The car door slammed quite loudly as I stepped out of the cab, letting the vehicle speed away to the dorms. The wind was low and blew every once in awhile along with the clouds that stood barely in the sky. It was a very sunny day, which is expected for this time of year. It was the ending of summer though it really was quite hot out. I looked into the distance, shielding the sun with the palm of my hand and watched the cab turn the corner until it had disappeared from view. My lips parted and I took in a long deep breath of fresh seasonal air. My new school.

I begun to walk slowly through a certain path not caring exactly where I was headed, I let my feet do the thinking. There were people walking about with backpacks slung on there shoulders along with other new students who had just returned from their homes back for the school season. It wasn't that I was sent to this boarding school, more like I wanted to come to one. I felt that I needed to start over and have a new beginning. This new boarding school was promising and was said to contain very good teachers that taught well. I applied and to my luck, I got accepted. I'm not happy nor excited, I was just desperate to start over.

My name is Skye Sweetnam and I have the grayest eyes any have seen, my hair is a light and dark brown combined with a few highlights to emphasize my look. My hair, in fact, wasn't all that long because it came to my shoulders and just a few inches below. My body was slender and curved in just the right places to make a man fantasize. Not that I wanted to give off that impression, but it is nice to know that you are adored. My legs were thin with quite a bit of muscle, enough to make them attractive and still be feminine considering there wasn't much I could do to control how much muscle I acquired.

There wasn't much noise around me, everyone I had passed either had their noses stuck in their schedules or just rushing past to get informed with the city. The place seemed bigger, much larger than the former school I had attended. Everywhere, the building was huge and took up a great mass of space along with its front lawn which included various trees and gardens. There were signs near the gardens which informed the students not to ruin the plants, yet many students disobeyed the request. In every school, there were always students with that kind of attitude. It became quiet after awhile except for the clicking of my high heels, which I suddenly regretting putting on. Then there goes the saying, beauty is painful. I had to agree to that.

I wore a nice strapless shirt which was black with a print that resembled splattered paint, over the tank top was my jean jacket which I came accustomed to wearing. The whole jacket was in jean material with a few fuzz surrounding the collar and ends, the pockets were zippered for extra safety. The shirt cut off just high enough to reveal my navel, which wasn't a big sight to see. I didn't have it pierced or anything, but in time I figured it would probably get done. On my legs, I wore my favorite pair of jeans that were faded in the rear and thighs. They hugged my hips tenderly and shaped my legs ever so perfectly then belled at the ends to reveal the tips of my black heels. I would admire myself if I were a passerby.

My destination wasn't towards the school, so I walked right passed it while dodging school absorbed students. My feet were already blistering from the straps of the heels. I really did regret wearing them. I stopped at a small clearing which opened up to a small area of trees and vines. In a way, it resembled a scene from an old horror movie I once saw. The place didn't give me an eerie feeling, so I wasn't afraid when I pushed away a few long weeds and took the path inside. It wasn't dark nor light, it was just dim and I could already see an opening. This place was a maze and I was just finding my way around.

This wasn't my first time attending a boarding school. A few years back I was sent to a slightly large school that accepted any types of students. Unfortunately, my family sent me there probably because I was a disgrace. I didn't really stress on the real reason, I found myself more at ease living a life by myself. The school was famous by the title of California Boarding School. I felt sort of sad when I left the place because I had made so many memories in that school, good and bad. Most of the memories, I just wanted to forget. Thus bringing myself to this new school to start a new life where nobody knew you.

That's one thing I liked about transferring, though I didn't do it that often. In my life I had been switched to quite a few school, though CABS was my biggest memory. I like the idea of being able to start over. When you enter a new school, nobody knows you and they don't know anything about you. Many take advantage about this and easily they could fit in even if at their own school, they were the lower class. I wasn't like that, I'm a bad girl and I don't usually tend to hide that fact. I'm proud of what I do and I hate to be told what to do. Perhaps that was one reason as to why I was sent away from home. Honestly, I could care less.

My hands fumbled through my jacket pockets eagerly and I pulled out one cigarette and held it in the crease between my index and middle finger. I took up smoking long before I can even remember. Others would turn their noses in disgust, but I found it comforting and addicting. I was addicted and I didn't plan on stopping either. My other hand came about with the lighter and I lit the end of the cigarette before sticking the butt in my mouth. I took a long slow puff of its nicotine and let it out swiftly, watching the cloud of gray smoke float up to the skies. I killed a few years of my life, but it wasn't like that mattered.

I wasn't the good student everyone tends to see of me. I've done many bad things in my life that I don't regret though others might have. My grades aren't well either and I tend to flunk many grades. This causes me to do extra work, but what the hell? It didn't matter, since I figured I would drop out once I got sick of damn education.

I came upon a clearing once I exited the path I was taking. A low rustling of water filled the area and by it, a small lake of fresh clear water. I stepped upon the gravel which crunched lightly below me. I looked upon the waterfall and it looked majestic. A small rainbow made it's way up in the air just slightly below the top of the waterfall. It was probably created by the mist of the rushing liquid. I stepped closer, careful as not to get to close to the small lake considering the mud looked thick and inviting. Despite my hatred towards my shoes, I still didn't want to ruin them.

The waterfall was another place that brought back memories for me. No matter where I went, there no escaping my memories. Everywhere, there was at least one place that took me back in the past. I closed my eyes before the large waterfall and let out a loud sigh, since I was alone I didn't have to care about any others nearby listening. I opened my eyes again and took another large soothing puff of my cigarette, walking over to a large rock that sat above the ground nearby. It was gray and perfect for a good seating, so I sat down on it and brought my knees up, eventually shifting them until I sat cross-legged.

Back in CABS, I had met many great friends along with foe's. I had one close friend and a lot of others that took away a lot of my free time, willingly. I spoke to many and hung out almost every day, except for the few times you just get lazy and don't feel like going anywhere. CABS was a great school and no matter how old I am, I'll never forget the place. No matter how hard I try to forget, It'll live in my mind.

It's not that making friends and the good classes that made me remember the place, there was one special thing about it. There was one teacher that worked there who taught the class of drama. He had the blackest, most smoothest hair I had ever seen, along with deep enticing rich dark brown eyes which drew you in and clutched you tightly. His smile was flawless and his lips were tender, aching to be touched by another. He always wore a suit which clung to his masculine body leaving much to the imagination. His talent in teaching was enormous and he gave out the best sought plays for his students to read. The very first book I had read from his class was the classic Romeo and Juliet. It was a love story that seemed to come alive. I was Juliet and he...

I shrugged, puffing of my Cigarette one last time before throwing it into the small lake, where the light went out and it floated above the water like a boat. I stared at it and shook my head, the thoughts kept flooding my mind and I wanted to just forget. His lips, his smile, his eyes, his body... his very being was haunting me to my last desire. I couldn't escape his spell no matter what I did.

In fact, that was the only reason I did leave CABS. I left to be rid of the man, things went to far and I couldn't stand it any longer and I departed the school. He was gone now, I was glad yet my mind kept pondering on whether I would see him again or not. The waterfall was a secret place that he and I had created. We were brought together at the waterfall many times before. The waterfall reminded me of him, everything reminded me of him. He wouldn't leave my mind. He was everywhere.