Alexander Prep

This is it. I’m finally here, after so long. Now all I have to do is move my two feet, and walk. It’s so simple, just get up and move! Why am I so nervous? Dana would say I’m acting like a baby and Chase would tell me to face my fears and ignore what everyone else thinks. Just go Amanda, GO!

"Hey, Amanda, you planning on getting out any time soon?" says my brother, Joey as I just sit in the passenger seat of his blue Chevy Malibu. I look at him, and then out the window. I see the sight of Alexander Prep, the #2 private boarding school in America. It’s huge, much larger than any other school I’ve ever seen. It looks like one of those large castles in Europe, and it’s even on top of a hill like them too! But the castle isn’t what really amazes or maybe even scares me. It’s the students. They won’t like someone like me. The only reason I’m here is because I’m on scholarship. If it wasn’t for that, I would have never even thought about this place.

"The kids at Alexander Prep are just a bunch of snobby upper class socialites. You’ll never make any friends there. To them, you’re just some poor kid who doesn't stand a chance."  That’s what my brother told me every time I would dream of Alexander’s vine-filled walls and 340 acres. My mom would tell him to shut up and then tell me that the kids there will accept me, even though I’m middle class. I sigh and cross my arms as I look at the car floor.

"Come on, out already! I’m gonna be late for my lacrosse practice! Get out!" yells Joey. Sometimes, I really just want to slap him.

"Aren’t you going to help me with my suitcases? I’m 15; I can’t carry all this stuff by myself!" I say with an angry look on my face. How dare he ignore the fact that I have 3 huge suitcases and 5 duffle bags to carry!

"Ugh, fine! But if I miss lacrosse practice—"

"Look, this school is 8 hours away from our house. You would have been late anyway!" I yell at him. I finally step out of the car and take in a breath of fresh, crisp air and newly cut grass. I see a group of boys wearing red and black jerseys throwing around a football on the side of the front lawn, and spot a girl holding a ferret in her arms. I suddenly stop in my tracks. I can’t do this. These people are not going to like me. I should just go back home…

"Amanda, move!" says my brother as he interrupts my thoughts. He’s carrying my biggest red suitcase, and two duffle bags. I walk back to the trunk and get my medium sized black suitcase, and grab my backpack and a bag. We walked to what looked like the main building, and went to a big desk with a sign that said "Admissions".

"Hello, my name is Lindsey Hollaway, the ‘office lady’ as the kids call me. Now, how may I help you have a wonderful Alexander Prep day?" says the overly cheery lady at the desk. Her blonde hair was in a very tight looking ponytail, and she was wearing incredibly bright pink lipstick with blue eye shadow which instead of making her look younger, made her look like she was 50. I’m pretty sure that in reality, she’s around 40, but by that age, all women just overdo with the makeup.

"Uh, hello. My little sister here is enrolled in this school and we’re just wondering where her room is. She’s new." Says my brother who is awkwardly looking around. He obviously was trying to avoid looking stupid. As usual, he failed.

"Of course! And what is your name?" she asks me with a creepy smile on her face. I can’t help but being scared of her.

"Uh, my name is Amanda Omo." I say.

"Omo? That’s a very interesting name! Lemme search for it." She says as she scoots over to the computer. After a bunch of typing she prints something out, picks up a key from out of a box, and then hands them to me.

"This here paper has everything you’ll need to know! Now run along, and have a wonderful Alexander Prep day!" she says to us. We wave and awkwardly walk away.