Two Broken Pieces Make A Whole

Chapter 2(incomplete)

Leena Keejui - the daughter

I look out my plane window and scowl. Why does this stupid boarding school have to be in North Dakota? Why couldn't it have been in California or something? I angrily slam my window shade shut. The flight attendant glares at me. I huff and flop back into my seat. I put in my headphones and try to sleep the rest of the flight.

I wake to someone poking my cheek. When I open my eyes a young boy around the age of 6 is all up in my face. I raise an eyebrow. He continues looking at me with a big, wide eyed, blank expression. Then he whispers, "Miss, the flight has landed." I straighten up and look around, the plane is empty except the little boy and me. I hear a man screaming. Then I'm assuming the same man who was yelling bursts through the door. "Johnson! There you are!" He exclaims. "Sorry!" Johnson whines. "Was he disturbing you?" The man asks. I notice his clothing and decide he is the pilot. I grumble a no. Then grab my messenger bag and fast walk off the plane.

I order an Uber when I get outside. I stand bouncing on the balls of my feet with my luggage in tow. The Uber gets here and it's some old dude who takes my bag stuffs it into the trunk and opens my door without a word. He asks for a location and I tell him. No other words were exchanged.

We arrive at North Dakota's Preparatory High School for Troubled Young Adults and Teens. I scowl at the overly cheerful building. He stops at the front of the circle drive. I hop out and grab my stuff from the trunk. I clomp up the front stairs, my combat boots making echos off the pillars. I walk up to the huge double doors and yank on the handle. I swear. Damn that's heavy. I crumple over holding my shoulder. God, about ripped my arm out of its socket! I knock on the door instead. An old woman in a yellowed blouse and a scratchy looking shawl answers the door. She smiles sweetly and invites me in. She turns and waddles off down the hall. I come in and close the door behind me. I look around at the vaulted ceilings and notice how everything looks like knock offs of really expensive things. I rush to keep up with the woman down the hallway. She waddles fast. She turns through an archway into another open room. It has a large service desk in the corner. With several doors arranged around the walls. There are uncomfortable sofas and chairs arranged in sections. She goes behind the desk and sits down. She positions reading glasses on her nose. "Dear, you need to head to the door with the plaque that reads 'Headmistress LeVoille'. Knock before you head in. She will direct you towards your dorm, and tell you what to do from there." She instructs me. I slowly nod and turn on my heel and start down the wall of doors. I come to a stop at the door that reads 'Headmistress LeVoille'. I sigh and knock. I hear an explanation of surprise then footsteps. The door is yanked open. A young woman in a lime green pantsuit with a chunky necklace. She tries to smooth down her hair which was falling out of its twist. She smiles and invites me in. Her room has pink and cream floral wallpaper. She has white bookcases lining the back wall. And paisley chairs sitting across from her desk. Her desk is scattered with papers and folders. She has several cups filled with colored pens and pencils. She sits down in a light leather swivel chair. "Welcome to North Dakota's Preparatory School for Troubled Young Adults and Teens" she says as she shuffles papers together into piles. I smile tightly at her. "I'm Miss LeVoille. Nice to met you." I nod in return.