Not Always Blood

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To say I was a little bit nervous for high school was an understatement. I was five seconds from peeing myself nervous as I stared out of the back seat window. But no one had to know that. I tried shaking my head to shake away the nerves, but in the end I probably just looked stupid so I stopped myself before I could embarrass myself further from what my parents and the outside world had already seen.

My parents gave each other a look aka the look every time they see my face and that was when my nerves decreased. Some teens are sent to boarding school as punishment or their forced to go there. Not me. I was in the ten percent that wanted to go to boarding school. I didn't care which boarding school as long as it was a boarding school. I don't hate my parents and they were never abusive or anything; most would say I had a good childhood; an easy one. But my parents and I don't click. As in constantly screaming at each other. I'm not fond of them and they're not fond of me and it's as simple as that. 

As I stretched my legs I glanced around the place. Several other kids and adults were struggling with suitcases and overstuffed duffel bags. I immediately pulled my sunglasses over my eyes because the California sun is definitely not forgiving. When I told my parents I wanted to go to boarding school I thought they would send me to a normal i don't know school. This place was more like a freaking castle and god knows how many more buildings were on the campus. It reminded me of Hogwarts and I've never picked up a Harry Potter book or movie in my life. That's how extra this placed looked and that was when I knew my parents were paying big bucks to keep me here. 

"Okay Keira, that's all." My dad huffed as he put down my last duffel bag on my bed. My room was a good size with a nice bathroom and two twin size beds. My roommate had yet to show which meant i got to pick which bed i wanted and I had no issues with picking.

"Thanks." Most new students' parents would help them unpack their bags or walk around the campus with them on the dropping off day. Not mine. Seconds later my parents had left with not an "I love you" or a "We'll miss you" out of their mouths. The hugs and kisses were absent to. While other freshman we're touring Radar Academy and eating lunch with their families I unpacked in my room singing along with a mix of Ed Sheeran and Shawn Mendes and that was perfectly okay.

I was in the middle of singing my rendition of 'Shape of You' when the door burst open and a girl with red hair stumbled into my room. I stopped mid hair flip and glanced up at the girl who was also panting. I immediately dropped my brush and casually jumped off of my bed.

"Room 224?" She asked as I slowly made my way to my laptop. I nodded and slapped it shut while she stood up straight and stopped leaning on the door. "Room 224. I like your music." I smiled as she plopped herself and her three duffle bags down on the bed opposite mine.

"I'm guessing your my roommate?" I asked with raised eyebrows as she slid off her checkered vans.

"Hannah Frazier's the name. Han is what my friends call me."

"Keira Johnson, Kay for short." She smirked as she leaned forward and placed her chin in her hands while her elbows rested on her knees. I watched as she looked around my half unpacked side of the room.

"So Kay Kay, tell me why you're so far unpacked?" I leaned back onto the wall behind me as I studied the girl in fornt of me who was already asking to many questions. 

"My parents are shit. What about you?" Suddenly her smirk was replaced with a toothy grin and she sat up straight.

"Hey! That rhymed. Was that planned?" I thought back over my words it definitely didn't rhyme.

"Uh Han-"

"Oh look at the time," Hannah pointed to her invisble watch on her wrist, "The dinner bell is a calling." She grabbed my wrist and pulled me out the door. We have a dinner bell?