"Meg! You have school today, get up, and get ready so we can meet your headmistress on time!"
Megan slowly awoke and crawled out of her bed, before pulling out a pair of denim jeans, a cropped white top with hung off her shoulders perfectly, and her black converse, and with that, she threw herself into the shower.
After half 'n 'hour, Megan had applied the smallest amount of make-up to bring out light green eyes, and had also gotten changed.
'Now, what to do with this. .' she thought as she glanced at her longish, wavy brown hair.
In the end, her hair was tied back into a high ponytail with a side fringe.
*Megan's POV*
The car journey was the longest in my whole living life; I suppose it doesn't help when you have a psychotic mother who is convinced that going to a boarding school is generally better than being home-schooled.
I highly doubt that, seaming as I have always been home-schooled ever since I was old enough to go to school, so I'm sure you could imagine the horror I was faced with when I was told about all this, starting in year 10, in 'The Swadnorth Boarding school'
Firstly, it sounds dork-ish.
I mean, 'Swadnorth', what going on with that!
And don't even get me started on the 'Boarding' part…just no...
"Look at how cute this place looks hunny!" My mother practically screamed with delight as we pulled up to the school.
Funny, cute is not what I would have used to describe this place.
No, not even close.
It was weird, it actually had trees, playgrounds and building….it was almost…normal.
This place smells funny, and I should know, I've been sitting here waiting for Mrs Millreys for the past half 'n' hour.
"Mum, she isn't coming, we should just lea-"
And guess who magically appeared...
Mrs bloody Millreys.
Bugger.
There goes my escape plan...
