"I'm sorry Janine, but after your behavior last night I have no choice but to make you come with us." My dad just uttered the single worst sentence in the world. "You may want to start organizing the items you wish to take with you, We're leaving next Wednesday."
"Wednesday? That’s only four days away!" I couldn't believe it. Not only were they making me leave but I had less than a week to do so.
"I'm sorry but it's all I can postpone the move for. The northern hemisphere term is due to start in two weeks. I need to be there early. You're lucky we have that long. I'm sorry it's such short notice, I believe the previous headmaster was due to fill to this year before retiring but unfortunately he passed away last week. I am sorry this had to happen Janine, this short notice isn't easy for any of us."
A tear slid down my eye as I thought of all the friends I was to leave behind.
The rest of that night was spent curled up in my four post bed, tears streaming down my cheeks as I thought of the confrontations I was due to have at school Monday. Eventually managing to cry myself to sleep I had horrific nightmares of what my new home was to be like.
The chiming of the great grandfather clock residing in the lounge below me woke me from my disgruntled stupor as I shook the sleep from my limbs. Half asleep I counted to seven before removing myself from warm surrounding sheets. I heard the coo of a dove beyond my window and the thought stuck me of how ironic it was that this perfect day, Illuminated with light, could be the single worst of my life.
Realizing I was Late I pulled my uniform from the cleaned but unfolded laundry basket and raced down the stairs to the front door, grabbing a croissant from the counter on my way through. Postponing all thoughts of the move from my head I comfortably slipped the keys in the ignition and made my way to school.
Luck was on my side today as I pulled into the best parking spot in the school. It was never usually available this close to school's start. I reaching over the back seat, I grabbed my bag and headed into school along with my awaiting fate.
Late to tutor as per usual, I slunk in the back hoping the teacher wouldn't notice. Only this plan didn't play out so well as at a single glance to my friends seated together, chatting animatedly, I burst into tears. Arms surrounded my body as people quickly made their way to my side, asking if I was okay.
I nodded my hear and pulled back the tears and I let out a groaning moan in reply.
"I'm moving, Next Wednesday, To Europe."
Hiccup like sobs escaped my throat as I passed the tragic words across.
"What? No! Why?" Tears matching my own appeared on the faces of my friends and I delved into details of the move. Unbeknown to me, Jason remained in the far corner of my room, fists clenched not looking my direction.
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Saint Peters Academy, My Fathers Private Boarding School for Boys.
Teen FictionI look back at how far I have come this year. Moving half way accross the world, Leaving my friends and my life back in New Zealand. I often wonder what would have happend if I hadnt run off that first night. Would I still be back there? Still with...
