Boarding School

Chapter 1

Hilda's P.O.V:

I was in the car staring out the window and wondering how I got myself into this and how they had managed to get me here without my consent. I remembered trying to fight for my freedom and refusing to get along with their plan. But my parents knew exactly how to force my hand. And so, that's how I ended up in the car, on my way from the airport to Burford High in England.

People always thought of me as a spoiled brat, and I was fully aware of that but it was never my fault to begin with. I had always been a tough kid and instead of teaching me discipline, my parents spoiled me rotten with money and luxurious stuff in order to get me out of their hair. I was raised to always get what I want, no matter the price, no matter the consequences. At first, when I was younger, it wasn't an issue. There was nothing a loaded check with several zeros couldn't solve. But as I got older, my problems grew with me and became much bigger and harder to solve. And that's when all hell broke loose and how I got sent to England for a whole year in a boarding school.

-We've arrived Miss Morgan.

The driver announced as he pulled in the driveway of the boarding school before he turned to my side and opened the door for me.

-Thank you

I replied as I stepped out of the vehicle. I looked around and saw the huge building surrounded by a wide garden with green grass and colorful flowers. It was pathetic. It was nice and calm, suitable for my grandparents maybe.

I sighed and let my shoulders slump. There was nothing I wanted more than to climb back into the car and go straight from where I've come.

The driver pulled my luggage out of the trunk then carried them into the building. He looked smug, like he has been waiting for this moment his whole life. He was probably happy that he has finally got rid of me. I glared at him as I kept my hands pinned to my sides so I wouldn't punch that smugness off his face.

Once he came back, he climbed back into the car and drove away as fast as he could.

I sighed for the tenth time today, something I already feel like I am going to get used to doing a lot this year, then walked into the building. When I reached the reception, I didn't find anyone. I cleared my throat and a head suddenly popped out of nowhere.

-Oh, hi. I blurted out.

-Can I help you?

A middle-aged woman offered looking at me from behind the small glasses barely holding on the bridge of her nose.

-I'm the new student here, from the U.S. I enrolled a few weeks ago.

-Oh yeah, I've heard about your last-minute enrollment. She said eyeing me up and down. Welcome to Burford High, would you give me your name please?

She asked with that polite British tone of hers even though her judging eyes made me feel anything but welcome. I already know that I am not going to get along with this woman.

-Hilda Morgan.

She typed on her computer then opened the little window and handed me a map and some keys.

-These are the keys to your dorm room, your gym locker, and to your study locker. And this is a little map to guide you around the school if you ever got lost.

She said with a little snicker that she tried to muffle with a genuine smile. I hmphed grabbing the keys and the map without even thanking her as I stormed away.

If everybody is like that woman, I am doomed for a whole year.

Freya's P.O.V:

I opened the window feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. We're in the middle of September, but yet the weather is still nice. I looked out to the people in the street, cycling, jogging and some gardening. They have moved on with their lives like nothing has happened while I was still stuck in reverse, reliving that night over and over again.