Up In The Sky

3

3

Enrolment day. Jeez shit, I wasn’t ready for this. My alarm went off at 6:30, which didn’t make much of a difference as I hadn’t really gotten any sleep anyway. I was so flippin’ nervous.

I straightened my hair; although it didn’t need it, my hair was quite naturally straight. I did my eyeliner etc. and made possibly the most important decision of that day: what to wear. It’s all about first impressions and I was determined to make actual friends this time around.

I eventually decided on my kapow! t-shirt and a simple pear of grey jeans with my low-top red converse. Perfect. Wasn’t too outlandish; yet showed enough of my personality and style.

I made my way downstairs. This morning, it was Anthony in the kitchen instead of Tyler. I swear dad was never around. I opened the fridge and then changed my mind. Gah, I was too nervous to eat. I headed back over and picked up my bag from the hallway.

“You’ve got to eat,” said Anthony authoritatively from the kitchen.

I sighed. “Nu-uh I don’t.”

“Yes you do, come on at least have some toast or something.”

“No.”

“Dad would want you to eat.” I stood up to look at him, giving him a look of pure disbelief.

“If it was up to dad, I wouldn’t be going at all today.”

Anthony sighed and shook his head. “Then do it for me, at least.”

“I’m too nervous to consume anything…”

“Please?!”

I couldn’t say no to him. It had always been strange with us; Anthony and I were close in personalities, and Zola and Tyler were close in personalities. They were always out partying whilst we picked up the pieces. What could I say; I had a soft spot for Anthony. I guess my favourite brother.

I gave in and let him pop a couple of pieces of toast in the toaster for me. He tried to make small talk, but it didn’t work so much. “So, what subjects are you taking again?” he asked as the toast sprung out of the toaster.

“Art, Film Studies, Psychology and Music Tech.”

“Alright.” He motioned to the jam and I shrugged my shoulders, as he began to spread the strawberry goodness. “It’s some posh place isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Thames Side College of Academic Achievement.”

“Woah. Sounds private.”

“It’s not; its application process is the same as any other college. It does have a tendency to accept the students who have higher grades though.”

“I see.” He put the toast onto a plate for me. I selected one of the pieces and I walked off to grab my bag. He half-heartedly picked up the other piece. “See you later, h-have a good day!”

“Thanks Anthony!” I yelled, not even looking at him as I headed out of the door into the sweet, September air.

I headed onto the tube; it was quite a hefty journey. 10 stops westbound on the district line, then changing onto northern at Monument and going southbound for one stop, then changing at London Bridge and getting on the Jubilee line westbound for one stop. The trains were packed with commuters as well, everyone making their way into central London. I then had to walk; I’d never walked this route before and if I had to estimate it I’d say it took me about 20 minutes, but I had no idea.

It looked like perfection, and unchanged since my interview. Large black gates stood in front of a long path, which led up to a huge building, which was modern yet had the appeal and character of an older building.