July Twenty-First

Chapter 2- Willow Queen's School For Girls

     "Fucking condoms?" My dad said, his voice high, his face blotchy.

         My mom nodded, her eyes set on me. Her death glare was intimadating, I must admit. I felt shame, the real shame. Not the, 'I'm not that sorry but I don't want to get in trouble' shame. No the shame that made you pray you didn't look as stupid as you felt.

         Their eyes were back on me, my dad's especially. His dark brown ones, made me feel numb. Sick to me stomach. My mom fixed her eyes on the computer screen next to them. I could tell she felt bad that she told my dad. He was easily angered, and this wasn't going to slide, fuck no.

          "Do you feel fucking good? Do you feel bad ass or something, Aisling? Is not having sex with every guy at your fucking high school too hard?" He asked. His foot was tapping, a rhythem that made no sense. Probably wasn't even considered a rhythem, not that it mattered.

                I hung my head in shame. I should probably tell them that'd I have never had sex before. I should probably in fact tell them, that the condoms were for Lily. No though. It's not like they'd believe me anyway.

          Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize that they were turned toward the marble counter, whispering. I could only make out words like, 'new school' and 'no boys.'

              Was it bad that I was kind of excited when I heard those little things? To me I just heard, 'fresh start' and 'no labels.' Oh fuck it. It probably just meant another chance for me to fuck things up. 

           They turned around. My dad had a wicked smile painted on his face.

                      "How would you like a new school district? A new school, new people?" He asked. He made it sound like it was a bad thing. Little did he know I thought of it as the best thing in the fucking world. A new start, to please Erin. I heard him speak again.

                     "I'm sure you'll love Willow Queen's School for Girls."

        I could feel my stomach drop. I felt like I was going to puke. An all girl's school? Not to mention i'm pretty friggin' sure that it was a boarding school! I glared at him, which only made him smile just a little bit more. I turned around and stomped up the stairs. Fuck.

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         "Aisling. Up. Now." My mom's face appeared as I opened my eyes. She had her glasses on, the glasses that made her green eyes look huge as shit. I had inherited my dad's big brown ones, much to my dismay.

       "What, why?" I asked as I rubbed my eyes and sat up. She looked at me confused. Placing her hand on my knee she began to talk.

           "Your interview at Willow Queen's? Didn't your father tell you last night? Oh wait, you ran out," She gave me a stern look before continuing, "Now get dressed, in something appropiate." She added before leaving my bedroom.

           I slowly got up and stumbled toward my closet. It was practically just a teeny wooden door, inside was a plastic rod, with hangers that held only my best clothing. I picked out a black skater dress and a white sweater to go over it. After closing up the closet door, I grabbed a pair of black flats that sat next to the door, and ran down the hallway, and then down the stairs. 

     My mom was sat at the table, looking precise like always. Her glasses were off and she was wearing a pencil skirt and a peplum top. She had tea cupped in her hand and she was reading a book. Probably War and Peace. She looked up and gave me a stare before getting up and dusting her skirt off. 

       "Let's go." She said with a slight grin. I followed her out the door and we both climbed into her Honda. It was a silent trip, and the only noise was the sound of Abbey Road quietly humming through the radio and me tapping my fingers against the dash board.

"Aisling? Oh hello. I'm Dr. Queen, prinicipal of  this school. You look wonderful today, please take a seat." This lady was talking way too fast. I kind of zoned out, and started to examine her. She had silver hair, pulled into a perfect donut bun, her misty colored eyes almost matched her hair completely. Her lips were in a straight line when she wasn't flapping her lips and she had slightly wrinkles around her mouth and nose. She looked way too, professional. So, of course I figured this was going to suck dick.