Saint Peters Academy, My Fathers Private Boarding School for Boys.

To Those Conerned,

I have previously posted the begining of this story on another sight but after it mucked me around I decided to give up but I'm back and reposting now. I hope you enjoy this and have a nice day.

Love Audrey, xx.

"Nean, Jose, Luke. Get in here, we need to talk to you all."

I pulled the head phones gently from my ears as I lugged myself off my queen sized bed,

"Why"? I heard my cheeky 12 year old brother call from the room opposite mine.

Realizing nothing but force would get my brother downstairs I reached into the room, taking a firm grip of his ear, and dragged him down the stairs. Luke, short for Lucas, was the rebellious one out of my family. I always thought of myself as the mature, older care giver of a child. Although most people called me Nean my birth certificate referred to me as Janine. A name I had distanced myself from as soon as I was old enough to grasp how terrible it was. My other brother, Jose, Short for Joseph, was the smart one.

Reaching the kitchen to finding my mother, father and Joseph already seated I parked Luke in his usual seat and took the remainder for myself.

"We have some exciting news kids". Nervousness was written all over my mothers face, could she be pregnant again. I hope if she is I'll have a little sister this time.

"I have been offered the job of a life time, I will be principle and St Peters Academy. We're moving."

My Jaw hit the floor when my father said that. I couldn't believe it. Why couldn't mum just have been pregnant. I didn't want to leave. I had lived here my whole life. I had grown up with my friends from kindergarten. They couldn't do this to me. I loved this house. It may be a little smaller than preferable and a little banged up in some places. But those bangs were my memories.

Before I knew what I was doing I had abruptly removed myself from the table, knocking the chair I was previously seated on over in the process. I was never one for tantrums. that was my youngest brother's forte. But the rage in this sudden confession consumed me.

Taking the loudest fastest stomps I could manage I grabbed the keys to my car from the kitchen counter and headed out the front door. After several failed attempts at opening the door to my car I shut myself inside and slammed on the engine. Letting a rage take hold of me I pushed my car harder and faster than I ever would have dared to normally. I was so infuriated that I didn't care for my safety or the safety of any helpless passer-by’s. Not realizing where I was going I took each corner of my perfect little town a little faster than the last. Just pushing it all.

Turning down yet another deserted street I realized where my subconscious was leading me. Slamming on the breaks to stop in time, I exited the car and started across the perfect lawn before me. Before I could even knock the door was opened, "Nean. What's wrong? Oh god, are you okay?"

His worry was like a pain killer to my personal turmoil. "Were moving, They just told me. I just freaked out and left. I've been driving around town for the last half hour not even knowing what I was doing. I never freak out. Jace whats wrong with me?"

My ex boyfriend looked into my puffy red eyes before wrapping his arms around me in an enchanting hug. Regret swept over me as I thought back on our break up the other day. Maybe I had been to harsh on him. "I love you Jace, I'm sorry I let Daisy come between us. You were drunk and she took advantage of you. I'm sorry. Please take me back."

"Oh god, Nean of course. I'm so sorry about letting Daisy seduce me like that. I promise it will never happen again. But are you sure you want to get back together, I mean, if you're moving. Is it worth it?"

"I don't care. Even if were moving tomorrow. I love you, I want to be with you tonight."

I looked up into his wide smiley blue eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me.

"I love you too."

The final words he could utter before my lips crashed into his.