CGL Boarding School [INCOMPLETE]

Prologue

Arriving may be different than your stay, but make your stay an entry to never be forgotten ~Lyrical
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"There's one hundred and four days till summer vacation and school comes along just to end it" My care bear alarm clock buzzed as the morning sun risen from the horizon. I stretched my tired bones while a yawn escaped my lips.

Slowly, getting out of my bed, I went into my turquoise and lavender painted bathroom, letting the catchy tune play out. "So the annual problem for our generation, is finding a good way to spend it" i stripped from my clothes and got into the steaming hot shower, letting the water slap against my body.

Allowing a slight grumble to air, i picked up my rag and soap, scrubbing myself clean. I shook my head in disappointment. I was starting to fret, anxiously. Why?? Why would she do this?? What have i done?? Am i a bad child?? I blinked my thoughts away as i noticed i was just awkwardly standing here, making the wooden wall my daydream fantasy.

"Like maybe, building a rocket, or fighting a mummy or climbing up the eiffel tower." i almost forgot about the muffled music coming from my room as i grazed the subs of shampoo at my scalp. I rinsed myself off after my third wash. I really wasn't prepared for today at all. Today was my freshman year but not at a normal high school, no. It was at a boarding school that my mom have yet to tell me the name of.

She is going to take me to the death trap today. I begged and begged her not to let me go, but it seemed like my begging was unheard, because she already had paid the money. She also said this could be a new experience for me, that i could make a bunch of new friends, ya know spend time with people other than the two i hung around for almost five years.

But unlike all the other people i know or the two friends i've made, i'm different....very different from others and i don't think anybody up there is as weird as me. i'm nervous of what my fellow classmates or dorm members will think of me, not to mention my roommates.

I was able to pull it off elementary and middle school but shivers go up my spine from the things i heard about boarding schools in the high school grade and the higher classmen there.

Once, finished with drying off my hair and body, i put on my star vs the forces of evil horns, pink steven universe shirt and a yellow skirt with my knee high, pink and white socks. I grabbed my black converses, running downstairs to hurry and fix myself some breakfast before we leave. Because unfortunately, i have to leave this morning, no exceptions.

I rolled my eyes. Putting my hair in two pony tails, i pushed the fridge door open with my foot, getting the milk out. I then sat at the table, pouring lucky charms in my 'My Little Pony' bowl, before the milk came gushing in. i picked up a spoonful but before i could even take a bite of the marshmallowy goodness, my brother, Trevor came down, playing whatever this generation has to offer on music.

I scrunched up my nose at the song that was blasting through his noise cancelling headphones..i don't and never will like the music of this generation because it doesn't make sense to me. I admit that i favored a few songs but most of them shouldn't have ever been published.

"Aye!! little sis, wassup??" he shouted at me. With a tssk escaping, i finally shoved the milk dripping spoon in my mouth. "Ready to go to boarding school" he shouted again. I just gave him a nonchalant thumbs up. What was the point of talking?? He couldn't hear me anyways, i shoved another spoonful in my mouth with that thought. Basically, eating only the marshmallows, because i'm pretty positive that's it's my and everyone else's favorite part of the whole cereal.

"Don't worry, me and mom, picked the perfect place for you to go" i'm sure you both did, i bluntly thought. I gave him a 'yeah,whatever' smile as he responded back with a happy grin. After hearing enough of my race's ghetto music, i washed out my bowl and favorite spoon, walking upstairs to attempt and finish packing.

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I let out a groggy sigh, landing face first into my bed. A few minutes later, I jumped off, hiding in the corner, at my bed vibrating persistently, thinking it was a monster, growling or something. But as i looked up, i ended, slapping my forehead when i saw the vibration was coming from my phone on the other side of the crib. I groaned and crawled back, sliding myself on it and reaching for the device.

Once my fingers found it's way on touching the side of my phone, I grabbed it. Notification after notification was popping up from only one app.

Kik.

Of course it was my friends, blowing me up in the group chat, they suddenly made last night. Clicking the app, i went into it, seeing both of them spamming my name. I replied a 'yes??' and just in a blink of an an eye, i already got a response from my friend, anike, with a sad face emoji..

My lip began to poke itself out as a little bit of sadness, overwhelmed me. I didn't wanna leave anike, or lauren, for that matter, we all been friends since the fifth grade until this very day. I would hate myself to leave, friends that are like sisters to me, here, instead of taking them with me.

I started typing but before i could tell anike not to cry, the said girl quickly exclaimed, 'don't go....!!' a whimper slipped through the crack of my mouth as i read them spitting messages, pleading me not to go.

Finally i stopped the sad madness with a simple reply. 'I'm so sorry guys, but i can't stay, i have no choice..' after that, the rapid spamming of my two best friends stopped. They typed a simple 'okay....' and left the conversation alone.

I hated this, those two was the ones that understood me and what i was doing and into. Mainly because they are littles too, but that's how we bonded. Of course a few people here and there made fun of the way we dressed and acted, but now i'm dealing with the whole entire boarding school on my bum. That's a lot of pressure for just one little girl, alone.

Why was my mom doing this?? Does she want me to cut out the act?? Start making normal friends?? Start living a normal life?? So many questions crowded in my head as i was getting the last of my necessities bagged along with my clothing. I grabbed my all my stuffies and put them in a whole new different suitcase along with my fox and kitty ears and tails.

"chocolate?? Did you say chocolate?? Chocolate!! CHOCOLAAAATE!! CHOCOLAAATE!! CHOOOOCOLAAATE!!" a fit of clashed happy and sad giggles hit me as i was listening to the one and only SpongeBob on my tv. I loved this show so much, it has always found a way to make me laugh someway, somehow, especially patrick. That's the reason why i wanted to watch it mostly today of all days.i needed a little laugh.

SpongeBob was my idol, he showed me what it's like to have fun and not care what people think, doing a job you love and enjoy it to the fullest. He showed me to enjoy being yourself because there's no one like you but you, and you have to be proud of that.

See, it's not all about stupid jokes, slamming into things and chocolate addicts.

cough cough....me.

I zipped up my bags, looking at the clock to see it was already ten in the morning. I sat on my bed to my phone vibrating. Picking it up again, i turned it on as the notification from the group chat read, 'come outside'.

With a raised eyebrow, i slithered my panda pull over on, along with squeezing on my converses and went down stairs. Opening the door, i saw my two best friends, carrying coloring books, markers, colored pencils, and crafts to make necklaces and bracelets. I smiled at them holding back tears. My arms spread and we all rammed into each other for a group hug, crying some time away once we realized this is our last group hug for a while.