West Hills

Chapter 2

The town of Inera was the quietest and the most boring town I have been to ever (To be fair, I haven't been to enough to judge). It was a sleepy town and looked all grey. Of course, the sky was grey and it represented my mood perfectly. The town and its people worsened my mood by looking all down. It is as if all the good parts of the world were at my hometown, Little Springs, and this is where all gloomy things were centered in the world.

As I stared out the window to the bland town, the driver noticed my glum look. He looked and probably felt bad for me. He decided to try and start a conversation. "Are you excited for your new school?" he asked me. When he said that, I could tell he knew the answer and just wanted me to talk. I wasn't sure if I wanted to talk to the driver. He seemed friendly, but he was an adult. After the divorce, all grown-ups seemed less superior to me anymore. They had some of the same problems and more. They could also act childish, break up, and send their son to A FREAKING BOARDING SCHOOL ACROSS THE COUNTRY! I realized I was breathing hard and fast and had my fists clenched. This had gotten the driver's attention (GREAT! Now the driver thinks I am psychotic). This time however, he sighed and kept driving down Inera's dull streets.

After a long period of silence, I spoke for the first time since before the flight. "No...," I started.

"Family problems?" he asked. This surprised me of how he knew. He could tell of my curiosity by the look on my face. "I used to go at West Hills because my family hated me," he answered to my silent question. This shocked me once again of how willingly he said it to me. Maybe he just felt bad for me.

"Yes, it was a divorce," I answered to the driver.

"You know I was around your age when I got the boot," he said," You remind me of well...me"

I smiled and then we reached a gravel road and a sign that stated:

WEST HILLS BOARDING SCHOOL