The Girl In Military School

Chapter eight

I still cannot find it. I opened the door and asked my mum while I am crying:
,, Did you see my bag. I left it in front of the house before I left and now it is gone."
,, calm down, we'll find it." she said.
We got out of the house, searched for it and asked the neighbors.
We asked all the neighbors except one. This was my favorite neighbor. She was a girl.
- Nikki !16 years old ! like me.
I was so sad to leave her. We hanged out a lot since we were kids. I knocked and she opened the door. Her face was red and she looked like as if she cried her heart out. ,, What is wrong, Nikki?" ,, Do you have to leave. My mum told me you're going to some stupid military school. Please tell my it's a joke." said Nikki crying even more. I know how she feels. I feel the same. Cry is stuck in my throught. I kept reminding myself that I have to find my bag.
,, It is true. I am sorry"
,, No,please " she said. I hugged her and began to cry , too. Astrong cry. I even felt that I cried more than I cried when I left Maya.
From the corner of my eye I saw my bag in her house. She probably took it so I can't go to military school which made cry even more. I told her good bye and took the bag. I realized that mum left me since long. So I went to the house telling her that I found my bag. I told them both good bye and gave them a very big hug with tears all of our eyes. I stood in front of the house waiting for the bus. Minutes passed by and finally the bus came. I put my bag in this cabin in the sides of the bus and before I went into the bus, they scanned the ring in my finger so they make sure that it is not fake. Then they asked me what my name is, how old I am and about my parents. I got on the bus and saw girls from all of over America.
-interesting!!
I sat on the the only free chair. The girl beside me looked nice.
,, Hi...I am Becca." and stretched my arm so we can shake.
,, Ya, great, I don't care." she said chewing gum
- Like.. who does that ??
I didn't say anything and tried another girl.
,, Hi .. I am Becca. "
,, oh hi, my name is Emma." she said.
,,So where do you come from?" I ask.
,, From Bronx, you know, terrorists, crimes, gangs." ,,Goodness sake !!" I said.
,, I come frome New Jersey."
She smiles and then we didn't talk the whole ride. After a while, the bus stopped. We are finally here.
We all got out of the bus we were like 10 girls. Emma and I walked together. We saw soldiers like never before.
- I like it here..!! A man divided us to our rooms
,, Gina , Amy , Blair , Mary in "room A" first floor. Tina , Jenny , Kylie in "room B" first floor. Emma , Becca and Stephanie in "room C" second floor. Please go check your rooms, put your bags and come with the clothes you'll find in the closet."
-YES ! I am with Emma in the room. I wonder who Stephanie is ?? We went to our rooms and I realized that Stephanie was the girl who was mean on the bus. With the gum. Actually I had no problem. There was two beds above each other and then one on the other side. Emma got the the lower one and I the upper. Stephanie was on the side.
We put our bags and went to the main meeting point.