Misguided

2 - Ignorance is Bliss

(Dedicated to happyheame for giving me some great advice and critique on the previous chapter and prologue. Thanks hun!)

Chapter 2: Ignorance is Bliss

The sound of an alarm penetrated through my foggy consciousness as I groaned and rolled over in bed, trying to locate the abrasive noise with the intent of shutting it up before I was completely awake. However, as my eyes opened, I realized that I was not in my room. The pale lavender walls were not mine, and neither were the two other beds, currently occupied.

It was then that I became more alert, and the memories of the day before came back to me. Oh right, I was living in my own personal hell now. How could I forget? After lunch yesterday, Kate and Piper had shown me around the rest of the school, and we talked about all sorts of things.

Kate had been here for a little more than a year. She had lived with her grandmother, and when she had become too sick to care for Kate, she had been sent here. Piper on the other hand, had arrived about six months ago because her parents had divorced, and her new step-father was a big business man who decided she would be better off at a boarding school.

Both their stories had made me think of how exactly I had found myself here. It wasn't a story I liked to delve into, but it did bring across a new thought. I hadn't said anything, but I had tucked the thought safely away in my mind for later. After showing me around, we had eaten dinner, then headed up to the dorms.

Piper and Kate had showed me their room, and we had found my bags right in front of their door. It was a cool coincidence to me and Kate, but Piper had been adamant that it was fate. We had laughed about it, and then had spent the rest of the late afternoon fixing my side of the room so that it looked somewhat inhabited, and then I had introduced myself to a few other girls before calling it a night and going to bed.

I sat up now, running a hand through my auburn hair and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I heard Kate's moan as she reached over and smashed her hand against the alarm clock repeatedly, trying to find the off switch. By the time she located it, we were all up though.

Piper yawned and stretched, and I followed her example while Kate groped her night stand in search of her glasses. After we were all somewhat awake, we began moving. We took turns getting showers and doing our hair, and then it was time to get dressed.

I dug through my drawers, picking out a pair of jeans and a yellow t-shirt to go with it. Luckily, I had brought the one thing that my father had left me before leaving, his black leather bomber jacket. It was old but in good shape, and because my dad had been kinda small when he was a teen, it fit me really well. I pulled it on and then dug through the tangled heap that I called my jewelry collection. As I was searching for a pair of earrings, my hands halted as I caught sight of one necklace that wasn't as knotted as the others. It was a silver butterfly locket embellished with my mother's initials. This was her favorite necklace.

I bit my lip, and gently pulled it away from the other necklaces. She must have put it in my bag while I wasn't looking. She had told me the story of this necklace. How my father had given it to her on their one year anniversary when they had been dating, and that was when she knew she'd marry him. Even after the divorce, she wore this one necklace every day. With slightly shaking hands, I opened the locket up to see that their were two small pictures in it. One of me alone, a smiling seven-year-old missing her front tooth, and the other one of my mother and father, sitting together with their arms wrapped around each other. I had taken that picture when I was nine and had a fascination with photography. That was the year right before they divorced, and one of the last pictures of them actually smiling together.

Closing the locket, I clasped it around my neck, vowing to never take it off again. Even if my mother did send me here, it didn't mean that I had to hate her, and I knew now that she still trusted me. She didn't believe I did anything, otherwise she wouldn't have given me the necklace.