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

Saint Peters Academy. 08.

With my little brothers obsessions with Anime movies overpowering their lateral thinking, there was little else for me to do other than work out in the gym all day or swim in the pool. Wandering the school by myself for a week I began to wonder if I was truly alone on this planet.

That night, my father came into my dorm to inform me of the procedures of the next three days.

Tomorrow; "The teachers will be arriving. You will act polite, you will act well mannered. They will be shocked you are here. You will just smile and not talk unless you are directly asked a question. Do You understand?"

A lot rested on tomorrow going smoothly for my father, I hoped I could live up to his expectations.

Sunday; "The students will arrive. You are to stand with me at the front door for the entire day. As they come through the door you will greet them all and once again be on your best behavior. Do you understand?"

Monday; "Classes will begin. You will attend all your classes and you will be on time. You will do all your work. Do you understand?"

"You are setting an example for me here Nean, I really need this to go down well."

The pleading in his eyes was to much to resist. I knew how much he wanted this job. I knew how much he loved me and loved his students. I couldn't let him down.

Waking up from my queen four post bed I admired some of the simple luxuries that were an advantage of going to this school. Over the last couple of days I had been in contact with many of my friends from back home and was truly missing each and every one of them.

Slipping on the simple cream sack dress with black cherry blossom patterns on it, I ran a brush through my hair and headed down to the staff room to meet the newly arriving staff.

At this point I knew very little about the school I was to be attending, the school of which my father was to run. I knew the simple things, I knew it was in the north of France, I knew it was private, I knew it was very old and I knew it was fancy. That, was about it.

A wave of nervousness washed over me as I took hold of the door to the staff room. Butterflies fluttered against my stomach.

Frozen outside the door I heard a voice call me.

"Uh excuse me. Is that the staff room. I'm new here and a little lost."

I turned round to be greeted with extraordinary vivid blue eyes like nothing I had seen before.

"Yeah. Uh I think so at least." A switch flicked in my brain. This must be the new physical education teacher my father was talking about. I remember him saying young. But this really young. He couldn't be a day over 25.

"How old are you? Sorry that was inappropriate. Just ignore me. Uh You're Mr Blake right. The new Phys ed Teacher?" I was rambling crazily like a teenager meeting their hot teacher physical education teacher for the first time. Oh god that’s exactly what I am.

"Yeah that's me. But you can call me Ash, short for Ashcroft. Uh I'm just turning 21 in a week. I graduated a year ahead of my class." I realized his accent was American. "What about you. You look rather young for a teacher. What do you teach?"

"Uh I'm not a teacher, I'm a student." The look on his face suddenly turned to that of puzzlement.

"Student. But, I thought this was an all boys school?"

My face suddenly matched his. Everything my father had said to me over the last few days came back to me. His informing of my uniform not getting here till the day after school starts because it needed to be 'specially' designed. His telling me that the teachers will be shocked when they see me. His slight resistance to take me here even after my little mess up.

"My father is dead meat."

Suddenly the nerves that filled my body were replaced by adrenalin and anger. Putting on the sweetest most sickly smile I could manage, I pushed my way through the door and turned to my father. With my smile quickly turning to a sour pout, I nodded my head in the direction I had come.

"Father Dearest, may I please speak to you.” Finally the pout broke through the sweet faced. “NOW."

Rage fumed of my limbs as I marched back through the door I had just entered, shoving past Mr Blake. My Father following quickly behind me.

"Dad, what the fuck did I just hear about this being a boys only school?"

"Well uh, I didn't know how to tell you so I figured I'd just leave it to you to figure it out." He scratched the top of his head in a sheepish fashion as his shoulders lifted in a shrug.

"Just leave it to me? My god almighty, what has gotten into you? Don't you think it would have been a better idea to tell me a few days ago so I could at least have time to settle down? You want me to act like you perfect princess yet you go and blow something like this in my face. If you can't already tell I'm fuming mad right now. As much as I want to make you look good I really don't think I can do that when I'm this close to blowing my trumpet."

I held my fore finger and thumb together in a dramatic action against his face to show just how close I was.

"Sorry, I thought you would have been happy. I wanted it to be a surprise." He looked at me attempting to pull off the puppy dog pout I had mastered in my younger years.

"Happy. How on earth could I be happy right now?"

"Well you're the only girl in an all boys boarding school. Your fathers the Principal so if anything goes down you can come straight to me. You get first pick of the 749 richest boys in the world. If I was a teenage girl I would be pretty chuffed right now."

"Chuffed Dad? Chuffed? Really? I don't think so. If you were a teenage boy in an all girls school then maybe. I do not want to be here. I do not want to be the only girl in this entire building. Oh no, am I going to have to share my dorm with boys? You are sending me home right now. I want to be on the next flight out of here back to New Zealand. I am not putting up with this."

"Uh sorry Nean, you can't. There's nowhere to live back there. We sold the house. I didn't think you would be to upset by this. I mean technically you're not the only female, your mum's here too."

"Ugh. You sold the house! Look I'm going to my room for an hour to cool off. I'll come back down when I'm ready. You go play happy principal while till I'm chilled enough to look at you without having the animalistic rage inside me screaming to attack."