The Elite

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

            Have you ever been so afraid that you wouldn't fit into the world that has been presented before you? That at any moment your world will come crashing down due to the fact you were different from the majority. These questions plagued my mind as I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't contemplate how I would get through my final year of high school in this academy. Though I've tried the homeschool option my mother thought I was becoming anti-social so to finish my sophomore year she had me enrolled in a prep school in Palo Alto, California. I liked the people there, but when my junior year came to a close my father said he was opening up a new branch of his company in New York, and we would move back to where I was born, Nantucket, Massachusetts.

            So this is where the nerves came in, I left Nantucket when I was around 7 years old and though there are some things I do remember there are other things quite foreign. I remember having grown up on one of the wealthiest and most beautiful islands off the coast of Massachusetts. That sweet Atlantic breeze that use to caress my face was merely a memory now along with my old best friends that lived in Nantucket with me then. I remembered all of their faces, each and every one. Though 10 years had gone by it felt like it was just yesterday. For the life of me I couldn't remember any of their names, but I wondered if they were all still here.

            Continuing to look at myself in the mirror I studied myself, my hazel colored eyes searching for something within me. My hair was a lite brown color and fell to my shoulders and my skin was a nice golden shade thanks to that California sun. My lips a nice plump pink and I was a good 5'5.  I always knew that I was pretty, but I never thought of it with any importance. As I walked to my jewelry box I opened the wooden lid with the flower crest on the top and took out my beautiful gold necklace that had an E crest on it. I always asked my mother when I was little why the necklace had an E on it since my name was Caroline Ivy Hamilton, but her response never answered any of my questions, simply it fed my curiosity and her final answer to me was that the E would be important one day.

“Caroline the car is ready to take you to school, honey."

I looked at my grandmother and smiled at her beautiful soft featured face.

"Alright Grandmother, I'll be right there thank you."

            Walking downstairs I saw my mother’s frail body lay on the couch, though when she saw me her head cocked up happily. Her features were that of a little petite girl, and her beauty was immaculate. Everyone said I was an exact replica of my mother, but sometimes I just never saw it.

“Caroline you look beautiful. Oh, I wish your father was here to see this.”

As my mother said this, she looked away almost in a trance. I hated my father for the fact that he wasn’t here, not for me but for my mother.

“Patricia, you know he would be here if he could.”

My grandmother said, trying to reassure my mother of my dear father’s love. I grabbed my mother’s hand rather lightly as not to startle her.

“Mom, Nanny is right, but you both are here and that’s all I need.”

She looked into my eyes searching for the truth.

“Well are you hungry? Your grandmother cooked a wonderful breakfast.”

“To be honest I’m not really hungry, I think the nerves are getting to me.”

“Honey what have you to be nervous about?”

“Mom I haven’t been back here in years. The friends I use to have probably won’t even know who I am. I just don’t think I fit in here anymore.”

My grandmother was looking at me with a look I couldn’t comprehend.

“You are a Hamilton child. This is your home do you understand?”

Taken aback I mumbled a yes. Grabbing my purse and my tote bag I walked out the kitchen. I heard my mothers’ lite footsteps behind me.

“She’s right you know, you will never feel out of place here. This is your home, it always has been.”

“Alright.”

“I love you.”

“I know Mom. I love you too.”

            Opening the door I walked out to the black sleek car and I took one last longing look at my mother.

“Ms. We are going to be late.”

“I’m sorry Donald, we can go.”

I got into the black Mercedes we began to drive towards The Academy.