Drug of Choice

Drug of Choice---Part Three

PART THREE

The rest of the drive was silent between Mica and the boy. She didn’t feel much like talking, mostly because she had forgotten his name already, and because he had seen her at her weakest point. She wasn’t very happy about that. When Mica had finally calmed down the boy didn’t try to talk to her again either. So instead Mica stared off into the distance through the window, she watched as life whizzed by as she passed them, trees, people, buildings… she couldn’t help but think about how her parents would miss stuff like this.

Mica’s eyes stung as tears threatened to spill again, but she blinked them away as she saw they had finally reached the school.

The school was large, huge, big… all the words that could describe its size and more. It was like a castle. Mica’s eyes widened as they got closer to the gates, they stopped to be buzzed in and then proceeded further into the grounds.

“Well, we are here,” Said the boy.

“No kidding…” but Mica’s voice trailed off as she took in the surroundings.

The grass was green and lush with life, the trees were tall and filled with colors, birds flew around and butterflies fluttered by the bushes. There was a large garden surrounding the edge of the gates and the edges of the building, a large square bush covered the inside of the gate, as if trying to be polite about having a gate and hide it from others sight.

The building was even more extravagant then the garden and the green grass. It was like a castle from old movies, tall and built from bricks, dark red ones that looked like it might have been a few hundred years old, but still sturdy enough to stand after all these years.

The large double door to the main building was… well also large. They looked old and made of wood with nice carvings in it. The windows looked old as well, they were half oval shaped and long, the windows were dark on the inside so they must have been tinted or something.

The building that Mica and the boy were approaching seemed to be the main building, there were two other buildings on each side, both boarded up with a gate and a couple of guards at the entrances. Mica was guessing that those were where the boys and girls were living. She just didn’t know who went where. That was going to suck just a bit, she kind of liked being around the boys.

The main building was separated by a sky bridge in two sections, must have been the different classes that they took. Mica was still admiring all the old building structures and where might be where when the boy, she had to remember to ask for his name, parked in a student parking spot. The boy turned the car off and looked over to Mica.

“So, I’m a student here too, so if you need anything at all you can find me and I’ll be there for you,” he gave her a warm smile. “I’ll take you to the main office and show you to where the girl’s dorm is. You have my number, the dorms have phones for calling so don’t hesitate to call, I live on my own so you won’t be bothering anyone.”

“Thanks… um…” Mica mumbled, she was embarrassed that she forgot his name and felt bad after he helped her.

All he did was chuckle before he answered, “Its Sam. I understand what you are going through so don’t sweat it alright. Remember, if you need anything at all.” Then he turned back around and opened the car door and got out. He opened the trunk as Mica stepped out of the car as well and handed her the suitcase that she guessed was hers.

“The Doctor said the police officers said this was in the car, it was undamaged so they are giving it back to you. It should still have all your stuff.”

“Thanks,” Mica actually managed a half smile to the kind boy.

“Not a problem.” He smiled again, “This way,” he said as he waved a hand towards her, telling her to follow him. The two of them walked though the giant doors, they walk down a long hallway and the inside of the building was just as breathtaking as the outside. The tiles on the floor were porcelain white; the walls were patterned with intricate designs that looked like Celtic knotting. There were paintings on the walls of different people, they all looked to be older and professional people, all wearing suits, the paintings looked almost like actual photos, but Mica knew they were paintings because no one signed their names in corners if it was for a photograph.