Miss Katrina's School Of Driving

Chapter One

Taylor's POV

"What?! Boarding school? You're sending me to boarding school instead of teaching me to drive like any other normal parents would?" I screeched in disbelief.

"Taylor, Miss Katrina's School of Driving is the best driving school there is. It may be a boarding school but you will learn how to drive better there than me or your father could ever teach you." My mother said placing her hand on top of mine.

"I'm not going. I'm not going to fucking boarding school. It's senior year and I'm not going to boarding school and missing out on prom and graduation with all my friends."

"Sweetie, you'll make friends there, and since it's a year long school they have normal classes too. You'll be able to go to prom and graduation, it'll just be at a different school." My mother told me.

"I'm not going."

WHAM!

"Taylor! You are going. End of story. We have already paid for this school and planned our trip. You are going whether you want to or not and your mother and I will be leaving for Bora Bora on the day we planned to. I am not going to cancel my trip." My dad said, slamming his hand down on the table.

I crossed my arms and bit my lip to hold back tears. I stared them down and neither of them flinched.

"Fine."

Indie's POV

I was walking into the kitchen to refill my water glass when I spotted a folder advertising a boarding school.

The first thing that popped into my mind was the ED Unit of the hospital. I had just been released three months ago and now my parents were probably trying to send me to boarding school to cure me.

"Mom? What is this brochure for?" I asked.

"It's for a boarding school that will teach you how to drive. Your father and I have decided that it would be the best thing for you right now." She said, never taking her eyes off of the pan she was stirring.

My heart dropped. Boarding school? Driving? I couldn't do it. I couldn't.

"I'm not going Mom. You know how I feel about cars and driving ever since the accident." I said, trying not to think about it.

"Indie. You are 17 years old. You can't scared of driving forever. The accident was 5 years ago. You have to move on, honey." She said, actually looking up at me.

She had moved on. My dad had moved on. Why couldn't I? It wasn't my fault. I didn't cause Nora to crash.

"I did not cause the crash. The crash is not my fault. I did not cause the crash. The crash is not my fault." I whispered to myself.

"Indie, go upstairs and wash up. Dinner is almost ready and you know better than to make your father wait." My mom said, putting plates on the table.

Khushi's POV

"Khushi! Come down to the living room please. Your father and I have something we would like to talk to you about." My mother yelled upstairs to me as I was laying out my school clothes for tomorrow.

"Coming mother." I yelled down to her.

When I walked in to the living room my parents were sitting on the couch with a folder in between them. I sat down in the chair across from them and braced myself for what they might say.

"Khushi, your driving teacher made us aware of the fact that you have failed drivers ed again. You know what we said after you failed during first semester. I will not break my promise so you will be going to driving school during senior year." My father said, a stern look on his face.