"What???" I shout. "You- mum- you can't!!!" I stammer, my brunette double braids swinging as I shook my head.
"Lu- you'll love it there! I went to Grant Arts Academy when I was your age!" My mother pleaded.
She wanted me to go to this stupid arts school so I could grow up to be an artist JUST liek her. But I didn't want to be and artist, I wanted t be a video game designer. She says that video game designing is practically art... but I don't think it is.
"Mum! I don't want to go to that stupid arts school and that's that! Can't you see how you're ruining my life???" I cried angrily, "You're tearing me from all my friends, and I HATE drawing!!!" I stormed off to my room, my red bangle bracelets jingling as I slammed the door.
Ugh... Lulink Thomasen, age eleven, me, going to an art school. No, no no no. This couldn't be happening. I hated drawing, and my super, annpying, optomistic mum!(And cats... a secret fear of mine... but don't get me started on that.) I couln't leave all my friends at My school in London! I couldn't! Plus, the school was all the way in Lancaster, which was 335 kilometres from London, where I lived! My current school was much closer. I looked in the mirror at myself and sighed. I had blue-grey eyes. Same as my dad. Hey, why didn't he get a say in this? Oh. Yeah. He was always at work. Well, he pays our bills, so I guess thats enough. I turned on my laptop. It was decorated with various stickers of Star Wars, Pop Tart cartoons, and, of course, the top was orange. My favourite colour.
I clicked on Skype, to videochat with my friends. None were online.
I sighed as I went downstairs. "I'm going for a walk!" I called to no one in particular. I grabbed my phone and headed off to our neighbourhood centre. They had a little playground there and an ice cream shop where some kids from my school hung out. I spotted my friend, Claire, and went to tell her the news.
"...And that's what happened." I had finished telling the story, and Claire was just standing there, her mouth open.
"Oh, Lu! How could your mum do that?" She exclaimed. "Your mom knows bloody well that you hate drawing and such!"
"I don't know!" I said, exasperated.
"Well this is just all good and jolly then," Claire mumbled sarcastically.
"Ugh... hey, do you think you can talk some sense into her?" I asked hopefully.
"Er.. maybe. I'll try," she smiled, and we went back to my house.
~*~*~
"OH! Yeah.. um, no." My mother stated flatly.
"Oh, come on mum! I don't even like art!" I complained.
"Yeah," Claire added. "I'd miss her!!!"
"I'm sorry girls, but no is my final answer. Lulink is going to Grant Arts Academy. She starts On Tueday," My mother explained.
"But... that's tomorrow!!!" I wailed.
"Erm... I'm gonna go. Text me Lu!" Claire called as she walked out the door.
Some friend.
The rest of the day my mum and I spent buying a uniform. I had to wear the school colours was all. Guess what the school colours were. ALL OF THEM! Also meaning: No uniforms. Which I was glad about. I hated uniforms. Thats why I didn't go to any private schools. Apparently this was a boarding school. which was fine considering the long commute.
~*~*~
The next morning, my bags were packed, and I had eaten. I was ready to go.
I got in the car. It was still hazy out, because we woke up extra early to get to the school on time. I got a text from Claire.
To: Lulink; From: Claire Bear; Subject: Ello... and goodbye D:
Hey bestie, wanted 2 say ello, and good bye. I'll miss you. Skype me asap, and as often a poossible :)
Lylas, Claire Bear :3
I smiled and replied, the tiny keyboard clicking rapidly as my thumbs quickly typed out the message.
To: Claire Bear; From: Lulink; Subject: RE:Ello.. and goodbye D:
Hey C. I lylas & I hope u no that. I'll Skype you asap, I brought my laptop :) lets just hope I can use it.
Lylas, Lu
I sent it. No reply. School must have started there. Or something or another.
After a while we pulled into the Art School's parking lot. My mum and I got out of the car, my bags in tow. We entered the office. A lady sat at a desk.
"Ello, you must be Miss. Thomasen," The woman said.
"Er... yeah. That's me," I said, waving and smiling.
"Good, I will show you up to your dormitory," she said. I hugged my mother goodbye as the woman led me upstairs.
~*~*~
I gasped. This place was huge! We went up about four flights of stairs before the woman (who I found out's name was Ms. Hilleran) showed me a hallway.
"This is the boy's corridor. THis is off limits to female students," she explained sharply.
"Okay," I replied.
She led me up one more flight of stairs. "THis is the girl's corridor. MAle students are not allowed here. Each Dormitory has a bathroom, just so you know. On the next floor is the faculty rooms. Off limits to students unless there is a dire emergancy," Ms. Hilleran explained.
"Alrighty," I said shortly.
She led me to a dorm. It was number 21. "This is your dormitory. Your roommates will help you now. See you during class!" She called as she went down the stairs.
I opened the door. There were three girls sitting on the bottom of one bunkbed out of the two that were in there. One was auburn, with pale skin and freckles. She wore her curly hair loose with a rainbow striped scarf used as a headband. She was wearing A graphic tee and paint splattered jeans with purple super high tops. Another was Asian, her black hair was in a bob and she wore A tye dye crop top with a white tank underneath it. Her skinnyjeans had a pink belt on them, and she had on sneakers. The third was blonde with her hair tied back in a ponytail and freckles. She wore a blue tee shirt and yogs pants. Her Sneakers were bright green. They all stopped talking as I entered the room.
"Hullo" I said, "I'm Lulink. I'm your new roommate!"
They stared at me for a moment. The Blonde was the first to speak. "Oh, Hi! I'm Kayley, and this (she pointed to the auburn) is Bea and Camie (she pointed to the Asian)!"
Bea looked me over. In my double braids, tan skin, red bangles, bootcut jeans, red sweater, mismatched socks, and Reebok sneakers, I most certainly did not fit in with these girls.
But they welcomed me anyway. "Salutations, fellow earthling," Bea smiled, and put out her hand.
I took it and she pulled me onto the bed. We talked for a while until we heard a bell in the distance. OUr first class. Sculpting.
~*~*~
This school wasn't so bad. They actually had a class all about technology, and one of the units was video game designing. Go figure. Mum was right.
After a few months, I was used to this school. I had made some new friends, and I had discovered my real talent: drawing. Even though I hated it, i was actually pretty good at it. Huh. The irony.
Well, I had learned that trying someting new could be the best thing in the world, even though you thought that you would hate it.
So thats about it. It was interesting, transferring to the arts.
(A/N: Yeah I know the ending is weird but I couldn't think of anything :P)
