Boarding school in England! Really?

Chapter 1

(A/N sorry if this keeps getting changed, I am also writing it for a class.)

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I ran upstairs and slammed the door on my parents after they told me that I would be leaving next month to go to an all girls boarding school in England.  I loved my house in southern California. We lived right on the water and I have the perfect life.  All of a sudden I was having to leave where it was sunny and go to a place where it rained all the time.  I looked around my room and wondered how I was ever going to be able to pack all of my stuff and get it to England.  I loved my school and my friends and I didn't want to leave.

I texted my best friend Rosie;” my parents are making me leave in a month for boarding school.” I quickly got a response 'seriously we are going to miss you so much Georgia'.

I told her to check her email and I sent her the school web site.  The school looked like a big old castle half modernized and half historical.  It had satellite dishes on the roof but it had brick towers and walls, with large holes as windows  and odd paintings on the walls inside.  It looked nice from the outside and I started feeling fine about leaving and going to live there and thought that it might be fun.  Though when I started reading about the curriculum and the life I started having second thoughts, because it seemed like it was very strict.  The schools headmistress said that they were trying to make well behaved and well educated young ladies ready to enter the outside world, which sounded as if some 100-year-old English teacher wrote it because it was so proper.  The school activities and sports didn't sound horrid.  There were multiple art, music, and theater clubs in addition to a few different sports; soccer, basketball, tennis, netball, and swimming. None of these sounded very interesting to me. I thought the sport I would most likely be successful in was soccer (or football as they call it there). Oh, by the way, I will have to wear a school uniform.

As I looked around my room I saw all the things I was going to have to leave behind when I went away, most of my books, my posters and although I  know this may seem cheesy, but most of all the memories.  I had lived in this house all my life. A few years ago my sister had died in an accident, and  she had helped me decorate my room before she died.  I thought about how much I was going to miss it and how I would never forgive my parents if they changed my room while I was gone.   I could see it now; coming home at Christmas and my room being turned into a guest room, with my stuff in boxes in the garage. For the next week or two I  put off packing thinking that it would somehow disappear and I would not have to leave.  But as always in real life this was not true, I had to start packing and I was not looking forward to it.

Rosie came over the next day to help me start packing. She thought that I  was going get to wear anything I wanted; apparently she hadn't read the web site I had sent her.  Finally I convinced her that I would not be able to take my entire wardrobe with me considering I would only be able to wear them on the weekends.  I found the list of uniform requirements: a grey pleated skirt, white button down shirt, a grey sweater vest, a black or grey blazer, black white or grey knee high socks and black ballet flats. This seemed for one a little boring to me but what could I do about it. I went out later to the mall to buy my new uniform two of everything except the shoes, blazer and sweater vest. I packed these along with everything else in to two suitcases.

When we got to the airport my mom handed me some money, thinking I would need it and to my surprise a laptop! She said I was to work hard and blah blah blah all the stuff your mother would say before sending you across the world to boarding school.  On the plane I was sitting in between an old man with a beard and a very cute guy who looked to be about 17.   My stop in New York wasn't bad as I ran through the terminal trying to find some food before the 10-hour plane ride.