Catching Love Notes

Chapter 1: Leaving behind old,starting anew

Light pierces though the dark blue certain stabbing me in the eyes with thin rays of light. The smell of warm pancakes attacks my nose. Then it hit me today is the day. I finally notice excitement rush though my head. I lift my arms from out of the covers and the phrase another 5 minutes jumps back to the top again. To only be assaulted again by a load voice, which I find way to familiar. My Brother. He is only a couple of years old but he does love to show it, all ways being in charge. "Hey Lazy bum out of bed!" he shouted from the door way.

          "Yeah yeah yeah, I'm coming." I replied. As I pull the covers off the cold sparked my brain. Today is the day! More importantly I smell pancakes! I rush out of my room running past my large full body mirror, quickly giving myself a once over brush. I start looking down my long dyed dark red hair. I naturally have light brunette hair, but I'm not a big fan of it. So my friends convinced me to dye it once and I like it how it is now. "I think I make it work." I said to myself, giving a quick wink and pouty face. I rush off again flying down the stairs straight through the dining room and living room and in to the kitchen. It was a large kitchen that was full of massive cupboards and kitchen surfaces. It also had a breakfast bar at the end. I pull up and take my usual space on the stool. Knife and fork in hand. One thing you should know about me is that I love food, like a lot. I eat lots over the day because I'm not that "I eat giant 3 meals a day kind of girl". Nope just lots all day every day. Then I saw my mum by the stove, pan In hand. My mum is a very strong women she has kept me and my brother both alive and happy. My mum and dad got separated when I was young. He was never around, so I don't really miss him. My mum made up for the both of them. She has light brown hair mixed with a dark blond, all in clean Victorian curls. She works as a lawyer. She earns enough money for us all, but it takes up a lot of her time, because of this my brother is becoming more of a stay in kind of guy. I only see her when she forces me awake with her delicious homemade pancakes, or when we eat dinner together. More importantly Pancakes! I turn to meet her eyes I have a small puddle of saliva building up in my mouth, Making me want to eat them now as my hope rise fast. To be been shoot back down again. "What are you doing dear; you know you have to get ready. You have to leave soon."

"But"

       "Go on April, get some clothes on. Your PJ's are a little to revealing to show up at your new school. Run and put something on then you can eat, and then we can make a move." She interrupted me while giving me a cheerfully wink. Well with that I don't need to hear another world I drag myself back up the stairs and in to the shower. I let all the warm soapy water wash away the sweat of a long night. I towel myself off looking though my wardrobe for a nice dress to wear. This will be one of the biggest days of my life I have to wear the right thing. My mum all ways told me I should wear a sensible pretty dress as I am a bit of an early bloomer, I have some curves in the right places before most girls but I am incredibly pale. I don't know why I just am paler then other girls. So I picked a black and purple dress that hugged my hips close properly and a V-neck dip that shows enough to be appropriate. I give a spin for myself in the mirror. Yep. I'm ready. I walk down the stairs normally this time but still grinning for my pancakes, then it was the promised time. Dig in!

         The car journey was long. Well it felt it. I look at my mum who is normally a no hair out of place lady. Yet it does not seem to apply today, seeing her green eyes getting glassy. I did not think it would be that big of a deal to her. Yes to me it is a whole new life leaving growing. Wait it is not growing up, my mother is seeing her little girl already all grown up. Leaving. It hit my quick I forget that me leaving is going to hurt. She probably wants me to stay, but she knows this is best for me. She really is a strong woman, stronger than me. I get a little teary having happy memories flash though my eyes. I have to learn my new surroundings my new life. I am leaving for boarding school and college combined, there is no turning back I am in the car with forms in my hands and 3 bags stuffed with random shit like clothes. She knows that I will be OK. Right? This is the school that my mum and uncle went to, they said they had such a good time and enjoyed. Mum even said this was one places that she felt love and happiness over whelm her for the first time, well in least until she had me and my brother of course.

          The car comes to a stop. I all most did not notice the big open gates we drove though. Now we are sat in the car, parked in the visitor car park. My eyes began to mist up, I'm going to miss home, I'm going to miss my friends, most importantly I'm going to miss my mum and brother. My mum might have given me the sheltered don't go outside its bad, life. But she is the most important thing to me.

"I'll miss you April, to me you're still my sweet little baby girl that would pour soup over her face just because she could not eat it fast enough." We both giggled, and then shared a tight, strong embrace. She pulls back and holds my shoulders at arm's length.

"Don't cry my baby girl, it's only 4 years. We will see each other on brakes if I can get away from work. Time will fly by; you will make lots of lovely friends. Don't you worry; you can tell me all about it, on the phone or in emails." She said has she kept pausing to sniff a little. She then let's goes to blow her nose quickly, but grabs my shoulders tight in a flash. I didn't even realise I was crying. My hands brush my cheeks, smearing the hot stream of tears across my face.

           "Now stop these silly tears, you're going to make us both late." My mother said softly with a smile, as she wipes down my face with a tissue. She then directs my head towards the window. A glimmer of light hit my eyes, and then I noticed beautifully sculpted building stood before me. A grin emerged on my face again. It was amazing. Tall buildings stood side by side with small alleyways which contained students flooding in and out. The buildings looked Victorian in nature but with a modern touch up, freshly pained in bright whites and dark blues. A newly cleaned gravel pathway led up through clean cut bright green grass, the odd oak tree planted down the path ways in pairs, leading to large front mahogany doors. It had students making their way in and out of the buildings, every which way. Few were already in uniform and some were not; making it easy to see the differences between the new and old students of trey-tedium Academy.

            I've done my research and discovered that the uniform worn by the students depends on their level of classes given. Higher achieving students are given the name "Dragon" wear a colour scheme of white and gold, average rate of achievement students are called "Pegasus" wear a navy and light blue colour scheme and lastly under achieving students "Centaurs" were a cherry and maroon coloured uniform. I guess it's time to find out which one I will be wearing for the year. It does make me wonder why we don't get told earlier on, but I guess it will be a nice or dark surprise for some. I give my mum a teary goodbye again and a quick kiss as I get out of the car, giving my best make-shift smile to my Mother. A last wave and I'm off. I turn on my heels and walk towards the new life given to me. Good or Bad.

          I have been inside Trey-Tedium Academy for roughly ten minutes, following some other students there were in normal clothes. I think they are also new? Now I can't find them. I'm already hopelessly lost! I try and make my way through all the windy glossed corridors; every hallway in this dam place looks the same. Panic is defiantly setting in now. My Heart beat is rising with every racing step I take. I can't call my mother all ready to say I'm lost and no one is around to ask. What do I do? I'm practically sprinting down the hall; the echo of my clanking heals on the freshly waxed chequered flooring bounces of the white walls, when I noticed the willow tree blowing in the wind outside the stretching window. Unfortunately my feet didn't get the memo of wanting to slow down and I ran full speed ahead without looking where I was going. I closed the distance to the end, meeting a cross hallway.

Smack.

Thwack

My head collides with another, knocking myself off my feet and hurdling towards the cold, hard, black and white floor.

"Ouch, watch where you're going, retard!"

*Hey sorry I have started writing this with help from someone very special to me as I really want to see this story to the end, Even if you don't like it. Sorry. I hope you read it soon "BTC".*