Chapter 1
"Cinnamon Marble, get your ass down here immediately!"
Uh oh. When my mom used my full name, it always meant I, once again, had done something which wasn't appreciated. I expected this to have something to do with the fact I got suspended from school. Again.
"Hello mum, lovely to see you too." I said as I walked into the living room. She looked at me, being this close to have steam coming out of her ears.
Cin, be nice.
The warning brushed in my mind, nice but clear. I shot a lightning-filled gaze at my oldest brother, but he looked away. I wanted to sit down, but I knew that I'd probably get mad and stand up, so I didn't bother to.
"Cinnamon! How could you do that to that poor kid!"
My mum was already shouting, knowing full well this would turn into a fight.
"It wasn't my fault!"
"Now wasn't it? Then who erased the memories of the boy if it wasn't you?"
I grinned. He had been insulting me, and tired as I was, I took care of it in a not so subtle way.
"He was mean to me. I just learned him a lesson. I gave him his memories back after a minute or so." I said while studying my nails, already being bored by this conversation.
"That is not a good reason and you know that damn well, young lady. You are lucky the rector couldn't blame the short timed memory-loss on you, but I most certainly can. And I will!"
I could tell from the look in her eyes that this was not good. I've gone to far this time.
"This was the last string, Cinnamon. Your dad and I have had enough of it. We are sending you to boarding school and you will be starting there next month!"
"Next month?! You can't do that! I've got my ballet performance I've got to practice on! And a life!" I said, finally shouting.
"Yes, we can. Don't worry, it is a good school. Your uncle is nice enough to let you enroll in the middle of the school year, so you better thank him for that." She warned me.
Great, so I wasn't just shipped of to boarding school, I was send to the other end of the goddamn country. The school my uncle ran was a very prestigious, and expensive school. The people who go there are either rich, famous, or the child of someone who is. I don't recall any city, or village, or anything nearby, so shopping was off limits. The school was in the middle of nowhere and would soon be my home. Well at least I had the advantage of being the cousin of the person who ran the place. He was my mothers twin brother, happily married with his own soulfinder and the father of another six kids. Yet they were the only children of my grandparents. Their oldest, the twins Ric and Kailey, were my age so they would be in my year. The rest was still too young to be attending High School, so I wouldn't be spending much time with them. But I guess knowing at least two people would help a bit.
This year, November first happened to fall on a Monday. How convenient. Seeing as October 29 would be my last day in Chicago for quite a while, I'd have to say goodbye to my friends. I made it as dramatic as I could, to get some pity from them, but also to annoy my parents as much as I possibly could. I'd always been part of the popular gang and me moving wasn't gonna change that. I'll have the social hierarchy in my new school sorted out soon enough and then I'd work my way to the top.
I woke early on Sunday morning, filled with regret that I had to be the way I am. I had packed everything last night already, so I took a quick shower and got dressed. Walking downstairs I dragged my giant suitcase and rucksack with me, not caring who I woke.
After stalling my bags in the hall, I went into the kitchen to grab some breakfast. While I was eating, most of my brothers and sisters came in, all looking grumpy to be waked so early on a Sunday morning. Only Rosie looked fresh, and greeted me with a big smile. But when she remembered why I was up so early, the smile changed into a frown.
"Why'd you have to leave?" She asked me.
"Because I had to be the stubborn little girl I am, cutie." She still frowned, but looked better as I called her cutie, my favorite nickname for her.
"Well then you better stop doing that, because I don't like you leaving!" I pulled her on my lap. "I don't either. Maybe I really should try?"
But my eyes were sparkling as I said it, and everyone knew that me changing would only be a dream. I made Rosie some breakfast and we ate together, enjoying our last morning together until Christmas when I'd come home again.
An hour later I sat in the car, watching my brothers and sisters waving as my parents and I rode off to Colorado, where my school was. It better have a ballet hall.
AUTHORS NOTE
Hey guys,
This is my first ever fanfic! I'm so excited!
If you see any mistakes in language/grammar please tell me, so I can fix them!
I'm from the Netherlands, so it could happen that I make some mistakes. But hey, I'm only fourteen, gimme some rest! ;)
You may have read my story before, but I decided to change the beginning because I wasn't happy with it.
I hope you like it!
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