Prologue: Returning To What I Knew
Sitting on the couch, arguing with my sister on the philosophy of Doctor Who, the phone rings. I pause, and stare at her. The picture-perfect Sunday afternoon.
鈥淚s it Olivia?鈥?I ask, shrugging. Olivia had called twice during the day, and we never called back.
鈥淏loody hell, will you get that?鈥?I ask, irritated that the ringing is blocking the sound on the telly.
鈥淔ine, fine.鈥?She saunters to the kitchen, where the telephone resides. Finally the ringing stops.
鈥淗mm... Oh yeah? Thanks... Right then. I鈥檒l inform her. Yeah. G鈥檅ye鈥?I hear the short, monosyllabic conversation between my sister and the person on the other end. A pause follows the goodbye, as if she was in shock. I cock my head, awaiting for something to happen, for her to return to the discussion.
鈥淛ules, St. Katy鈥檚 called. You got in. They want to give you a scholarship. You鈥檙e going back.鈥?She says, all la-di-da, as if getting into the most prestigious school in England was an everyday thing. I looked down at the floor.
鈥淭hanks, Violet. Thanks a lot.鈥?
Chapter 1:Only A Fool Would Know
The bus smells. Like crap covered in truffle oil and cauliflower. My ankle is swelling up; I hit the back of it to the edge of the stone stairs that go up to my flat鈥檚 door. It鈥檚 all bloody and disgusting. I鈥檓 sweating like a pig. September, and the temperature is 34 degrees Celsius. I鈥檓 probably going to have to drench my cello when we get there. I just bloody hope that there鈥檚 a decent loo in the room.
I look out the window, suddenly smeared and cloudy with breath, and see endless countryside. I block out the sputtering of the engine and the chatter of the other students and I look, not really seeing anything. Just looking.
An hour passes. Two hours. Three. I鈥檓 asleep when the bus finally stops. My whole body lurches forward when we get there, so I wake up. I take my bag from above me, and I try to avoid the rush of adolescents squishing my pelvis onto the top edge of one of the seats. I groan in annoyance, as I鈥檓 the last one to get off. I roll my eyes as I see that the only bags left are a bright yellow roll-on bag and a cello case. Both mine. I take them, and sigh in exasperation.
As I鈥檓 dragging my tall, lanky body around, I鈥檓 also following some people going to some picnic tables spread out across the asphalt near the road. I sit down next to a girl who takes one look at my clothes and scoffs. I look down at myself. My clothes are decent, a bit tomboyish maybe, seeing as it鈥檚 an I am an Orangutan shirt and some blue jeans. I let out a mirthless chuckle as I finally look at what she鈥檚 wearing. She鈥檚 wearing some idiotic boots that look so crudely made; they look like handmade Eskimo boots. She鈥檚 also wearing a plaid pink skirt, which is abnormally out of order, plaid is never pink. I won鈥檛 bother looking at her shirt, I鈥檓 sure that it鈥檚 abhorrent. I perk up when the lady on the stage in front of all the picnic tables, (she鈥檚 been droning on and on for a while) says my name. She lists a number, probably my room, and a short welcome speech. I memorize the number, 194.
After about half an hour, the lady鈥檚 done, and I鈥檓 standing in front of my room. Arguing.
鈥淟ook, will you please let me into my room? I鈥檓 exhausted, and I鈥檝e had a bloody long day!鈥?I whine.
鈥淪ince when does a girl have rights to be in my room?鈥?asks the person I鈥檓 arguing with, a tall, John Travolta-esque boy, who鈥檚 looking at me like a fox would look at a plump chicken. Suddenly another tall boy blocks the light and casts me into shadow.
鈥淥i, lemme through. I鈥檓 bloody out of it.鈥?He says, completely ignoring me. I scowl and elbow him. Don't expect this to be perfect 'cause I'm an adult. I'm only twleve, mind. ur 12? w vocab like this u must b a leap year baby If you think anyones can be @rsed to read that then your off your head! i guess its ok....
go for it.
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