remember that dreadful train ride clear as day.

Flashback

Staring out the window at her, I watched as fresh tears streamed down her face while her twin brother tried to remain strong. Even though his eyes glistened with unshed tears of his own, he wiped hers away with his sleeve as best he could. I should have been the one to be doing that, better yet she shouldn't have been crying in the first place. It seemed the world wanted to add insult to injury because at that moment, it began to rain heavily and soon they were both obscured from my vision. After the train had pulled out, I turned away from the window, curled up into a ball, and tried my hardest to hold my own tears back. I felt so much anger towards my father and mother to the point that I didn't even say goodbye to him when he dropped me off at my room in Nightingale Prep. Instead, I slammed the door in his face. I slid down against it and listened to his footsteps disappear before I let my own tears fall down my cheeks. All I could think of was the one person I wanted by my side. I wanted my beloved Alexandria next to me instead of being there at only six years old. I stayed curled up by the door until I heard one being opened from somewhere else in the room. A boy about the same age as me came out from wherever he was. When he saw me he just stared at me for a second then surprised me by saying , "Hi. My name is James Hawthorne. Nice to meet you". That's how I met one of my greatest friends.

End of Flashback

Now I'm sixteen and can't wait to see my beautiful Alexandria again. I was thirteen the last time I went home, and since then, I've been told that I have to stay here until my parents changed their minds. Which I find strange because why would they stop me from going home and seeing her. Even then I wasn't really allowed to spend time with her by myself there was always someone with us whether it was her brother or worse an adult. It's like they don't trust us to be alone together. We're responsible enough and she had all the control back then. I wonder what she looks like now all I have is the many letters we've sent to each other over the years. Hopefully she hasn't changed too much.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard the door opening softly and a pair of arms snaked around my body from behind. The heavy smell of the expensive Jasmine perfume gave her away. It was Jasmine Hawthorne the richest, most popular, and hottest girl in the whole school according to most of the boys and even some girls in school. I didn't turn around knowing she has an ulterior motive for being in my room this late at night. Taking a quick peek at the really nice watch Alexandria sent me for my birthday, I see that it's already eleven p.m, meaning I have only an hour before I leave for the train station. Luckily for me, all I had to do was put my box of letters in my book bag. Well there is the matter of the little she-devil who annoys me to no end that's plastered to my back. I take a deep breath and tell her to leave because I'm not interested in what she has to offer. Yet I know she won't take no for an answer. What I didn't expect is that she would yank me around and attempt to kiss me. Luckily I don't let her get far because of my ninja like reflexes I cover my mouth with my hand to block her lips. She huffed with annoyance and looked like she was ready to pounce. And pounce she did. She pushed me back onto my bed and was messing with my belt right when her brother James picked the perfect moment to walk into the room from his late night shower. One look from him and she was already protesting, but in the next second he grabbed her off of me and threw her into the hallway out on her rear. I couldn't help laughing at the position she landed in, with her legs spread wide open. It was funnily ironic because of her reputation, but I'm going to let you guess my dear diary about what I'm saying. There is only one girl I love and she is not Jasmine Hawthorne! 

Her name is Alexandria Hale. She's the only girl in my eyes and that's how it's always been and will be.  All I can think about is when I'm going to be able to see her again. This is a good night knowing I will soon see my beloved Alexandria again.