Trust Issues

Part 21

Since Zoe arrived, Kingston didn't seem as bad after all. We did have to wear the filthy uniforms and listen to depressing opera music at breakfast but with Zoe to talk too, things always seemed better than before. Also, people had started to accept me around here, they started to talk to me and find out some information about me. Zoe and I became good friends with the dance troop which we auditioned for and got the place in, so we weren't sat alone anymore. It was only now, after spending nearly 5 months here alone, that I actually started to feel like I belonged. As for me and my relationships, well there was a guy who I met in a club and he came to the school, looking for me, admitting to me that he  really liked me and he plucked up the courage to ask me on a date, but I declined and now he doesn't speak to me. The dance girls went mad at me for telling him no, saying that I should have accepted his offer and might have become the most popular girl in the school because I had a boyfriend from the outside. I just laughed and said that I didn't have feelings for him, the truth is, I still couldn't get Josh out of my mind. I often sat on the grounds at the University, under the big oak tree and looked at the photo album Lucie gave me for my birthday, jammed with photos of us all. Some were a little stained from where my tears had fell. I always thought about them, I'll never forget them, even though I know they have most likely forgotten about me.

So now it was summer which meant two things, exams and the graduation. I was dreading my exams, especially English. Zoe and I spent most of our English lessons teasing our teacher and laughing at the back so we didn't really concentrate and now regret it because we know we're going to fail the exam. Drama was going well, I miss performing with Olly and Jaymi but the group I was in now was going very well. Our piece was hilariously funny, about the teachers in the school and what they do in the staff room and what they really think about the students. I knew the guys at Hope would have loved the performance, it's just a shame they couldn't be here to share it with me. My dance exam went incredibly well, that's what I though anyway. I didn't fall or mess anything up and the examiners looked pleased, giving me a standing ovation and clapping as I took a bow and left the stage, ready for them to meet their next victim. The final exam was my English exam and as it was tomorrow, Zoe had invited herself around to my apartment to do my last minute revision; but we all knew that no revision would get done because frankly, we'd just sit there laughing.

I woke up and stretched, yawning and flicking the switch on the kettle to make myself a cup of coffee so I wasn't falling asleep during the day. The cold hard floor touched my feet and sent a shiver up my body. Opening the curtains, the sunlight shone through, immediately sending the shiver away and warming up the whole room, making the place look a little happier. Drinking my coffee and munching on my toast, I decided to get my things ready for my exam tomorrow as we all knew Zoe would be staying for quite a while. Getting changed into my uniform and tying the yellow checked scarf around my neck, almost choking me. I sighed and went around the room, picking up pens, pencils, rubbers, rulers all piling them into my pencil case ready to take into the exam. I looked at the finished product and realised that there was something missing, something not quite right but I....THE KEY RING! The key ring that Josh got me for passing my exams last year. I rummaged to the bottom of the drawers where my necklaces and bracelets were stored, finding it sat there, unharmed and untouched. I breathed a little sigh of relief and placed it into my pencil case. I know you're thinking I'm silly for taking a key ring into an exam but Josh told me to take it with me whenever I needed good luck and with my English grades at the moment, I would need all the luck I could get. At the bottom of the drawer, I found a little brown envelope, ripped and a little bit damaged, teared open at the side. I carefully took it out, admiring it and placing it on my lap. I was about to open it when there was a loud knock on the door. Startled, I threw the envelope back into the drawer, slamming it shut and making my way towards the door.