As the car pulls up to the big black gates of Henterson Hall I let out a small breath of amazement, I mean I’ve visited the school a billion of times to check it out and to get interviewed before being accepted in but knowing that I actually got to go to high school here was totally different feeling. my mom and dad helped me get my suitcases out of the car, since I would be boarding here I didn’t know what I needed to bring so I had thing ranging from makeup and clothes to candy and pretty much everything else in between.
"Natalie, know that if anything happens, anything at all just call me and I’ll pick up the phone, okay?" my mom said giving me a big bear hug. It took me forever to convince my parents to let me come here and applied for the scholarship before even telling them I wanted to come here.
"Mom, I promise I’ll be fine," I said reassuring her, but I have to admit I was terrified at the thought of being here all alone with a bunch of people I didn’t know. Then I turned to my dad and gave him a hug.
"What dorm house are you?" asked my mom looking very closely at the map as if it would magically appear if she looked hard enough.
"I am at the Connelly house room number 224" i said please, 224 being my favorite number. After discussing where my dorm was and all the other things they were worried about they walked me to my dorm house with all of my things. They gave me a big hug and stalked back down the hallway.
i stood outside the door just staring at it, remembering all the times during middle school when all the people thought i would follow in my sisters footsteps and choose to go to the towns private high school. To be honest I never really liked my class, I had been stuck with most of them since kindergarten since it was a private catholic school that went from grades k-8. There were about 6 people4 who I didn't mind, but I really just wanted to get out of there and go away, of course Henterson Hall was only an hour drive back to my house. But then again, I can’t drive.
I finally stopped standing there and searched my pockets trying to find my key, i finally found it in my right back pocket and shove it in the lock eager to see who my roommates are and if they are there yet. I swing open the door and look around there I see a bunk bed near the window and a single bed across the room. The single bed and the lower bunk are made up neatly with horse sheets and blue puffy sheets with matching blue pompoms sticking out of them. i laughed remembering my best friend Maeve’s old sheets, she used to have the same exact ones. Then at the horse ones, and remembered my other friend Alissa, she was obsessed with horses. It seemed like she would never get enough of them.
I suddenly missed all of our late night sleepovers giggling about the rumors going around the class and the boys whom we liked. We used to be the 3 musketeers, the trio of trouble, the best of friends who did everything together. But I guess everything has to end somewhere and it was obvious that we weren't going to go the same collage. I've never really been able to trust people, I don't know why, I guess I feel like they'll betray me and run off; i never kept a diary of fear of it being stolen or read.
I plop down all of my things on the floor and climb up the ladder onto my bunk there's a picture hanging on the wall next to my bed, it’s of the three of us me Alissa and Mauve when we were in first grade. The edges are torn and it looks like it been through hell with its water stains. I lay down on my bed thinking it fell out of my backpack when I brought It up with me.
