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Chapter 1 - No Going Back Now.
Mitch stared out of the car window as they rolled passed lots of green fields and trees. He couldn't help but feel disgusted by it, even though he knew it was what kept him alive. He was a city boy, from Arlington, Texas, and he would never get used to the open spaces and clear air of the country.
He was on his way to a boarding school he had never heard of, in a town he had never heard of, all to get away from his old life. He shook his head. Mitch didn't want to be thinking about that right now. All he wanted right now was to be happy, and hopefully this new place would allow that.
"You okay, honey?" He heard from the driver's seat.
"I'm good, mum. I'm good." He answered, sincerely, and went back to watching the world go by.
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Scott sat on his bed, in his dorm, and thought about the year ahead of him. This was his second year in Chatham Boarding School, in Virginia, and he was dreading another year of teasing students and strict teachers. He barely had any friends to go to, only a few people were actually nice to him, so he usually just stayed on his own. He stared at the empty bed opposite his. When he had first got here there had been someone to share his dorm with, but now he was stuck with a desk and his laptop for company. Oh well, he thought, better to laugh about it than cry about it. He got up to start unpacking.
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As they drove through the gates of Chatham Boarding School, Mitch couldn't help but stare. It was a huge building, which looked as if it could be a court house or something official. It had white pillars and red brick walls, covered in evenly spaced square windows with rounded tops. The front door was glass with wooden, white rims. He couldn't believe it. From what his mum had described to him, he was going to a small boarding school which wouldn't pressure him at all. Now he wasn't so sure. The air of sophistication around the place made him think of smart kids with high ambitions, and he wasn't one of those. Well, he wasn't smart, at least. He couldn't really say he didn't have high ambitions. He silently prayed that the school helped out less academic kids too.
"Come on, Mitch! We have to go inside!" He followed his mum through the front door and towards the reception desk. Behind it was a stern looking lady, with poorly covered up wrinkles and glasses. She peeked at Mitch over the top of them, and asked for his name.
"Mitch Grassi." He told her, his Texan accent a little too obvious for his liking.
"She looked him u on the computer and then gave him a piece of paper with his dorm number and roommate on it. He asked her which building he could find his dorm in and she gave him directions. He was just about to head towards his building when his mum called his name.
"Yeah, Mum?" He inquired, not sure what she wanted. In answer, she held her arms out in a welcoming action. Mitch smiled and walked into her embrace, hugging her back.
"Thanks Mum. I'll call on weekends, ok?"
"Ok sweetie, just be careful."
"I know Mum, don't get beaten up by bullies, I know." He gave her a teasing smile as she started to protest, quietening her. Quickly, she sneaked a kiss on his forehead, and he started to walk towards his dorm, his luggage swung over his shoulder. When he looked back, she was still standing there watching him walk away. He waved at her again and she seemed to snap out of a trance. Waving back, she got in to the car and drove away. Well, Mitch though, I guess this is it. No backing out now.