That’s how I found myself at Rosewood Institute for Boys, a month later. I stood in front of the school, with my mum on one side and my father on the other. Noah and Zach were behind us each dragging two of my large suitcases.
My uncle and aunt stood in front of me, looking extremely pleased that I was in front of them. I sighed. My mother shot me a look that said “No complaints.” I shot back a glare. “Charlotte. Oh, You’ve grown!” Aunt Lyssa ran up and patted my cheek. I forced a smile but secretly thought oh dear god. She’s even perkier than I remember…
“Stop it , Lyssa. She’s 17. 17 year olds don’t like to be touched.” Uncle Jimmy said. I smiled at him. “Come, Charlotte. We’ll show you too your room.” I followed the two into the school. We walked to an elevator, and boarded it.
“So, Charlotte, how’s life?” Lyssa asked.
“Oh, you know, as good as it can be when you’ve been kicked out of 6 schools.” everyone fell silent as the elevator rose 4 floors. We got out and I was utterly shocked by the amount of boys I saw.
Boys that were all staring at me. I looked down at my mini-skirt, combat boots and corset. Maybe I should stop dressing according to my mood… I tugged the skirt, so that it wasn’t as short. We walked past the guys, and uncle Jimmy and aunt Lyssa stopped in front of a door that said “420” on it. Yay, I thought. My room is a drug reference.
We walked inside and Zach and Noah dropped my suitcases. The room was pretty nice. Three double beds, three walk-in closets, a flat-screen TV (that had and Xbox, a Wii, and a blue-ray player hooked up to it), a door leading to a balcony and one bathroom. Joy! I got to share a bathroom with the boys.
“Darling, I’m afraid we must be going. Your father and I have to be in Tokyo by tomorrow night.” My mother told me kissing my cheeks. I rolled my eyes.
“Bye, mother. Father.” I hugged my dad. They left quickly, after my mum called over her shoulder
“Call us, darling!” Lyssa and Jimmy looked at me.
“I guess we’ll let you get settled in.” they left to, so I was alone with Zach and Noah.
“Hello, boys.” I said with a devilish grin, as I hadn’t properly greeted them yet.
“Char. Good to see you.” They said in unison.
“Which closet is mine?” Zack pointed to the one farthest closet from the door. I dragged all my stuff there, them only carrying one suitcase each (I had 5 suitcases).
“Still not packing light, I see.” I laughed after Noah commented that.
“Nope. Gotta have lots of clothes.” They sat down in the doorway as I started unpacking.
“So, Char, Why did you get kicked out of all those schools?” I smirked as I hung up a mini skirt.
“Well, the first school I called the Headmistress a stupid bitch that was so retarded even her grand kids were ashamed…. She didn’t like that. Second school… I got kicked out because I got totally wasted and went to religion class like that. That day we were talking about drugs and alcohol. Then I admitted that I was drunk…” I kicked one suitcase into the corner, and continues. “The third one…. I… uh, hooked up with the gym teacher.” They gave me strange looks. “What! He was only like 20! One of those genius’s that graduated high school when he was 15! The fourth school I slapped my math teacher… but only because called me an idiotic teenager. The fifth school I don’t even know what I did. The Headmaster just didn’t like me. I think it’s because I tripped some girl down the stairs and she broke her arm. Finally, the sixth school. By far the worst… I, uh, fell asleep while I was smoking, and my dorm room went up in flames.” They stared at me for a moment.
