Within the Walls of Kingsbury Prep (Kingsbury Prep #1)

7: The Comprimised Ankle of a Dancer

The other night with mum was really helpful. I told her everything. I told her all about my run-ins with Roman and Charity, to which she reminded me that sometimes the meanest people are the ones with the biggest secrets and that we never know what other are going through. I told her how I've been enjoying my classes so far and all about my amazing new friends. I know she has her own problems going on but she always puts them aside to make sure I'm happy. I really admire that about her. I do wish she wouldn't keep everything she's feeling inside, I know she thinks she's protecting me but I do worry about her. As much as I want to be happy, I want her to be happy too. I hope things get easier for her however unlikely that is being employed by Brian Foundry.

  These past few days I've tried my best to ignore all the whisperings and the death glares and focus on my education: the sole reason why I'm here in the first place. It was difficult when Charles Preston, Lola's brother and Roman's little lap dog, decided to trip me in the lunch queue, my lasagne covering me head to toe. It was difficult when Charity spread rumours about me and why my dad supposedly left me, as well as 'recreating' our fight with her evil sidekick Lucy Pepperton. It was difficult dealing with Roman's smug face whenever I got a question wrong in class and his snickers whenever I got one right, you know me 'teacher's pet'. But despite all that I've tried to enjoy the past few days as much as I can. I've had a mix of lessons and a rather unusual mix of teachers.

Professor Winthrop, Science, a bony woman with a crooked nose and beady little eyes. Her thin hair always in a grey streaked bun on top of her head, small framed glasses perched on the end of her nose. She's always dressed in long dark skirts and old knit cardigans. She has the voice of someone who has smoked since birth, the death glare of a predator and the kindness of Lord Voldemort, so none.

  My French teacher, Professor Delannoy is a petite blonde with kind eyes and a caring smile. She is as lovely as she looks though she will not hesitate to give you a detention for the slightest of disruptions.

  Professor Hawthorne who teaches History of Western Philosophy has large glasses, slight stubble on his chin and rather messy brown hair. He wears a different vest every day to match whatever we're learning about, it's adorable. He knows how to make a seemingly boring subject fun and entertaining and I love that about him.

  And of course, we all know Professor Montgomery. Can you sense the eye roll? I didn't think I'd enjoy Math that much to begin with but it's even worse having him as a teacher. He spends most of the lesson lecturing us rather than actually teaching us and he's one of those who puts his arm round the back of your chair when you ask for help. He's just plain creepy.

Today is Friday, by the end of today I will have officially completed my first week at Kingsbury Prep. I've been excited for today all week because it's my first Dance lesson and I have a chance to redeem myself with Professor Sharma in English this afternoon. Today is the first day that I have been awake and dressed before the girls. They were shocked when they came to drag me out of bed and I was sat there fully dressed reading my Dance History: An Introduction textbook.

  "Am I still dreaming? Is Millie actually awake before us? Oh my god she's dressed too, are you feeling okay?" Harley gasps. She's been coming out of her shell recently and for that I'm really proud.

  "Ha ha, have you forgot what today is?"

  "Oh, our first dance lesson, no wonder you're excited," Lola sits on the edge of my bed.

  "No wasting time, get ready girls," I smirk at them.

  "Wow she's bossy in the morning." I throw a pillow at Georgina and she sticks her tongue out at me.