Peaches and Priests

Chapter One

On a bleak afternoon, I opened and scanned my new room. It wasn't just mine actually but shared with a girl I still had to meet. Welcoming me was a sash window flanked by two study tables, empty and quite worn with chairs tucked on each of them. Two beds were on either side of the door and a common toilet and bath was on the far corner. Kneeling,I grabbed one of the handles that was protruding under the bed and found out they were drawers of different sizes. It should be the closet for I didn't see any. Digging up the clothes from my bag, I put them into the drawers and some of my school things on the table. Turning around the room, I thought it was cozy enough yet smaller than my liking. 

A month ago, I witnessed my parents argue on the dining table as to whom should I be entrusted with. They were opting for a divorce and eventually going for separate ways. I knew it would come to that point. I would choose my father If I had a say on that thing but if you're a thirteen year old girl, you usually don't. It ended up with me and my mother here on County Wicklow, Ireland, her roots she left behind to study in New York. There she married and bore me, the former failed, I'm not sure about the latter. Now she had come back with a fractured soul.

My mother chose St. Therese Academy, an all girls school that had a dormitory for my new school. Although the house was just thirty minutes by bus which I can manage, she preferred to have me stay in school and told me "Look, honey, I'm afraid this whole thing might affect you as it has affected me, it is better that way, okay?". For all she know, it already had. I tried to reason out that it doesn't have to be an all girls school. But it was the only school with a dormitory. Eventually I'd find this arrangement better sooner. It's just that, I might be the type that'd get fed up soon but we never really know.

"Hi.. " I lost my thoughts when a slender brunette girl my age appeared in front of me. She was smiling like a good friend would. It amazes me how some people find it easy to smile and approach strangers. But then I thought if she was not doing it, I would be forced to initiate and that's the least thing I want. Straightening my glasses, I caressed my skirt and stood up. I was a couple of inches taller than her.

"Hello! I'm Cevé. I guess you're my roommate. Glad to meet you...?" She uttered and giggled like a kid she was and offered her right hand for a shake. I was finding the accent nice.
"Ah, Eden.. " I smiled while I shook her hands.
"So this is your room and your roommate" It came from another girl a couple of years older than me leaning by the door frame. She was redhead and her eyes were speculating the room and probably me.

I held my hands in front of me and stared on the floor as the girl entered the room carrying a bag. She laid it on the other bed.
"I'll go now" she said flatly.
"Wait.. Farga, Eden. Eden, Farga" Cevé said her eyes switching between me and the other girl. "My sister by the way" this she said to me.
"Hello,Farga." I said, still looking at my feet and dumbfounded by the air of the older girl. "Hmm" was her only response and then she left.

"I'm sorry about my sister, she's just.." Cevé tried to explain but I cut her off.
"It's okay Cevé." I smiled trying to avoid another awkward moment.
Smiling back at me , she started to rummage into her bag and put her things on their proper places as neatly as she could and not to my surprise, they were as organized as an OC would. This can't be good.

"Are you new here? Because I am." She asked when she finally finished. Sitting by the chair on one of the study table.
"Y-yes, I'm from New York."
"Oh, that's far. We're just from Dublin. My sister have been here for two years already. I'm glad that I'm not the only one new here and it came to be my roommate too, are you not?" She smiled. Her eyes did too. Hoping to find a friend in me.
"Of course.. I hope we're on the same classes.."
"Let me see your schedule then" She eagerly said and I complied in the same manner. I walked towards her and we both compared our index cards.
"Well, this is great! We have all the same classes."
It was visible that Cevé looks forward for the semester. I just smiled at her and took a glimpse out of the window. Below me, students carrying their belongings bade their parents goodbye as they answer with kisses and hugs. Across the field some grouped around catching up each others whereabouts during the summer break and some were plainly observing their surroundings. I did too. And from here I could see the back of the main building. It was bricked and two-storeyed. There were touches of preservations for it is old but on it's right side was a modern alteration, Administrative building probably, with floor to ceiling glass windows and inclined roofing. In the middle of the ground floor was the exit doors leading to the field. With bleachers here and there. I wondered what sports they play here.