Catching love notes

Hiyas this is my second story :) I hope you like it xx

Chapter 1

A strong feeling of nostalgia slapped me in the face as I awoke. The clock reading 7:00 am, the heavy bags under my eyes, my messy bed hair and a crook in my neck from an awkward night's sleep can only mean one thing; it's the first day of college.

I pulled back the covers and managed to drag my dead weight of a body to its feet. The cold air stung my legs as I walked towards the stand up mirror in the corner of my room. I gave myself a good look; I hid my developed womanly body under my baggy bed wear. I was an early bloomer so I got my curves sooner than most girls my age. I was also extremely pail, most seventeen year old girls had a healthy glow or was a disturbing shade of orange, and I was the pasty white colour used for plastering walls, ok maybe not that white, but I'm very close to it!

I pull my attention from my scruffy appearance and start to follow the tempting smell that has a firm grasp on my nose. The alluring scent of fresh pancakes and chocolate manage to carry me down stairs, past the living room and into the marble kitchen. I plop myself at the breakfast bar and eagerly wait, grinning from ear to ear. One of the most important things you should know about me is that I adore food. I love it, and I always have the raging appetite to prove it.

As soon as the plate, holding the best breakfast I could possibly hope for, was placed in front of me it was taken away again. My grin fell into a heart broken frown and I gave my best attempt of the 'puppy dog eyes'.

"April! I told you to be ready ages ago." My mother's voice started to rise with clear agitation.

"But mu-"

"No buts! Now go up to your room and get ready or else I'll-."

With no need to hear another word, I spun round on the breakfast bar stool and scampered back up to my room. I took a quick shower, letting the warm water pour over my body, washing away the sweat and filth from yesterday.

I come out of the bathroom giving my hair a fast towel dry, I walked over to my dressing table and picked up an old and worn, black hair tie, tying my average dark brown hair up into a loose, high pony.

Now to get dressed, readying myself for the biggest judgment day of my life, so far. I decide on a black and purple dress that hugged my curves in all the right places, it had a 'v' neck dip but never showed enough to be inappropriate. This dress is one of my favourite casual dresses. I give a little twirl allowing the skirt to flare out, allowing the hem to brush against the mirror. Feeling happy with my choice of clothing and conscious of the time, I only apply light make-up to my eyes and lips.

I give myself a once over in the mirror and decide my appearance will have to do as I'm starving!

~~ A plate full of delicious pancakes later. ~~

The car journey was long, giving plenty of time for nerves to settle in. my mum spent the whole time trying to reassure me. She's always been a strong and independent woman, but now she seems almost vulnerable. Her murky green eyes were now glassy; she seemed more flustered than usual. Her normal 'No-hair-out- of -place look' didn't seem to apply today. I guess having her little girl grow up and move to a "decent, bursting with opportunities boarding school and college combined" is taking its toll on her. It was the school she and my uncle went to before they joined the CeBa Corporation.

A few hundred happy memories flash through my head of me, my mum and my brother. It was always just the three of us since my dad left. We became really close, like the three musketeers. That was when we were younger. A few years past and her work load increased. She was hardly ever at home and my brother started staying in his room more and more. Soon it became only dinners that we would see each other, we would meet in the dining hall for a quiet meal. Then retreat back to our bedrooms. We lived in a four bedroom house on quite a bit of land. Now I've got to get used to new scenery.

My eyes began to mist, I'm going to miss home, I'm going to miss my friends, most importantly I'm going to miss my mum and brother.

"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 couldn't eat it fast enough." We both giggle, and then share a tight, strong embrace. She pulls back and holds my shoulders at arm's length.

"Don't cry my baby girl, it's only two years. Time will fly by, you'll make lots of lovely friends and you can tell me all about it, every day on the phone or through E-mail."

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 be late." My mother said softly.

I immediately sat up straight and turned round to look through the car window. A beautifully sculpted building stood before me. I pressed my check up against the window for a better look. The tall building looked semi Victorian with a modern touch up, a freshly gravelled pathway led up through the field to the front mahogany doors. Students were making their way up, a few were already in uniform and some were not; making it easy to differentiate between the new and old students of Trey- tedium Academy.

I've done my research and I've discovered that the uniform worn by the student depends on the classes they are given. Higher achieving students ( the top class) wear a main colour scheme of white and gold, average rate of achievement by students (middle class) wear a navy and light blue colour schemes and the under achieving students (lowest class) wear a cherry and maroon coloured uniform. I guess it's time to find out which one I'll be wearing for the year.

I give my mum a teary goodbye and a quick kiss as I get out of the car, giving my best 'make-shift' smile to both my mother and the driver. I wave and turn on my heels.

I've been inside Trey-Tedium Academy for roughly ten minutes and I'm already hopelessly lost! I try and make my way through winding corridors; every room in this god dam place looks the same! Panic is defiantly setting in now. My heart beat is rising with every racing step I take. I'm practically sprinting down the hall; the echo of my clanking heals on the chequered flooring bounces off the walls, when I notice a huge oak 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 reached the end of the hall way-

Smack.

Thwack.

My head collides with another, knocking both of us off our feet and hurdling towards the cold, hard, chequered floor.

"Aww, ouch, watch where you're going, retard!"