Hayley and Grace: The Mysterious School

Chapter 1

Grace, edited

I looked up, my dirty blonde hair swaying with the wind. I held my cup close to my chest, keeping it distant from the wind. As a child, me and my twin sister, Hayley, loved to imagine that the wind is the evil Mr Windacornasoriuos and even though we weren't playing now, I still like to imagine that we are. Hayley, my twin sister stood beside me. Her hair in braids and she was roughly the same height, actually we are the same height. My father stood in front of both of us, staring into the distance. Eslie. His new girlfriend, with two sons already from her other husband. Hayley turned to look at what he was staring at, and her expression soured quickly changed, father turned her around and put his hands on our shoulders.
"Thank you girls, for your help to get all their stuff in, Liam and Mason are really thank full." Hayley snorted as he got to his normal height. Father brushed his hair from his shoulder then started to head for the door. As he touched it he turned to face us once again.
"Meet me in-"
"Mark! The boys are cold, they need more blankets!" He looked through the door and nodded to her. "Meet me in my-"
"Mark also, can you please make us some dinner, i'm to tired to cook!"
"Meet me in my office in ten minutes sharp," He hobbled to our room, taking one blanket from both our beds. Hayley huffed. "We need to do something," Hayley crushed her plastic cup, throwing it into the bin, her name half smudged off. "Hayley we're eight, what could we do to break them apart, huh?" Hayley shrugged as i quickly drank my juice before chucking it into the bin as well.

Ten minutes slowly passed, with shouts from one end of the house to the other. We knocked on the door, and we're very quickly told to come in. Father sat in his office chair, asking us to sit down, on the floor. "Me and Eslie," He started, taking a deep breath. "Want you girls to have a bright future," He looked down and handed us two leaflets, with our names on them.
"So we are sending you to a boarding school," I gasped as Hayley sat there staring at a picture of Eslie and her sons. "What does that mean?" She twisted her head and dropped her leaflet to the floor. "A school that you only come home twice a year for 2 weeks at the most," Father smiled. Hayley on the other hand huffed, crossing her arms and frowned. She hated being away from her aunt. Aunt Josaphina, who is our mothers sister.

After the talk with father, Hayley declared that we had to go to the park, one last time. "Because what if we never see it again?" I laughed to her comment, punching Hayley in the shoulder. "Remember we come home for 4 weeks every year," I sighed. "Two weeks," We had so much memories here. Like i broke my arm when i was five, swinging from that tree in the distance. It was shaped like a tail, i used to say. Father placed a rope there that we could swing on, because why not? Hayley would bring another rope so both of us could swing on it. We would also have delicious picnics that consisted of sandwiches and strawberry's. If we were lucky, cream and chocolate to.
But Eslie says, only the two boys can have those stuff. "When are we leaving?" Hayley plopped herself to the warm green grass. "1st of January," I took my shoes off and laid down on my hat. "So, 1, 2, 3 more days," Hayley counted. "But we're only 8, the boys are like 5 and 4 years old, but they are defiantly brats alright," I tried to stifle my laugh but it exploded through the place like a cars roar.

After walking back, we were told to pack. I packed everything of importance, possessions and all. So i ended up packing some clothes, shoes, hats, jumpers, a notebook with a pen, extra ink, hair brush that belonged to my mother and a few stamps. (Also a few pounds from father, which we were told not to tell Eslie, HAHA!) I zipped my suitcase up, sitting on it in the end. Hayley was jumping on hers, cursing it to zip up. I moved a piece of clothing in her suitcase, allowing her zip to close properly.
"Thanks," She muttered. We heaved our stuff through the house to the front yard. Father stood aside his motorcycle. Eslie stood there, i noticed. Waving to Father not me nor Hayley. Her two boys stood behind her, poking their tongues out. Hayley dropped her suitcase down the stomped over to them. Eslie eyed her off, then Hayley pushed the two boys to the ground. Shoving them back down once they tried to get back up.
"Don't touch them!" Eslie quietly growled. "Or else,"
"Or else what?" Hayley burst into laughter. "Or else you can stay at that school longer than planned," Eslie smiled a devious smile, waving her off.
Hayley returned, red and frowning. Somehow Father didn't notice any of that. "She can't get away with this, mark my words, Grace," I nodded and got into the motorcycle. Father was still in the back, trying to get Hayley's suitcase into the motorcycle's little boot in the back. "Well Hayley dear, can you squash this lump out?" Hayley got out, walking to him, opening the zip them throwing a ball into the bin.
"How the hell did a ball get into my suitcase?!" The two boys started giggling. She got the ball from the bin and threw it at them, except it didn't touch Liam or Mason, but Eslie, smacking her eye. She rubbed it then stormed to us, fists clenched completely. "Don't expect to come back next year, Hayley!" She stormed to Liam and Mason and made her way inside.
Father got us into the motorcycle and then we were off.