"People like Trish Hartley make me want to blow my fucking brains out." Travis Avers said to me as we sat in our guidance counselors office. "I mean seriously, if I had a chance I would probably hit her with my car." he continued oblivious to the startled look the secretary was giving him.
"You don't have a car Travis." I replied exasperated.
It was a well-known fact that Travis and Trish had what some might call a "destructive" relationship. It was more like them fighting, hooking up, pretending they hated each other, and then hooking up again.
"I'd buy a car to run her over with." Travis said determinedly, his eyes already glazed as he thought about Trish. And a car. God teenage boys are ridiculous.
"Whatever, I think we need to focus a little less on the whole Travis-Trish thing and more on the whole what the hell am I gonna to deal our parents thing." I said impatiently. "I mean I could just explain to them what happened right. They'll understand right? They couldn't have been serious about the whole boarding school thing right? Right?"
For a second Travis looked worried. And that was enough to make my heart pick up double time. Travis never got worried. Over anything. Yeah he got pissed, but never does he worry. He says life to short for worries or some shit like that. But being my stepbrother he knew how serious my parents are about shipping me off. He knew that this one fight could be a catalyst for disaster.
I was so freaking screwed.
"August, I really don't know what to do about this one. You fucked up. You fucked up real bad." He finally said. I let out a deep sigh. I knew I shouldn't have said anything when Amanda had started in on me. But the girl had been calling me a slut. I had to stand up for myself. Get my dignity back and whatnot. Yes I will admit, hitting her hadn't been my smartest move. Well hitting her first hadn't been the smartest move. But something in me had just snapped. That girl had no idea what she was talking about and she shouldn't have run her mouth off like that.
At least not to my face. Rumors I could handle. Hell I thrived on rumors but confrontation, well I just get a little defensive and start doing the things that are about to get me shipped off to boarding school.
My guidance counselors door opened and my mom came out.
One look at her face and I already knew.
I was so screwed.
I'd been on the plane for an hour and thirty-nine minutes and the nun was still staring at me.
What was her deal? I mean, there are fifty more people on this freaking plane and she decides to stare at me.
Does she know that my parents finally had enough of my shit so they decided to ship me off? Does she know about all the partying, all the drinking, and all the fights that lead up to there decision? Does she know that I haven't been to church since I was fourteen? Does she know me and my step brother once shared a very messy sloppy kiss, before we decided it was just to weird? Does she see that as incest? Oh my god, the nun thinks I'm into the whole incest thing doesn't she! Oh my god she's going to send me to hell. Can nuns send you to hell? Or is god responsible for that?
Okay she stopped looking at me.
Free from the prying eyes of the nun, I turned my attention to the window at my side. The lovely sights from my home were long gone and I could really see anything but clear blue sky. I could just see the plane crashing. Spiraling down at startling speeds as we hit some unsuspecting school. Oddly enough that thought brought me a strange form of comfort. things could be worse for me.
I could be dead.
The voices of my parents we still ringing in my ears. I didn't get any heartfelt goodbyes. Or hugs. Or tears. I got lectures and rants about how it was for my own good. about how it was my fault.
The only one who seemed to care I was going was Travis.
He'd been the one to help me box up all my stuff and ship it off ahead. He'd been the one to help me pack my carry on bags. He'd been the one who had driven me to the airport. He'd been the one to give me the goodbye hug. He was the only one that really cared.
My mom and his dad had just been happy I wasn't there problem anymore. No more coming home to a trashed house because there daughter had thrown a party and was to hungover to pick up the mess before they got back. No more getting called at work by the school to tell them that there daughter had been in another fight, that there daughter had been caught smoking, that there daughter was failing some of her classes.
The funny thing was I don't think they would have sent me away if that last fight hadn't gotten me expelled. I think they may have used the threat a few more times before following through with it.
Now I'm on my why to some private privileged school in Ipswich, Massachusetts. When they told me where they had enrolled me I had of course looked it up on the Internet. And considering I was an expelled senior who was barely maintained a 2.0 average I'd been surprised they had let me in. I'm pretty sure my parents had to make a more then generous donation just to get me in. But anything to get rid of me right.
I felt the familiar feeling of loneliness wash over me. Sighing I leaned back forced myself to get over it and went to sleep.
There were people everywhere. Flooding from the school, shuffling around the dorm buildings, getting in and out of there cars. The unfamiliar feeling of nervousness swept though me as I collected my bags from the taxi and made my way to the Provost's office where I would collect my schedule, room assignment and have a talk with the old Provost himself.
Luckily for me I found the heads building quickly and made my way in with only a few curious glances from the people walking around.
Walking into the office I greeted the elderly secretary with a brief smile, showing off years of orthodontia.
"Hi, I'm August Swayer. Um...I was told to come here when I arrived." I told her hesitantly. She beamed at me. She had one of those really nice smiles. Sure her bottom front teeth were slightly crooked but it was a smile that instantly made you relax.
"Yes dear, Provost Higgins has been waiting for you just go on right ahead." Her soft voice replied. I smiled once again completely at ease, and completely unprepared for the stern looking frowning man in the office I was ushered into.
He was sitting in one of those really nice looking but extremely nosy leather cars behind a huge desk that made him seem like he was the freaking President or something.
"August Sawyer I presume." The scary man said to me with a huff.
"Yeah, yes, sir, yes sir I'm August." I said trying to avoid the death glare I was receiving. Okay, back up what did I do now.
"You're late." He said gruffly.
"Oh well traffic was...not good..." I said not really sure what to say. Was I supposed top be here at a certain time?
"Let's get one thing straight Ms. Sawyer you are here because of your step fathers influence. I will be keeping a sharp eye on you and one mistake Ms. Sawyer one and you will be out of this school faster then you can blink. Do you understand me?" Whoa. I'm guessing by influence he meant money and I guess the school needed that? I mean I know my records bad but this guy was acting like......, well he was acting like my mother.
"Yes I understand." I said timidly, not wanting to give him any reason to go all evil again.
"Well, with that said here are you keys, class schedule, and room assignment. And Miss. Sawyer, believe me, if yo do something wrong I'll know about it." He said as he shuffled the papers around on his desk and laid my things in a neat little pile in on the front of it.
I merely nodded as I grabbed my things and rushed out of the room as fast as I could.
"Okay, so basically the principle already hates you. But it's okay, if you don't do anything you won't go through that again." I said aloud to myself as I scanned the paper that held my room assignment. I walked over to the student dorms not really caring about the people still milling about. I just wanted to get to my room and near my stuff as fast as possible.
Glancing at the map I held in my hand I made my way up to the floor where my room was located. And after a few minutes of curious looks and hard stares I found it. Room 302. Sweet.
Filled with relief and a little bit of homesickness I opened the door taking in the room I would be living in for the next few months. And was completely unprepared for what I saw.
Well here's a new story. I'm probably gonna regret posting this but I just couldn't get it out of my head.
Prettylittleravergirl
Music I listened to while writing this:
The entire Hollywood Undead Cd.
damn they're amazing