The Stars She Sees

Driving to prison

I looked out the window as my dad continued to drive through the West Virginia countryside.

The boarding school just had to be four hours away from our house, it was embarrassing enough to be joining school in the middle of my senior year. But, not knowing anything about the area either? For me as a knowledge seeker that was infuriating.

I looked down at google maps on my dad's phone. We only had ten more minutes till we were there. What a relief.
I didn't know how this school was going to turn out. I certainly didn't want it to be like my past high schools I'd visited. With snotty teenagers and their hunk boyfriends, constantly picking on nerds like me.

At some of them you didn't even have to be smart to be a nerd. It was like being called a nerd for having glasses, or a tuna sandwich for lunch everyday.

Snapping back into reality, I looked up from staring at my jeans to see, the driveway of the school.
A huge stone sign read "Morgan Academy"
Sounded official, sounded boring, sounded like there would be a bunch of smart and serious kids here.

Eventually, the building cane into view.
It was a huge brick building, with black shutters, and a big dark oak door in the front.
There was a round about driveway in the front, with a fountain in the middle that depicted a civil war Calvary rider.
The building was in a inlet, and huge oak trees surrounded it.

My dad drove up the round about before stopping in front of the door and saying "Good luck. You're lucky I'm paying for this. See you next summer."

I was used to that from him and it didn't really effect me. My parents never really cared, and my dad was happy to send me away. My mom had divorced him when I was twelve and then disappeared, tired of the man.
I wish she had taken me with her. Things would be so much easier.

I got out of the car, and slammed my door. And proceeded to get my suitcase out of the trunk.

As I lugged my bag up the stairs I really started to appreciate things about the building.
Like how tall it was, and how long it would've taken to lay all the bricks, and the wide foundation.

Eventually, I managed to get inside the building.
It looked like any normal high school inside, just without lockers, and instead dorm rooms.

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I had found someone who had directed me to my room, and had given me my schedule. Apparently I was sharing a room with a fellow senior student named Abigail Williams.

I walked down the halls, listening to my footsteps on the marble. Finally, I found my room, number 302.