Livin' It Classy: School Life

Chapter 1

“Miss Harriett, you should now start packing.” Cornelia, the nanny, said while peeking to the door. I grunted and rolled my eyes. I live in the U.S. How on earth can I travel to the other side of the world? I pretty much just grabbed clothes from my closet and dumped them to my Louis Vuitton suit case. My Dad bought them for me to cheer me up. Bribing works for me. 

I dressed up as comfortable as possible. Furry boots, cotton long sleeved tee, a purple knitted grandpa sweater from Paris and a schoolgirl skirt and pink tights. Too much you say? It’s not. It’s a good way to look glam and comfy at the same time! Anyways, I took my first class tickets, my passports and my allowance (Debit Card) from my bed, zipped up my suit case and my carry-ons and headed down stairs. The butler carried my luggage and my carry-on bags. Outside, the black limo was parked in front of the main door. Then the butler opened the door for me. Of course I went in. 

 Inside the limousine, there were lots of sweets, chips and juice boxes. I reached out and grabbed a couple of Tootsie Rolls and barged them into my mouth. The butler outside slammed the door shut. When the driver started the car, I scrolled down the car window and waved goodbye to the butlers and maids. I felt my phone vibrating on my skirt pocket. I saw Mom calling and answered the phone

“Hey Mom,” I said

“Are you alright darling?” Mom said in her Not-Phony-British-Accent.

“I’m okay mom.” I lied.

“Okay, Hun, I’m hanging up. The show’s starting. Bye” Mom said then she hung up. I sighed.

After the traveling this and that’s. I reached the torture school. Oh goodness, the school looked so vintage. Vines growing in brick walls, yuck. Wait till you see their uniforms, it’s so like living in Hogwarts. The driver dropped me off leaving my LV suit case behind me then it quickly left. It was the worst sunny morning ever.

Three strange looking girls my age were walking towards me.

“Hello, I’m the head girl.” The tallest girl said stiffly in her Brit accent.

“Hi?” I said which sounded more of a question. The head girl sounded bossy.

“I’m the head girl, shake my hand.” She said that, and then she pulled my hand, squeezing it tightly. I pulled my hand out.

“For your information Little-Miss-Head-Girl, You won’t earn my respect if you talk so rudely,” I answered and waved my index finger. She put my finger down.

“I never earn American’s respect, because basically they don’t respect themselves.” She said with pride.

“How dare you say that? You don’t even know who we are. And I bet you’ve never been to America.” I said it in her face. IN YOUR FACE! She fell silent.

“Lynetta, let’s go we have lots of important things to do than meeting snotty Americans,” The other girl said to Lynetta who was the head girl. I rolled my eyes. I picked up my baggages and went to the girls’ dormitory, which was on the second floor. I saw a long hallway of doors which were the dorm rooms were supposed to be. A brit girl went out of a room. And then I heard a sharp scream.

“Oh my god! Aren’t you the daughter of ‘The Elizabeth Rose’?” The girl poked me. “I’d be more than happy if you could stay in my room!”

“Your  room? You mean, you got the room all yours?” I said.

“Of course!” The girl said. I smiled.

“I’d love to!” I said and went inside the room. The room was as big as dad’s penthouse in New York. Two beds lay on each corner of the room. It was gorgeous and clean. The floral patterned wallpaper looked like as if they were just put up now.

“How come you’re all alone here?” I asked.

“My mum told the headmistress to part me from the other girls.” She said. “Let’s not chat about that, shall we?”

“Sorry. I didn’t get your name,” I said

“Erica Birmingham,” She smiled

“Harriett Rose,” I said back.

“The head girl, Lynetta, does she always act like that?” I asked

Erica wrinkled her slender, freckled nose. “She always does! For god’s sake,” She exhaled. “Hey, do have your uniform?”

“Uniform?” I yelped. “You guys wear uniforms? Eww!”  I shuddered at that thought.

“You have no choice though,” Erica shrugged. She walked towards her closet and picked out the ‘uniform’. It had a navy blue sweater vest, a navy blue short ruffled skirt, a white long sleeved blouse and grey tights or a navy blue knitted jumper and a blazer with the school logo.

Not bad, I thought and nodded.

“Cool huh?” Erica said.

“You bet,” I laughed