Mending Rosaline| slow updates

♛ 03 ♛

Why couldn't I go to the same school as my cousins?

As much as I hated them, at least I would be near my parents. At least I wouldn't be alone. I knew my parents wanted the best for me, why else would they send me to a boarding school that was in the top 50 excelling schools of Europe, containing all departments that were 'of the highest standard'. If they wanted to help me, why would they send me across the country? Did they seriously believe that I would get better?

Maybe it was for the best, my parents could be the ones chaining me to my past memories of which haunted me daily. After all, they were the first faces I saw in the wake of my accident, I guess I'd just have to man up.

Eight days were all I had in the new house.

It wasn't a long time considering I'd just moved here, I didn't even have to unpack my bags, only taking out the necessary clothes and later replacing them in my bag.

At least I didn't have to go through all the tedious jobs of picking through my clothes and deciding what and what not to take. I didn't have to care whether I didn't have enough space at the academy, I wouldn't be sharing a dorm like I had previously assumed. The dorms on Acre Hall Academy's website was the epitome of elegance, the colour scheme being white and cream. This allowed the students to 'embrace their inner creativity', I thought it was a way of seeing if anyone had a slight chance of being the next Picasso.

I doubt many people would bother decorating their rooms, they were most likely studying or going to classes. Interior designers were probably hired to decorate.

I still haven't painted anything since the last painting, I was being cautious. Usually, I'd paint once every few days. This was a record on my standards.

Once again, the time had come to depart. Once again, I wasn't ready to leave. I was unable to bear the thought of leaving so soon.

Who wouldn't be? Who wouldn't be sad to leave their parents?

My bags were in the same place as they were in the old house, but the difference was that they were there on their own, my parents bags weren't there. This was confirmation that I would be alone, as if what they said were meaningless jokes and they'd hop on the plane with me at the last minute.

As I sat on the stool in the kitchen gazing out the window at the serene landscape, a sharp car horn blurted out and I took this as my signal to leave.

I lifted the suitcases, which was more difficult that it sounds, and lugged them out the front door. The crimson red door slamming shut behind me. My mom and dad were sat waiting impatiently for me in the car, why were they in such a rush?

I squeezed into the small backseat of the car, tugging my rucksack in behind me.

"Are you excited, Li?" My mom asked, craning her neck at an awkward angle.

"Sure." I replied sarcastically.

"You know, it's one of the best schools in Europe." My dad comments, failing to make conversation.

"I know." I decided I'd only reply in one or two word answers.

"I don't understand why you're getting so worked up about this, Li?" I loved my parents, but sometimes they didn't understand what I was go through.

I don't think anyone would. My life's a wreck, like a tangled mess of string.

Who would understand my story, an unfortunate tragedy of a girl who was involved in a life shattering accident and relives it nightly, as well as it affecting her daily life. Latching onto her mind like a bloodsucking leech.

The journey from the town to the airport, turns out we weren't that desolate after all.

The goodbye was bittersweet and clipped, few hugs and kisses and little to none tears shed, not by me though. I had to be strong, it was a new chapter, this time I would let my past write it, I would be the author. I wouldn't be the weak one anymore, I wouldn't let people push me around.

I boarded the plane shortly after and, unsurprisingly, I was in first class.

The plane journey was short, I slept for most of the way. When I got off the plane, there was a man holding a sign reading my name, the man was holding my suitcases.

He had stark blonde hair styled to perfection,

"What are you doing?" The man said snobbishly, regarding me with a look of disgust.

"I'm Rosaline." I said confusedly. At my answer, the man began sniggering, even his laugh was snobbish.

He held a look of silent shock in his eyes, I was offended. Did he not think I was going to the academy? I mean, I was wearing jeans and an old band t-shirt, but seriously?

"Oh," he said hiding the fact he was disgusted with a strained smile, "right this way, Rosaline."

I could tell he wasn't much of a talker, he didn't speak for the rest of the journey, sparing me a few exasperated glances.

Was he one of the students?

Of course not, Rosaline! Why would any of the students work, why would they need to work at any point in their lives, they're all heirs to companies.

"Do you go to the academy? Or are you just a chauffeur?" I asked the guy, trying to make polite conversation.

The reply I got was a scoff and a roll of the eyes. Obviously he wouldn't go to the academy.

Soon enough, we were driving through the campus and up to what looked like the main building, needless to say, it was bigger than I expected. I looked around, students overflowed from the building onto the grounds, everywhere books were open and they each had a nose buried in them.

Maybe this would be a good start, maybe I wouldn't have to care about how popular I am or what people would think of me. Maybe I could focus on school for once.

Or maybe I spoke too soon.

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I'm sorry I had really bad writers block all week so I couldn't get it up on time

My schedule for updating the book will mostly be around Wednesday's or maybe a bit later just fyi.

Ciara
Xxx

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