"Dwayne, you'll be getting a chance to start over again and make friends. Plus, that girl who just moved into the house next door goes to school there. What's her name again? Rose...no. Rachel?" My mother began to go through every name in the world that began with the letter 'R'.
"Rosalie," I informed her in a very monotone voice.
My mom stood up from the edge of my bed and walked over to the open door. "Well, dinner is in twenty minutes. Begin packing; we're leaving early tomorrow morning," she informed me before closing the door quietly.
A chance to start over again. That sounds nice.
Who cares? At least at public school I could come home afterwards and get away from all of them. But at Braidenton, I'm gunna be with the same people. Everyday. 24/7.
That couldn't be that bad. I'm sure a lot of them are pretty cool people.
Have you seen the clothes they wear? They're complete preps! Who are you anyway?
The voice inside your head. Better known as your conscious.
Well, get out!
Alright, alright. Cool your jets.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out in a sigh. The only reason I agreed to go to this stupid boarding school was because everyone who graduated ended up doing whatever he or she wanted to. One of my role model pilots attended and so did many Senators and a couple Vice Presidents. It would be a good start if I wanted to go to flight school.
With yet another sigh, I swung my feet over the side of my bed and dragged myself off of my bed. A suitcase and a duffel bag were lying in the middle of my and my uncle Frank's nearly spotless room; the only other things dirtying it were a few books on my dresser. I wasn't exactly like all the other guys in my school. I preferred reading instead of socializing. I didn't play sports. And I had never been on a date. And my parents wondered why I was always staying home on weekends.
I walked over to my bookshelf and began scanning the titles. After about five minutes, I had chucked about 15 books into the duffel bag. I filled the remaining room with random posters and other decorative junk. Hey, I might be forced to room with some preps, but I'm gunna make sure I actually like my part of the room.
It took me another 10 minutes to pack all my clothes which wasn't much, and by then I could smell the aroma of pot roast and potatoes. Well, at least my last dinner here was going to be good.