Olive
How was Olive's day? Just great. Detention again, of course.
'Why?' Her techer, Mrs Roger asked. This was her usual response after
Olive messed up in class. Roger acted as if she was generaly concerned
about Olive's education. Olive was a straight A student. She could
name every element on the periodic table, recite every multiplication
problem up to the 50s and even name all of the Greek Gods, including
the minor ones. Of course Mrs Roger wasn't concerned about her
education.
'I don't know why.' She replied to her teacher. Why does anyone throw
mud at bullies? Because they feel like it? Of course not. She did it
because the bitch was provoking her. Why else?
'It's not good enough. You're in year 6. The younger students look up
to you. You need to be a good roll model for them.' Mrs Roger gave her
the usual lecture before letting Olive's mother take her home for the
year early.
Holiday primary was a boarding school. They loved having Olive there,
being one of the smartest people of her age but she seemed to cause
too much trouble. At least this year she only got kicked out at the
end of the year. She usually has to start at a new school half way
through the year because she couldn't miss half a year of school
because she got kicked out at an inconvenient time. Not that it would
effect her grades if she missed out on half of her school life.
'Why do you do it Olive?' Her mother asked her half way home. She knew
Jenny wasn't her real mother. Jenny hadn't admitted it yet but Olive
could tell she was adopted.
'I can't help it mum. I just lose my temper quick.' She replied. She
didn't know what else to say. It was true though. She did have a
horrible temper.
"I've found you a new school. It's more of a camp though. Your father
wanted you to go there before he left." Jenny cursed to herself.
Before her father left? Micheal hadn't gone anywhere. She must have
meant Olives real father. That Just proved Olive's theory.
Olive's heart sank. Jenny knew she would get expeled so she had
already aranged for a new school to take her in. "It's more like a
camp." Jenny was sending her to yet another boarding school. Did she
hate her adopted daughter? Why did she keep sending her away?
"When do I start?" Olive tried not to let her mothers comment make her
even more upset than she was.
"A friend of your fathers will take you tonight."
Again, which father was she talking about? Micheal or her real father?
When they got back to Jenny and Micheals flat she dumped her bags on
her small bed and went to look in the fridge.
She would have screamed at thecsight if it didn't look vaguly familia.
"It's a relief to get these feet off," The thing said to her mother.
He froze as he noticed her. "I can explain."
He looked like a normal human being from the waist up but he was
wearing no pants even if his fur made it looked like he was. His legs
were furry and he had goats hooves.
"You're part goat," she said stupidly, stating the obviouse.
"Um, yeah." He replyed. "Thanks for not attacking me or anything,
that's happened before. I'm Peter."
"Peters going to take you to your school." Jenny said eyeing the two
teenagers.
"Why now? The year's practically over. It's summer!" Olive said. A
little bit annoyed.
"It's a summer school." Jenny said. Olives heart sank further. Now she
was sending her to a summer school too?