uniform ↠ h.s ON HOLD

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i know the picture doesn't look like it's from the 1940's but just imagine it is okay? and i realize this chapter is pretty boring i just suck at starting stories and i promise it'll get better soon. just bare with me, next chapter is going to be better.

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The snow fell in small flakes against the clear window of the black taxi that whipped down the poorly paved cement. The heat was spilling in through the small vents littered around the interior and the driver rarely turned back around to take a glance at me.

I stared out the window as cool air manipulated the naked branches of trees back and forth. The edge of the the iced over lake to my right glimmered beautifully under the dim rising sun.

"Just up ahead darling, nearly there." My driver spoke of a strong English accent and I nodded, staring down at my cold hands in my lap. I twiddled my fingers around, intertwining them with each other as the car made a sharp turn.

I quickly looked up, eyes glued to the large building up ahead. It looked similar to my old school, possibly a bit larger with an extra floor or so and a few more dorm portables.

When the car approached the gates, they scanned the vehicle and slowly began to open. Driving in, he stopped the car at the edge of the dirt path that lead towards the front entrance and stepped out on his side.

I gathered my jacket, pulling it up my shoulders a bit more and buttoning up the thick furry material as the driver kindly opened my door for me, lending a hand for me to grab onto.

I muttered a quick 'thank you' as I grasped onto his larger hand, sliding out the side of the taxi, my feet crunched loudly against the thin layer of snow.

I opened up my bag, reaching in for the money my father had given me before leaving the house and handing it all to the man. He grabed on to the coins and the crisp five pounds before nodding and wishing me a good school year.

"Have a lovely night, sir." I said as I walked up the faintly covered path, my black boots with square heels clicking foreignly against the new ground until I was up at the front door.

Nobody was outside except for a few other young girls that followed behind me. I held the large brown door open for them and they grabbed on, thanking me and following inside.

They quickly passed by me and I immediately assumed that it wasn't their first year here. I threw my satchel over my shoulder, looking up at the high pillared ceilings and dark brown wood interior.

It was beautiful in there, but you could definitely tell that the building was much older and had been there several years.

I continued to walk around aimlessly, taking small steps that lead me basically nowhere. I was shocked when a small hand pressed against my shoulder and I spun around to be greeted by a small frame.

She had large twinkling blue eyes, framed thickly with black lenses, a big smile covering her face. "Hello, I'm Louise." She said and extended her hand. "Are you new here?" she questioned and I nodded shyly.

"I'm Elizabeth," I said to her, my hand shaking hers vigorously. "Is it really that obvious?," I giggled and she shrugged.

"Do you have a schedule on you?" she asked me and I nodded again, reaching my hand into my brown pleather bag and feeling around for the sheet of paper.

When I finally found it, I grabbed on to it and handed it to her. "Your dorm is right outside, the same portable as me." She said as she read the writing on my schedule. She then grabbed my hand, leading me towards the door and outside.

A cool gust of winter air smacked me the instant the doors opened, my hair flying behind my back as I squinted my eyes simultaneously. The air was freezing, pinching my slightly exposed neck as we walked towards the portable at a fast pace.

When we got there, Louise pushed open the tall brown door and walked through. The first thing I saw was a few girls sitting around in the center of the lounge, the fireplace lit as they all giggled and made conversation.

For the most part, everyone here seemed to get along well and I hoped it wouldn't be too hard making friends. As Louise inspected my paper a bit longer, I scanned around the room that resembled a large cabin.

Nobody really payed any mind as I randomly checked everything out as if I'd never seen anything like it. I came from a wealthy father, but this seemed quite luxurious for a simple boarding school. My father always told me that he would only give me the best in life, but this seemed posh beyond belief.

I was too caught up in thought to even remember what was happening, and I was immediately snapped back to reality when Louise waved her arms around before me. "Elizabeth?" She spoke loudly, her eyes large and magnetized behind the thick glass.

"Sorry," I whispered, "Guess I just got caught up in thought." I stated truthfully. She smiled and shrugged it off before twitching her head to the side. I followed where her neck was craned and she began walking down the narrow hall to the left.

Her legs were much longer than my own and I found it difficult keeping up with her, but I managed either way. She took quick turns that lead to other miniscule hallways. I assumed we were there when she quickly halted her movement, sighing and moving out of the way.

"Heres your dorm," She huffed out, politely opening the door for me. I smiled and walked before her, noticing that the room was empty. I was quite content but I knew it wasn't gonna be this way for long.

"Does it say who my roomates will be?" She took a quick look back down at my schedule in her hand and shook her head slowly.

"Doesn't look like it, sorry." She stated and I just shrugged, running my hands through my brown hair. I let out a heavy breath as I walked over to one of the beds. There was only two, which was a good sign.

At the foot of each one was a tall brown door which I assumed led to individual closets. The school supplied all the clothing we needed, several uniforms, sleep wear. The only things we were required to bring was our own undergarments.

Louise showed me what we had to wear for certain different school events. For regular day classes, we had casual uniforms which looked much like my previous ones. They consisted of a plain white collared shirt with a small black logo on the upper right corner with a matching black pleated skirt that reached about three inches above the knee.

There were different styles of the top, in black and white shades. Some were longer sleeved for the colder months with pearly buttons leading up the the neck. Others were cut short, but always collared to seem classy and still be suitable for school.

For sleep wear we had the matching style. There were plenties of white tops, short sleeved and long sleeved in a long john material that felt soft and plushy when I ran my hands over them. They came with the same black coloured bottoms, shorts and pants. Strictly for inside dorm rooms.

When Louise was finished explaining to me what the clothing meant, she guided me to the public restroom of the portable. It was large, nearly two times my dorm room alone with cubicles lining up one side of the wall, showers with stained glass doors lining the opposite.

Near the front door of the bathroom was about ten sinks, all next to each other. It was very high maintenance and I wasn't quite sure why my father found the need to send me here, off all places. I knew myself that my grades were terrible and there was literally no other place where the teachers could improve my learning.

I was awful at nearly every subject expect for English and French, since I fluently spoke both languages. Other than those two courses, I failed. I had guessed he sent me here because he assumed such a rich place would help me with grades and improving my intelligence, but I doubted that highly.

Just because the place was so posh and seemed to spend lots of money, that didn't mean they'd all be smart. Money doesn't make the brain grow, that's what my mother had always told me when I was a young girl. She said that with all the money in the world, you could still be the most brain dead human there was.

Okay, maybe that didn't have anything to do with this place, but I didn't know what to believe. You could tell the establishment wasn't new, but it had been renovated enough to tell that it wasn't just some cheap boarding school for the poor.

They must've had enough money to hire the smartest people they could get, but my mothers voice kept ringing along in my ears. "Money isn't everything, Elizabeth." she whispered soothingly to me.