-1"Hun, you're going to boarding school." my mom said.
"WHAT? WHY?" I asked, looking at my freshly painted black nails.
"You need to get your act together." my dad said.
"Ugh!" I screamed, running up the stairs.
"Should I go talk to her?" I heard my sister ask.
"NO!" I screamed at her.
--three weeks later--
I threw my suitcase into my dad's trunk, getting ready for my trip
To 'Music School'.
"Mom, I hate music." I lied.
"No you don't," she said, getting in the car.
A few hours later, we pulled up to an LA preppy looking school.
"Ew." I shrugged.
"Go, have fun. Call me, bye!" my mom said, popping my trunk.
I grabbed my suitcase, and watched my mom speed off.
I walked up to a sign-in desk, to see what dorm I was in.
"Name Please?" the lady, who looked about 45 say.
"Jordyn Harrison." I said, rolling my eyes.
The lady looked through lists and lists.
"I'm sorry, you're not on here." she said.
"What?!" I asked in disbelief.
"I have to be on here!" I said.
She checked onto the already checked list.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Dorm 142." she smiled sweetly.
I kept a straight face, and walked upstairs, looking for dorm 142.
I clutched my books close to me, getting some strange looks, when a boy ran into me.
He looked down, as I picked up all my papers.
"Watch where you're going, klutz." I rolled my eyes, walking away.
I looked back, as they tall boy with curly hair walked away.
I opened the door of my dorm, to see two girls.
"Hi!! You must be our dorm-mate!" one of them said.
"What's your name?!" the other one asked.
"Jordyn." I said, setting down my bags.
"Oh, Mine's Rayne, and this is Summer." Rayne said.
"She doesn't actually live with us though, she's just visiting!" Rayne said.
"Cool." I rolled my eyes.
"Wanna compare schedules?!" Rayne and Summer asked.
"Sure." I said, passing them my schedule.
"OMG, we have Song Writing, Music History, and Band together!" Rayne said.
"What instruments do you play?" Summer asked.
"Violin, Guitar, Piano, and I sing." I said.
"Wow! I can only play Viola!" Summer said.
"Yea, same." Rayne said.
The dinner bell rang.
"What's that?" I asked.
"The Dinner Bell. DUHH!" Summer said.
"Oh." I said.
"You can sit with us and our group. Okay?" Rayne asked.
"Sure." I said, walking down to the dining hall with them.
They led me to a table, when I saw klutzy sitting there, writing a song.
