I never thought that my life was going to be fair. It always seemed that if I finally got two steps ahead, I'd get hit by a wicked curve-ball and be knocked three steps back. But I seem to be getting ahead of myself (haha, that's funny). Let's just say it all started in the spring, nearing the end of my sophomore year in high school.
I'd studied to get into W.A. for a long time, (it's a private school for the rich, talented, intelligent, and I'd come for the music program) and when I got an acceptance letter a few weeks ago, I went to explore it (hey, it has a great reputation so they never let a poverty stricken kid like me past the gate), and try to make some friends for myself. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, going to an expensive school with above average people with high expectations.
I didn't just come to make friends today though. I came to ask the headmaster if he would not let anyone know about the scholarship. I had a feeling that if these kids found out about it, they would, (figuratively, hopefully not literally, that is usually frowned upon), devour me like you see lions do to wildebeests on AnimalPlanet. Being born into a poor family, my friends at my old school couldn't understand why I wanted to be in this place so badly, but they supported me. Even by their standards I was poor. They told me before I even started studying that if anyone at this place knew about my family, I wouldn't be treated the same, that the people here would probably treat me like a welcome mat because they are 'entitled'. Growing up as I did, I didn't ask my parents for anything anymore. They worked hard and if I asked for something, I would feel bad when they told me that we couldn't afford it, and I know it would hurt their feelings, because I knew they wanted to give me things. So now I didn't ask my parents for anything. I barely spoke to them at all because they were never home anyway.
Walking on the cobblestone sidewalk, I took it all in. In this early spring, the world was bathed in the sunshine. The rays of light gleamed and shimmered off of the painted glass windows while the bees sang a cheerful tune and the butterflies painted the warm air with their rainbow colored wings. The Earth was a work of art here, roses, columbines, lupines, tulips, and all numbers of flowers that whitewashed the earth's dullness and made it all winsome. Why, the very cobblestone sidewalk that I walked on now was shaded by blooming trees and outlined with benches that were weaved between them. I thought I had seen it all until I saw the school.
The school was so glorious it wasn't even fit to be called brick. It was a collection of lovely white buildings that seemed so enormous that even if I stayed here for the next two years of my high school life, I would never be able to see everything that was there. Focus, I came here to make friends. But looking at all of this splendor... This would count as exploring wouldn't it?
I'll try to make friends. Everyone was dressed in their uniform, which made me automatically feel out of place. Girls wore knee length red and black plaid skirts, a white button up blouse and a black blazer with the school insignia on the pocket, a large W made out of gold vines. Boys wore the exact same blazer, a white button up shirt, and black slacks. Not many people were wearing their blazer, not on a day like this, and their shirts were short sleeved.
"Are you people watching or did you just not bring your uniform today? Because that is way against policy," a voice asked behind me. I turned quickly to see a boy with dark hair and darker eyes grinning at me. He towered above me.
"Transfer."
"Excuse me?"
"I'll be transferring here next year. I wanted a quick look around."
"Judging by the fact that you've been standing in that exact spot for about ten minutes, I don't think you wanted a quick look around."
"You've been watching me for ten minutes? Jeezums what a creep," I smiled after a moment to show I was kidding and he smiled back. He held out his hand to me.
