Anti-Academy

Connections

Note:
New Characters
Zenobia (Zen-O-Bee-Uh)= Bia (Bee-Uh)
Zifarah (Z-fair-uh)= Farah (Fair-uh)
Ezlyn (Esz-Lin)= Ez (Esz)
Noelle (Noel)= Elle (L)
Roewen (Row-in) = Roe (Row)

This is just a draft, let me know what you think. I'm working on a new device so if there are errors I apologize, It's been so long since I've posted I'm a little out of sorts. Hope all of you are being safe and staying healthy!! Enjoy the new chapter!!
~ Bookworm7216 ~

Sang POV

Gabe is working on the finishing touches around the room, while the rest of the group linger awkwardly in the living and kitchen area. No one actually wants to say goodbye.

Even though this is exactly what I asked for, I am finding it hard; letting go and starting fresh.
What if no one here likes me?
What if I can't keep up?
How will I know what to say?
This was a completely horrid idea. What ever was I thinking. There is no way I can do this. I am not even remotely able to keep up with social norms much less the academics required by the standards of the school. I haven't been to a real school. I hardly ever met people and those I did meet were certainly not my own age. Now I signed myself up to stay in a facility filled with people!

As if he can sense the rising panic below my skin, Max's soft hands gently pull my face up to meet his.
"Whatever is going through that head of yours can stop now. You can do this Sang. I have never known anyone who is more capable than you." He takes a deep breath. "You are going to blow everyone away. I wish I could see their faces when their first impression of you gets smashed to pieces."

A gruff cough comes from behind me, "We aren't lingering because we don't think you can do this. We are lingering because we only just got you back and don't want to say goodbye yet." Sergio looks down at his feet like he really wished he hadn't said that.

Smiling brightly I nod my head at Max. He lets me go so that I can turn around and try to wrap my tiny arms around Sergio's huge body. It only takes a second before I find my self raised in the air for a proper hug. My arms wrapping around his neck now I whisper softly for only him to hear. "You'll never have to say goodbye to me again or ever let me go. I just found you too and I already know I love you so much."

I didn't realize how hard saying good bye would be even after that conversation. But watching as they drive off has tears flowing down my cheeks. My heart feels heavy but not sad. I'm not sure what this feeling is.

"Ma'am. You should be returning to your room now. They wouldn't like you standing out in the open here. They wouldn't want you to put yourself at risk just to watch them drive away."

Nodding I quickly turn and head for the door to climb the stairs for my upper floor. My suites on the fourth floor. I can't wait to meet the four roommates. Hopefully it turns out well.

Wishful thinking is good right?

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

It's so quiet here now that everyone is gone. No one actually wanted to say goodbye but everything had already been unpacked. Gabe did his job a little too well, there wasn't any reason for them to hang around any longer than necessary and because the campus has such strict rules about visitors they had no choice but to leave early.
That's why I find myself overwhelmed with the silence of the dorm as well as the neverending thoughts and doubts. Her voice is just a little too loud when it's quiet. You can't erase years of criticism over a span of months.

To distract myself from the oppressive thoughts I decided to bake. Thanks to North and Luke I have plenty of groceries to choose from. Almost all of it is North approved, except for the bag of chocolate chips, Luke's pancake recipe and a bottle of 'Uncles' homemade syrup from the diner. Shooting a quick text to them both to thank them for their help; I decide to get started on meal prepping for the week. Starting with breakfast I make several different kinds of muffins and breakfast bars (a North recipe). Moving on to meal prepping for lunch and dinner, starting the process for several meals for the giant crockpot that Uncle gifted me. Creating the snacks and desserts are the most fun though. By the time I pull out the last of the brownies and cookies and finish the last of the clean up four and a half  hours have past and I hear the front door.