"Connecticut. As in mountains, snowy Connecticut?" babbled my brainless but constant friend Hayley when I told her my punishment was to go to boarding school in Connecticut near my aunts house in Hartford. It hadn't felt real until I woke up on that Wednesday morning to board my flight from Miami to Connecticut. It may have seemed like a dream come true to most 16 year old girls being states away from their parents, but all I wished was for it to not be true.
"Yes Hayley, Connecticut. I'm sorry I can't say bye. This is all so rushed. Guess my dad wants me gone real bad." I spoke harshly into the phone. I didn't hold it against my father, but at that part of my life I needed a dad. "I've gotta go my taxi is here." I quickly said before hanging up.
"What's the point of saying bye?" thinking to myself. He's the one kicking me out. I'm sure one less goodbye won't kill him. The whole day went by like a long episode to a boring show. A surreal episode that was gonna land me in a state thats too cold and a school thats too crabby.
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Hartford. The pictures didn't do it justice. Driving through the city was exhilarating. I felt as though I had to write a play or take a picture. If only I wasn't being exiled to Lucas Harper Boarding School. I was tempted to just jump out of my aunts' white Camry and adventure the city. But after all it was 12 AM and I was a delinquent in Aunt Ingrid's eyes.
Ingrid's condo was exceptionally gorgeous. Her view let out Hartford like it was a canvas and I was a passionate Italian. It was only for the night, so savoring was the only option.
So far Connecticut felt wonderful. But a wise woman once told me "Feeling and being are planets apart."
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"Wake up, you're going to be late." yelled the tired Aunt that was sheltering me. That's how I remember her just in case I tried to strangle her. I rose from bed and popped things I didn't know I had. I did the basic hygienic things that I don't find necessary to list. As I was combing my long blonde hair after throughly washing it, I heard incessant knocking from the woman who drove me from an airport at 12 AM to her home. Breathe. Breathe.
As soon as I was physically ready to go to Lucas Harpers, I took my bags and my purse and my love for the city and crushed it in my aunts' trunk.
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"Planes? As in airplanes?" repeated the lost student aide trying to take down my information.
"Yes Planes as in airplanes." I retorted as I collected my room key to dorm 35 and my ID that due to lost sleep, looked like a mugshot. Too many stares were given to me when I realized this school was no ordinary boarding school. My father found the most boring boarding school and shoved me in ensuring months of misery because of what happened to Vi. It wasn't my fault.
"Need any help?" chirped an over enthusiastic blonde girl with gold eyes.
"Yes please," I friendly replied. I needed allies,"Dorm 35." That's when things got weird. Because the second 35 was spoken the chirping stopped and I thought I killed that singing bird in the blonde girl. "You're her." was all she said before she quickly told me fourth floor third to the right before quickly walking off.
Great. I had a rep before I even walked into a class. Or maybe it was a rumor spreading. I know all about those. Once I got to the room and opened the door with my brown key engraved 35, I went straight to the bed past the side of the room decorated with too many colors. I was exhausted and I needed to shut my eyes and shut this shit out.
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I woke up mid noon because the large window let in the beautiful blue sky and a view of the forest aside from Harpers. I was at Harpers for a day and I was convinced it was haunted due to its old fashioned medieval theme. It looked like a castle except I wasn't a princess. In the eyes of the student body, I was "her".
"Good, you're awake." my eyes scanned the room before landing on the black hair belonging to the blue eyed girl on my couch. Apparently, her couch as well. "Guessing you're my roommate." I had guessed right because she got up and said "Get up, orientation is in 30 minutes and you look like shit."
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A simple pink top with white shorts was suitable. My hair was already straight so I applied light make-up and followed that not yet named blue eyed girl to the main hall where the orientation was being held.
Standing for about 10 minutes surrounded by the chatter of friends reuniting after summers separation.
I thought about making some friends but then an old man with white hairs and dark eyes stood in front of the large crowd of students. His suit was navy blue and was obviously expensive. He was confident and I was impatient.
As I turned to walk away, the static from the microphone rang in my ears and his deep voice released the words, "Welcome to Lucas Harpers. You are all here because you share the quality of being different. Each with a unique gift, a specific power." And thats when I started laughing. I tried to cover the giggles to avoid stares from focused students but they escaped and I got the stares instantly.
"I'm sorry but he's talking to us like we're the X-Men." I retorted. Turning to the girl next to me, "What can you do? Shoot fire out of your finger tips?" Then suddenly I felt a burning sensation at my feet as it traveled up the rest of my body and I felt fire pouring over me. I yelled and kicked. And it stopped. I was left staring crazily at everyone around me. They had all seen it, but no one acknowledged it as a moment to help.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" I belted. "That was your first element to battle." spoke the old man in the navy blue.
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Bliss
Genç KurguI forgot the amount of times they told me to stay away. But you always want what you can't have, and your lips taught me that ignorance is bliss.
