Gone for Grief

~Prologue~

     Olivia glanced up at her parents twinkling eyes as they walked forward with ease, dragging her behind as they neared the frontier of the school. Her eyes found themselves proclaiming a secretive look, glazed with her hatred for her parents dire decision to move from their state of contentment in their former home. Her mind was replaced with swirling thoughts that concerned her loss of amiability that would correspond with the school and a series of other events that would reduce her to neglect. Her parents faces portrayed the expression of warriors off to receive yet another victory, though in her heart she knew she was the victim placed in a far away area anticipating the war cry from the fierce people who would dominate the battle. She took in her final breath before, attempting to endure Wellington Middle School. It would only be one year...one year before she entered yet again another horrifying area of her life, Highschool, all the dread in her life had been surrounding the depths of High School, not middle school. So Olivia erupted into the school, pulling from the grasps of her parents arms and slipping into her classroom. The number of her classroom had become engraved into the reaches of her mind, after countless hours of planning ways she could escape the hold of her situation, though even her most complex plans had drained into a nether region, an area where all her lost dreams would recide to, including her current complexion. Her class stared, gawking at her as she entered the classroom... As continuous numerals were erased from her calendar, the summer edged nearer. Her parents abruptly entered her room one morning, their faces practically shrieked regret ,followed with the knowledge of their benefit. She immediately resorted to fixing her facial features into a fixture that portrayed innocence and remorse for her course of reluctant actions. Suddenly her parents stumbled through the objects strewn across her room to collapse onto her bed holding her in an embrace. Olivia pulled away from them and demanded, " Ok, What's really happening? ". A pang of guilt ran across her mother's face, she attempted to caress her in an embrace once more before replying.

     " We scheduled a vocation meeting..., but they could only take a set of two more on the boat..." Her father's eyes aimlessly searched the further regions of her room hoping for the moment he could burst through the door. " we, um... we took the offer... it's by boat, not even a plane..." Her eyes fell down to the floor, " It's only a few days, we thought you could handle it..., the neighbors will be there if you need anything".

     " Wait, you're leaving me by myself! I can't believe it!" Even after her outburst, she complied with the plan and left for school the next day, struggling without the support of her parents.