Ivy's League

Chapter Three: New Neighbor

Chapter Three:  New Neighbor

Word Count:  1746

"Is it still not here?!" I cried out for the billionth time, rushing around the house, yelling at Marc. It was the day before the first day of school, and I was scrambling 'round the house like crazy.

"Nope, sorry Ives!" he called back from outside.

"Fuck my life!" I growled, pulling my hair.

I ran back into my room, collecting a box with my desk stuff and carrying it down the steps. Yup, you guessed it.

Moving Day.

I don't think I've ever been this irritated before. Marc and I are loading my stuff into the back of his jeep and we still don't have the most important thing yet, my uniform!

I brought the box out to the front porch and left it there for Marc to put in the trunk, and then jogged back upstairs to get more boxes.

I grabbed a box full of bed sheets and covers and a box with all my hygienic products, and descended back down the steps. I picked up a pen holder that I must've dropped from another box and continued my way outside.

I'm finally taking a step towards my new life and I couldn't be more scared. Packing all these things up reminds me that I won't come back home for another two years. I won't see Marc and hear his crazy conspiracy theories every morning before I go to school. I won't have my bay window to sit at comfortably and just think about my life. I'm saying goodbye to the place I've known all my life, and it is not even college yet!

I read about girls who who go to these rich schools and immediately become the school's 'badass' or have the most popular guys chasing after her because she is 'theirs', but knowing that none of that would ever happen, how am I supposed to predict what will become of me? I definitely want to succeed in this school, but I don't want to miss out on the high school experience that I presume I will get.

"I think that's about the last box," I panted, wiping my forehead of sweat. "Did the uniform come yet?"

Marc laughed, "Not since the last time you asked, five minutes ago. You're panting like you ran a marathon, Ives. You just brought down a couple of boxes!" he expressed, his lips quirking into a smile.

"Hey," I pouted, folding my arms "these boxes are heavy! Plus I was running up and down steps, which by the way, is more than just putting boxes into a jeep." I complained. "Even I could do what you're doing, instead of walking back and forth!" I joked.

"Who's stuff are we putting away again?" he asked rhetorically, with a fake curious look on his face, scratching his head. "Besides," he said, putting the last of the boxes into the trunk, shutting the back. "No one get's to touch my baby," he said, hugging the car and stroking it.

"Not even your little sister, your favourite person in the world?" I asked, batting my eyelashes.

"Please," he scoffed "you're more of a nuisance than anything."

"Hey!" I cried, then ran to catch up with him as he sat in the car.

Marc started the ignition and began to pull out of the driveway.

"Idiot! We still don't have the uniform!" I fussed, looking at him while he wore an impassive look.

"Not my pro-" he got cut off by a buzz.