skylar p.o.v
I stared out the window of the plane that was leading me to my doom.I really didnt want to be here at all.you must be thinking then why the hell are you on the plane then? well i have to be on this damed thiing because im going to a preppy ass school that supposed to "fix" me. whatever i dont need fixing.my father sent me here to bring out the bright side of me. whatever the fuck that means. hes a basterd that would do anything to get me out of his hair. i dont really care! fuck him. "Flight 32 is about to land" i sigh. this will be a very long day..a very long day.
well about 10 mins latter i stepped off the plane. people started stairing at me. did i really look that weird? well maybe to them i do. this is a totally different lay out here. i mean im in freakin England now!! o well.i grabbed my bags and made my way to the front. there was a guy standing there. "are u Sir Skylar Smiths"? i gave a wtf look "How ya know my name?" the old man smiled "your father sent me and if you dont mind we best be going theres a snow storm coming soon and we dont want to be caught in it."
he took my bags and put them in the trunk. figures my father sent someone to get me.he probually thought i was gonna run or something. where the hell would i go?! stupid! on the way to the school i sat in silence.the mountains looked so pretty i couldnt help but stare. after about 15 mins we drove up to a huge fence that opened to show beautiful buildings.hmmmm maybe this wouldnt be that bad. we drove to the first building i hopped out and looked around. "and you must be Skylar"?
i jumped and turned.thats when it really hit me why people where stairing! everyone is dressed so preppy so clean cut. and here i am hair in my face with my skinnys and band tee my guitar slang over my shoulder. i must look like a hoodlum or rebel. i smirked "whos asking"? he looked a little shooked. i didnt attend to be rude its just how i am. im a punk a regect whatever else people like to label me as. "yes well my names mr.hommer and im the principal here at St. George's private school for boys."
i started laughing soooo hard. hommer thats his name hahahahahahahaha. anyway after i stopped laughing. mr.hommer haha ....gave me my books and classes and my dorm room. and thats where im at now. room 214. i sighed better get this over with. i knocked..
