Alaska

Chapter Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The following morning, Lexi woke up feeling refreshed and anxious to get to her new school.  She pulled on a pale rose sweater and a pair of jeans that fit her a little tighter than usual, and she brushed her long hair back to apply her makeup.  She still couldn't believe she was in Ohio.  It seemed too unreal.

She galloped down the stairs with her Juicy tote bag which she had packed with a notepad and pens, and made her way through an archway that led into the metallic kitchen, with its stainless steel oven, fridge and counters.

Angel was up and feeding Meagen in her high chair.  She was already wearing her nursing pink scrubs and her hair was tied back into a knot.

"Good morning," Lexi chirped, pouring herself a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice from the counter.

"Hey there, how'd you sleep?" Angel asked, giving a spoonful of oatmeal to Meagen who chomped down cutely.

"Great.  I'm really nervous about today," Lexi muttered.

"Don't be.  It'll be fine.  I'll meet you at the clinic later on today at four PM and then afterwards we'll go for Meagen at the nursery," she said.

"Whereabouts is the clinic?" Lexi raised an eyebrow.  She needed to get used to the streets of Ohio.

"The address is on the fridge," Angel replied.  "I made some jam toast if you like."

Lexi collected the slip of paper from the fridge and grabbed a slice of french jammed toast, stuffing her mouth hungrily.  She exchanged small talk with Angel and Meagen for a few more minutes as she ate, and then she glanced at the clock that hung above the archway of the kitchen, and saw that it was already 07:44.

"I better get going.  See you later!" She reached down to peck her niece and sister on the cheek and jogged out of the room hearing a chorus of "Good Luck" behind her.

Morgan Term College wasn't far from Cornwood and was found on the neighbouring area that Angel lived in, located on a street of stationery's, printing shops and coffee shops.  It was a typical campus styled college with all the mini shops surrounding a large building that contained automatic glass sliding doors for the entrance. 

An orange awning stood over the doors with the words, printed in bold white letters; Morgan Term College.

Lexi gladly found a parking spot in the parking lot and she casually made her way onto the campus and through the sliding doors where she was welcomed into a heated reception with the scent of cinnamon.  Students were bustling around, carrying books or cups of coffee.  They all seemed to be at least three years older than her.

"You seem lost.  Can I help you?" Came a voice.

Lexi turned and saw a small woman, sitting behind a granite counter.  She had spectacles perched atop her bony hooked nose and her hair was bland and curly.

"Hello," Lexi muttered, politely.  "I'm Alexia Whitmore.  I'm here for the English Board Course for Young Teenage Mothers."

The woman's face turned into recognition and she nodded her head and began typing on her high tech computer.

After a while, she looked up with a slip of paper that she handed over to Lexi and said, "The high school area is on the third floor.  You can use the stairs or elevators.  You'll meet your instructor inside and here is your timetable slip."

Lexi inclined her head in thanks and made her way for the elavator corridor beside the reception counter, ignoring the many flights of stairs at the centre of the room.  She wasn't in the physical mood to jog up three flights of very long stairs and she was already late for her first class, which as she noticed from her timetable, was English Literature I.