Adapting To The Change

Chapter One

“Going to St Claire’s will be fantastic.” Mum argued.

“I highly doubt that Mum,” I said, gloomily.

It was just so typical of my mother to do this, sending me to a new school yet again because she thinks it will be ‘fantastic’, seriously? But hey I must give some respect for the fact that I have been quite a handful, and most of the time it she has to deal with me by herself. Dad worked late hours .

But I’m pretty sure this wasn’t why I was getting sent to a new school, I believe there’s more to it. Anyways at this moment in time I am trying my very best to persuade my Mum one hundred different reasons why I should not go to boarding school.

“My friends are here,” I protested.

“You will make new friends,” replied my Mother now driving into small car park that leads to a massive building. This wasn’t a building. This was my new school. And boy was it huge!

The first thing I noticed was how well respected the school looked. It was perfected. Wait, what am I thinking? I hate this school for making my mother to send me here. But still the school was nothing like my old one.

Back home students would mess about and not really treat the school with respect but here the students did treat the school with respect. I saw a man who looked fairly old and was picking up rubbish and cleaning any marks that the rubbish might have made.

The man wasn’t there for very long meaning that there was hardly any rubbish, and this is where I picked up the new fact of the students here treated the school with respect. It’s funny how I know these types of things but I just tend to spot them out easily. So it only concludes to the fact that I watch to much detective programmes.

The school was built on a slight slant and the grass in front of the school was newly cut. There were two big bushes at either side of the door to the entrance.

On the school the bricks which were made out of different shades of brown making the school look more modern rather than old fashioned from what I saw out of my hand-book the school had given me.

The windows on the building were about six feet tall, and if one was to look a tiny bit closer you could see the windows had a hint of gold lead around the edges just topping off the beauty to the school. There were about three or four floors, and to me it seemed the further you were high up in the building, the better you could see the view down below.

My mother and I continued to gape at the massive school not realising that we should probably get out round about now. After a few seconds Mum snapped out of the gaze and began to get out of the car to get my luggage from the boot.

Personally I could have sat all day in the car just staring at the school, and not because I was slightly terrified of the way it looked. How my mother brought up the money to send me here I will never know.

“Seriously Jessica how much stuff did I tell you NOT to bring,” my mother complained. I sighed at her comment but straight away winced because she did tell me twenty times or so, no joke.

I only brought four bags, its acutely not that much considering they are quite small but my mum just thinks that whatever I pack is a lot anyway. I hurried out of the car to help my mum.

We walked towards the front of the school, which took forever by the way, until we reached the entrance where I dropped my bags and rapidly hugged my mum, shocking her until she responded hugging tighter.