The Gale Of Evan Thompson's Account

Chapter 1

Rain. Rain is beautiful. It's the counselor of nature. It cleanses a person. I stare off into the distance. Droplets of rain cover the window like spots on a Dalmatian. My eyes red and puffy from the tears. A yellow dandelion field is drifting past like a wave of white dreams. Our van is moving fast, about 70 miles per hour. "Another Home." I think to myself. I glance down at my jacket sleeve, pulling it back just enough to see the cuts. Sadness fills me. "I have to distract myself" I turn my gaze back to the window. London, they shipped me to London. Why not keep me in America, where I was born? Life goes on even when I wish it wouldn't. I put my headphones in, pull down my hood, and drift off into a deep sleep.

I dream of my old town. There I was on the playground with my friends, tag was our favorite game. The thought of these friends bring back memories some good, some bad. Each of them end with me leaving. The day I received the note of recommendation from the London highschool program was the worst day of my life. My foster parents called me in from my best friend Tyson's house next door. We were in the back yard shooting beer cans with his BB gun, because being 18 makes tag less interesting.
"Evan come in side there is a letter for you," Mrs.Edison says with a smile.
I have never called her Mom because she would never be my mother. I jump the fence rushing to the back door. "A letter for me? I never receive letters." The thought of receiving a letter gave me hope, maybe it was my real parents telling me they want to meet. I've always dreamed of meeting my mother and father, all I know about them are their names. Sarah Thompson and Fred Thompson, then there is me, the son they didn't want. Evan Thompson.
"Is it on the table?" I ask while grabbing a candy bar sitting on the counter.
"Yes, it's the red envelope," I hear from the family room. "Woah, I've never seen a letter like this before." I begin to examine everything about this strange envelope. Gold linings around the edges, flower designs imprinted on the folds. I pull on the wax seal, it's smooth. I slowly remove it from the envelope, and being careful not to tear it, I pull out a white piece of paper that reads:

Dear Evan Thompson,

We would like to formally invite you to be apart of our school for gifted students. We have noticed your academic scores are top of your class, it would be an honor to have you join our academy. London Learning for a Higher Cause. We will accommodate you with a ticket to a little town near London which we will have our school counselor Mr. Pratt bring you to LLHC. We hope you consider our offer. Our sincerest wishes, LLHC school board.

  Baffled I look at Mrs.Edison, she nods with a smile.  
"You leave tomorrow morning to head to the airport."She says gleefully as if she has been waiting for a chance to get rid of me.    
     "My friends are all here, am I supposed to just leave them behind?" I say angrily.
"You will make new ones Evan please it will be good for you."
        I know there is nothing I can do but agree.
     Now I'm sitting in a cab pulling into London. "This could not get any worse" I sigh and watch as we pull up to a giant hotel style building.