The Girls at a Boys Private School

1. Intro

HAI HOPE YOU ENJOY! JUST TO CLEAR THINGS UP:
Italic- Sam
Regular- Elena

I sat there, thinking over all the possibilities, lost in my own thoughts. My older brother, Jeremy next to me, my dad said they didn't want me to go alone and that there were too many dangers. Jeremy had his headphones on, eyes closed, dark brown hair in his eyes, relaxed. While I am freaking out. There was still about 1 and a half more hours on this flight.

This would be my second time on a plane, the first when we flew to Peru to visit my Grams. My mom left my brother Jeremy who is now 17, my little sister Hailey who is now 13 and I (16) with my dad about two years ago. We stayed with my Grams for 6 months, for my dad to get settled and my grams could help with us.

I just need to rest, maybe that'll take my mind off things.

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Maybe nobody will listen to me, this is just me freaking out. I just need this for everything in the world right now. For school... and to get away, from everything. I need to focus on school. To get out and live for myself.

This is my first time ever being this far from where I live. I never had the strength to finally ask her. I'm suprised she even agreed! Of course, she didn't pay for even the half of it, but that's why I got the job in the first place. She only agreed so she didn't have to care for me, not that she ever did. I would live on my own, with a roommate, without my biological Mother. She was always out partying and getting drunk, the reason my dad left.

Why he left me with the crazy Witch? No clue. Ha, figures he just couldn't handle her crazy mood swings. They at least tried to be a good parents. But since my dad left when I was 13, for a year or two she tried. She shaped up, but slowly she started again. First by partying, then coming home drunk. My father and Mother started fighting and yelling and I guess resolved to drinking. They did that for about a year and my aunt took care of me. She still checks up on me every month, trying to talk sense into my mother, making sure she didn't step out of line. I begged and pleaded her to let me just stay with her... but she said my mother needed me more than ever, more than I needed her. Right. Suuuure.

***TIME GAP***

As I walked through the plane doors, I situated my luggage to my comfort, even though it was still so heavy. And by the looks of it this guy thought so too.

"Hey, do you need any help with that?" He asked, pointing to my bags. Also flashing me a genuine smile, one that kindly met his eyes.

"Oh uh no, I'm fine, thanks." I responded politely and kept walking with my duffle bag in one hand and a suitcase I rolled in my right.

I sat in the waiting areas even though nobody would meet me. I sat there, staring into the oblivion, not hearing the intercom of planes being called, or the cries of family saddened by their loved ones departures, or the chatter of excitement of exploring new places, or the phone calls of business men or the laughter of children running and playing, oblivious of their loss of a loved one. I was like that for about a half hour before someone next to me, I assume waiting for their plane, asked if I was alright. I called for a taxi and told him the adress of the private school, I would be attending. He gave me a weird look but didn't say anything. I wonder what that's about? Do I look that young? No... Hmmm. I just shrugged it off. I mean, it isn't really any of his business but... ok.