In Little Springs, there was an old mansion in the center of the town. It was the original town hall and was the first building in Little Springs. Through the years, the building had been weathered and torn but has stood for over 75 years. Seeing the campus of West Hills painfully reminded me of what used to be my life. The mansion in Little Springs was the first thing that came into my mind. The campus was located in the middle of nowhere IN the middle of nowhere. There were four buildings around in a semi-circle with a fountain in the middle to top of the main area. Beyond the "square"(or should I call it a semi-circle?), I saw some woods with a glimpse of a lake beyond that. To top off the campus, there were buildings scattered around the grounds with walking and biking trails connecting everything. At the semi-circle, there were cars and taxis with teens exiting them and going into the two buildings at the foremost right which I could tell were the dorms.
My thinking was interrupted when the driver stopped at the circle and said to me two words. "Stay low," he said as he opened the door and went to the trunk to retrieve my things. Once again, the driver had surprised me and this time left me confused. Stay low? Why? What would happen if I didn't? These types of questions flooded into my mind. The driver had turned from surprising to menacingly sounding. Maybe the driver wanted to take his pain from West Hills and then said it to scare me? When the driver gave me my bags, I asked him why had he said that. He looked at me and said," Watch your back, West Hills is not as innocent as it may seem," the driver warned," Stay low, talk to no one, and you will fine for the next four years of your life."
As he said that, he took my free hand and shook it. After that, he handed me a card with the taxi company's contact info. "Call me if you find what I am talking about," he finished. With those words, he got back in the taxi and saluted me as he turned the taxi around and drove off campus.
Those words I would remember for the rest of my year.
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West Hills
Teen FictionThings seemed perfect for Mark Dean. He had a great family, a group of friends that cared, and the easiest of classes. Things get screwed up when his mom and dad divorce and send him to a boarding school called West Hills Boarding School. Then, his...
