It was the day, the day when I had to go to ‘Manhattan Rovers High School.’.
Oh, and Malcolm forgot to mention one thing, one small teeny tiny detail. It was a boarding school.
There I was standing in the doorway with Abi picking out some ‘totally cool clothes that would look great on me even though they’re kinda Goth-y’.
“Right!” She started zipping up my suitcase, “You’re baggage is perfect, all thanks to moi.”
I raised my eyebrow with a slight smirk, “What about your suitcase?”
“Oh?” She laughed, and waved her hand as if that was the stupidest question she had ever heard, “I planned my clothes as I soon as I found out when this mission started.”
My smirk faded. My eyebrow lowered. “Oh.”
Abi snickered and hollered for me to grab the bags, “I feel intrigued. Do you feel intrigued?” She asked with sudden interest.
“I don’t really want to room with anyone I don’t know.” I sighed.
“So young, so naive,” she said to the window as if it was her audience, “Malcolm has a way with words. We’ll be rooming with each other. It’s like guaranteed.”
My eyes brightened up as I listened to her words, “Well, it would make sense having you room with me for the past couple of days instead of spending the nights in the millions of other rooms instead.”
“See?” she smiled, “Catching on already.”
I turned away and packed a backpack I had gotten with books, pens and pencils. I was mesmerized in the world of biro until a voice screeched, “Where. Is. My. Liquid. Eyeliner!”
“Humph” I said to myself whilst she ran around the room muttering to herself about the necessities of liquidised substances.
My watch beeped with a message and I looked down at the screen which had the words:
Girls, I understand how much you value your clothes and other . . . things. Just, hurry up! The van leaves in 5.
-Morris
“Come on,” I said to my ‘sister’. She shook her head rummaging around in her drawers.
I put my hand gently on her shoulder and broke the news to her, “Abi, it’s gone.”
“It was so young!” she wailed teasingly. I pulled her away from the cabinets and out of the door. Dodging the hole we had created yesterday, we walked out into the sunny day.
“They’re here,” Dylan shouted to Morris who was pulling bags into the van.
With an annoyed glance at us, he caught hold of our luggage and threw it into the boot.
“Malcolm!” Abi said pointedly, before softening her voice, “Delicates.”
“In,” was Malcolm’s reply as he walked off and hopped into the back seats of the van.
Pulling my backpack onto my shoulders I followed with my shoulders slouching.
“Hon,” Abi said, before I could get in. I turned back to her and saw her smile, “This. Is how you do it.”
She pulled one strap over one shoulder and strutted toward the van. She paused and performed a pose that made us all laugh before getting in.
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The Other Side
Teen FictionTansy May's life has been nothing but an unfortunate roller-coaster of events; from thinking she was going to be burned to death by a bunch of crazy religionists, to being taken to another side of the world that she only thought existed in movies. ...
