Obsessive Reality

Chapter 3: Seeing, Leaving, Beeing

And so it began. The next day my parents and I piled into our car and drove three hours to Bentally. I just have to say, this was the most amazing school ever. And I hadn’t even been inside yet. When we parked in the lot I could see the six school buildings. “Wow.” I gasped and sat looking through the front window in awe.

“You sure know how to pick them kiddo.” Dad said to me as we filled out of the minivan.Looking at the huge buildings, I saw that there were even more buildings.Those must be the dorms. I thought. Seeing my future home made me buzz with excitement. Eventually, my family made it to the main building, but not before asking five different people ware it was. All of those students stared at me like I was insane for being there. Why? I have no idea.Anyway, once we entered the main office, I was once again struck by the large size. I mean it was HUGE! Everything was made of marble, the floors, the roof, the front desk... I stared at the office right behind the huge desk (Have I made my point? Everything is huge!) . Something was pulling me towards the wooden door. It was as though I was made of metal and there was a giant magnet behind that one door. I shook myself. What was going on with me? Mentally I shrugged and sat down in a soft velvet chair. Whatever was in this office would have to do with ought me. I was not going to make a bad first impression before I even begin at this school. After what seemed like hours, that heavy wooden door opened and the pull in my gut tightened. I felt someone walk past me. The tug followed the person, but I didn’t let my eyes wander up. Don’t look, don’t look! The tug on my gut was now unbearable. I felt like my stomach might explode at any second. What. The. Heck?

“Mr. and Mrs. Smith?” I immediately recognised the principle’s voice. Jumping from my seat, I heard the front door slam and the pain in my gut evaporate.

“Here! We’re right here. Come on Mom!” I nearly screamed. Both my parents raised their eyebrows in response. But they did get up and walk over to the open door slowly the shook Ms. Barnaby’s hand and walked into her office. God, I hope things go smoothly. With my last thought in my mind, I raced into the office, door closing behind me.

“Well, everything seems to be in order now. Brook, we’ll see you on Tuesday then. You’ll be in room 13A Stevenson Hall. And here’s a map so you won’t get lost. I’ll have someone bring your books and class schedule to your room when you arrive. All right? Okay, it was a pleasure meeting you all. Have a good night. See you in a few!” Ms. Barnaby called as we walked from the office. The meeting had just ended. And man am I tired! All that happened was this: my parents signed some papers, Ms. Barnaby told us about the school, my parents signed some more papers, they chatted about Lilloes, and my parents signed some more papers... You get the picture? And that went on for two hours! All I want to do is go home and sleep! Slowly, I walked to the car. Half way their I felt a familiar tug in my gut. I looked around. Nobody stood out to me, nothing looked different. The sun was still shining and the campus was buzzing. Yet I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched. Quickly I clamored into the car. As my parents pulled out of the parking lot, I cot site of someone staring at me wide eyed. I was a boy. He was too far away so I couldn’t make out his features, but I could see his eyes on my car as it drove away. Creepy. I thought. But as I crawled into bed that night, I couldn’t help but wonder who he was, and why he had looked so shocked, wide eyes and all. I fell asleep wondering what his name was.

The next morning, I woke up very happy. I’d bean dreaming about my new roommate. I wonder what she will be like. I hope she’s not like Samantha. If she is, I’ll have had no reason to leave home. The thought made me shudder. No, don't think like that. You'll be fine. Your roommate will be awesome. You two will be great friends. I thought.

Quickly I ate a piece of toast and rushed back up stairs. "Mom! I need more boxes!" I hollered. My mother rushed into my room with four Rubbermaid boxes.