Hush little baby

Chapter 8

The boarding school^^
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"Hey kid, get up." I felt a tap on my arm.

"Mmmmnnn." I shook the hand off of me. Who dares to disturb my dreamless sleep, it was peaceful and quiet.

"Kid, it's time to get off of the plane." I opened my eyes and quickly shot up.

  "O-Oh Thanks." The man that woke me up walked off of the plane.

  I sighed and did so myself, not exited about what was to come. I was the last one off of the plane and the flight attended was overly friendly. Almost like she was made up of candy floss.

  "Have an amazing day sir, it was a pleasure having you!" Well guess what I wasn't going to have an amazing day. In fact I'm going to have a horrible day thank you very much!

  Even though that's what I wanted to say I held back the urge. I just nodded my head and smiled.

  When I got into the airport I saw a refined lady holding up a sign with my name on it. I assumed it was for me and walked over to her.

  "Theodore? Theodore Alder?" The lady looked to be in her mid seventies and she had a French accent. She had grayish black hair tied up into a tight bun. She was wearing thick eyeliner that didn't look good on her saggy eyelids, and she was wearing bright red lipstick. Her outfit consisted of a pencil skirt and a black floral blouse.

"Um y-yes that's me." She smiled and put down the sign, throwing it away in the nearest trash can.

"Good, we're running late let's go." Well nice to meet you too. I'm doing horrible thanks for asking, how are you doing?

I followed behind her and walked out of the airport into a black fancy van. She got into the passenger seat, and motioned for me to get into the back, So I did.

The driver looked like he was pretty old, just young enough to still be able to drive without hitting every mail box though.

"So Theodore, are you exited for this amazing new opportunity?" Hah amazing, that's funny.

"Um... sure." I knew I kind of sounded rude but I wasn't good at covering my emotions. She didn't seem to notice anyways though. She's probably one of those people that ask you questions but don't actually listen to your answer.

"That's good, so your parents already told me a lot about you. Don't worry you will come out of here in a couple of years a refined young man." I just looked out the window, nodding my head.

"You'll Just love the other boys, they're all so polite." She pauses for a second, I assume waiting for me to answer, but why say anything when one, I have nothing to say other than heck no and jump out of the car catching the next flight back. Also she won't even listen to my answer in the first place!

"So we have eight hours in the school day. Before everything starts we eat breakfast in the dining hall. First hour is bible study. Second hour is based on the arts. What type varies depending on the day. We could either be learning piano or sculpting." The day already seemed boring.

"Third hour is language. We work on different languages depending on the year. This year is English because most of the boys can't speak too much of it but they are trying! I assume you will help the with their studies as you are fluent." I nodded my head again, did I even have s choice?

"Fourth hour will be lunch which will too be in the dining hall. Then after lunch you will go back to the dorms or outside for the fifth hour to study or do something productive. Then sixth hour is etiquette. Seventh is math and eighth is physical education ." I held in a long sigh. This school day was so long, and if I get too bored I easily slip into little space. What am I supposed to do then. I need nap time!