The Light Within Us

THIS IS IT

I sat down on the wooden floor surrounded by open boxes, sweat trickled down my forehead as the sun shone brightly through my sliding doors.

I had just relocated with my mum and my older brother to England. My parents were divorced. When I was six years old, my Dad was a drunk and he was too violent to have around.
Eight years later, my dad found us and began stalking us, so my mum filed a restraining order against him and now we live in Milton Keynes.

'Desirae!' My older brother Olujimi exclaimed.
'Yeah?' I responded.
'Mum said that you should get ready because we are going to check out our new school.' He told me.
'Okay, I'm coming.' I confirmed.

After about ten minutes, I found my oversized burgundy hoodie, a pair of straight, blue jeans and I packed my dark curly hair into a bun.

On the way down the stairs, I overheard my brother Jimi talking to his friend Kayode on the phone. I liked Kayode a lot, he is so funny and he believes that you should always have a good time.

I hopped into my mum's wine Land Rover Discovery and strapped my seatbelt around me. We pulled out of the driveway and started the journey.

'So Mum, what is the name of our new school?' I asked.
'Ravenwood Secondary School.' My mum told me.
'I've heard of that school before.' Jimi chimed in.
'One of the best schools in the country, and I am sure you are going to enjoy your time there.' She assured us.

When we arrived, the school looked very different from how I had imagined it.The red-brick school was set in ten acres of woodland. It was a tall, imposing building and it's numerous towers made it look like a fortress. It was huge and luxurious, with it's tall arched windows framed with elegant shutters.
We got down from the car and walked through the huge, oak doors at the entrance of the school.

'Good evening, Madam, ' a tall and slender woman greeted my mum 'You must be Mrs. Bell.' the woman stated holding out her hand to shake my mother's.
'Yes, that is correct.' my mum confirmed.
'Please follow me.' the woman said.

The woman led us into a rectangular room, with a shelf bombarded with trophies and plaques of all sorts. She motioned for us to take a seat on the black chairs in her office.

She sat in front of a desktop computer and was going through some things in her drawer when her face lit up. She brought out two folders, one was blue and the other was red. The red one had my name on it and the blue one had Jimi's name on it.

While I was wondering what this meant her booming voice interrupted my thoughts.

'Two scholars.' she smiled.
'What does that mean?' I asked shyly.
'Well, when you applied to school here, we asked your old school to send in your portfolio based on the things you have achieved during your time there, and I must say that you and your brother are very bright children.' she concluded.
'Thank you, Ms...'
'Privett' she told me.
'Thank you, Ms. Privett ' I replied.

After about an hour, of my mum and Ms. Privett talking about fees and whatnot. She showed us around the school, I picked up my timetable and locker code and Jimi did the same after we went to pick up our uniform.

On the way home, my mum explained to us why we were scholars. Jimi was a scholar because of his achievements in football and I was a scholar because of my achievements in performing arts.

We got home in about twenty-five minutes and we ate dinner and got ready for bed. I closed my curtains, climbed into bed and fell fast asleep.