Number One Rule

Chapter 3

I wake up the next morning, and for a total of two seconds, it's the calm before the storm. Then all at once I remember last night, the party, Zayn, my Dad... I fell asleep trying to listen in on my parent's conversation. For such loud mouths, they can sure talk quiet when they want to.
I make my way to the kitchen and pull out a bowl of cereal. Everything in the house is clean and set perfectly... A little too perfectly. For the most part my parents don't bother with re-organizing everything because they know I'll just trash it again.
I'm four or five bites into my cereal when my Mom walks in and sits down across from me. Sits down. With me. No rushing, no nagging, just sitting.
"Good morning honey." She says way too cheerfully.
"Hi..." I say back.
"You know that I hate drugs of any sort right? Whether it be pills, smoking, snorting-" There it is.
"Mom I don't snort anything," I cut her off. "I'm a high schooler not a convict."
"I know sweetie I know." She says, again too pleasantly.
When I finish my cereal she looks at me with a hurt smile.
"What, Mom? You're acting weird..." I say
"Nothing sweetie... You ready to go?"
What? Go where? Just as i'm convinced she's going crazy I turn to see Dad standing in the door with two suitcases that look like they might pop from being stuffed so full.
"I know how you love your clothes, so I packed you as many as I could." He's smiling too. What in the hell is going on right now? My eyes flash back and forth between my parents.
"Ok... Is somebody going to tell me what the fuck is going on?" I ask.
"Oh Cassidy please don't use that language," my mom says and looks at my Dad.
"Last night," he says, and my heart drops. I was stupid to think they were over it. Are they sending me somewhere? Grandmas? A drug convention?
"I told you I was done." My Dad continues.
"Now brush your teeth and get changed, we want to leave by one." He turns and goes out the front door. I can hear him packing my things into the car, but I still don't know why.
"Mom. What.. What's going on where am I going?" I question angrily. Nobody is telling me anything and it's pissing me off.
Mom sighs. "Cassidy honey, it's called Emma Hawkins, and it's kind of a fancy place so darling would you please change out of that ratty tee shirt and brush your hair."
"Emma what?" I ask.
"Emma Hawkins Cassidy. We're taking you to Emma Hawkins boarding school for young women."