“DOES ANYONE IN THIS HOUSEHOLD CARE TO EXPLAIN WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!” I screamed my anger building as I took in how empty my house was. The boxes were all stacked in the living room.
My older brother Allen bounded down the stairs, did a front flip over the boxes, and punched my shoulder lightly. “Language young one,” he chided patting me lightly on the head.
If you haven’t noticed realized Allen is a dancer, he is a good one too. He does ballet but his real passion is street dancing. He has a medium build and is 6 feet tall. We don’t look or act alike. I have long dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and I don’t have a slight build. I love me my burritos.
Meanwhile Allen has jet black hair and bluish grey eyes. He loves his food but gains no weight. The biggest difference is I play hockey. Not girl hockey though, I can’t stand drama, I play with the boys, who only happen to acknowledge my existence when on the ice. Except when it came to guys and me, then they were over protective.
“Allen what’s happening,” I asked angrily. I better get fantastic explanation seeing as I am never warned about what is going to happen.
“Mom’s wants a new change,” he said feigning excitement.
“What about my hockey,” I asked my mood slowly getting darker. Allen looked at me with a pitying expression. The door slammed and a voice yelled out “Hello.”
“In here,” Allen and I yelled at the same time. Our mother walked in with more boxes then looked back and forth between Allen and I.
“Mom,” I started to say slowly, “what is going on?” Her face held mixed emotions when she looked at me.
“Well why don’t we go to the kitchen and talk about this.” Talk about what, now that I finally adjusted I have to move. Oh that’s a fantastic explanation. Walking to the kitchen I saw boxes stacked up in piles, everything else was completely empty. Inside the kitchen there were three chairs and nothing else. “Have a seat,” my mother said stiffly.
“Well,” I said staring my mother down. I want an answer and I want one now.
“I got a new job in Europe,” she paused, “and you two are coming with me.” She paused for a moment. “Jalyn you are going to a boarding school that specializes in all the ice sports.” I was outraged. My own family decided that I would go somewhere alone. What if I don’t want to play hockey anymore? I stared at my mother with a look saying explain yourself.
“Jay the school is already arranged and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Tomorrow morning you can go say goodbye to your friends, then you are taking a plane to your school. Stop glaring you will end up thanking me, and yes I did tell them you play with guys. They did argue about you playing on the girls’ team but once they heard how good you are they said you could play on the boys’ team.”
“What about Allen?” I asked. I may hate him but I don’t want to be separated from him too. He looked at me with a slight smile.
“Your brother is going to a boarding school also.” I was outraged she shouldn’t separate us, she couldn’t.
“What happened to being a family?” I snapped. My mother looked at me calmly.
“Allen is going to a boarding school that specializes in the arts. That boarding school is about fifteen minutes away from your school. After you guys have been there for a week if you don’t cause trouble you two can visit each other whenever there is no school.”
This might actually be nice, I get to go to a school that specializes in hockey. Hockey is my world. My dad left seven years ago when I was eight. You’d think that now I being fifteen would have gotten over it but hockey was our thing. I play for myself now but I used to play thinking that my dad would come back. It was wishful thinking I know.
“Okay, but we have to go clothes shopping before my flight. I don’t want to look like a freak.” My mom and brother were staring at me open mouthed. They were probably expecting an explosion but I realized getting away would be nice. “But mom, where are these schools,” I added curiosity taking control.
“Oh that,” she said her voice gained enthusiasm. “The schools are in some place in Europe, I think they might be in England.” Holy Crap! I’ve never been out of Canada let alone going to a school in the only country that I’ve genuinely wanted to go to.
“Mom?” I said slowly. Watching her expression going from excitement to worry.
“Yes?”
“I’m kind of mad at you for not telling me and making me leave my friends, but, thank you.” I smiled letting excitement take over. Jumping up I hugged her and Allen tightly. “Well I think it’s time to go get some clothes, and have some celebratory dinner.”
“Okay but when we get back we need to pack.”
Dinner was fun; we talked about how we were excited to go to England. Allen and I were taking the same plane to England then we were getting picked up by cars from our schools. Mom said that she was buying a house in London, England, and that would be our ‘home base.’ Her new job made her travel all over Europe which is why we are going to boarding schools.
When we got home we all started packing, Allen and I were packing what we needed for school and mom was packing everything else to be shipped later. Her plane was going in a week so she could sell the house and get everything.
I packed clothes, mementos, and photos. Apparently all my gear would be bought for me. This school is so a rich kid school, which makes me wonder how I got in. Darkness slowly consumed me as I fell asleep thinking.
