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"WHAT! How could you do this to me! I haven't done anything to deserve this… Please mom—mommy I'm sooooo sorry! But you can't send me away! You just can't!" Those were the words out of my mouth after my mom told me she was shipping me off to a boarding school across the country. Tears fell at a rapid rate as I begged, and yelled, and pleaded with all my heart for my mother to not send me to boarding school.
To understand why she was doing this you'll have to go back a couple of weeks ago to when my boyfriend Simon and I were in a huge fight. He thought I didn't appreciate him enough, didn't love him like he loved me, blah blah blah. He fought and fought as I tried to convince him that of course I did!
It resulted in me kissing him. And it escalated quickly into the only time I'd had sex with Simon that it had been enjoyable. We had only just started doing it and at that point I was scared that sex for me would always be awkward and dull, until that time which was amazing make up sex. So after our third time in a row I finally looked at the clock and realized that my mom should have gotten home five minutes previously.
Of course as soon as I noticed my misjudgment of time my mom did a quick knock at the door without waiting for an answer and caught me and Simon naked and in bed together. So naturally my overprotective, anal mom shiped me 2,000 miles away from New York City to a nowhere town called Alicante in California.
And now I am standing at the entrance at this dreadful place called The Idris Institute for Learning and Creative Thinking. By the pretentious school uniforms and population of perfect, blonde, tan people, I could tell that I was going to hate this place already.
I went to the welcome desk in the head building and they gave me my welcome packet and showed me how to get to my dorms. I then went to the guidance counselor's office and was given my class schedule and then finally was on my way to unpacking and finding a secret place to smoke a cigarette. I was tense and this place gave me a headache.
On my way to my dorm I called Simon with hopes of cheering me up.
"Hey… I hate it here. I seriously hate this place. How am I supposed to survive? My mom says that I have to go the entire school year here, but I might not make it. Everyone is so superficial here…and they're all so… tan"
"Babe you will be fine! I love you sooo much and will help you through this!"
"How," I sorta snapped," You're thousands of miles away! I'm all alone and it's killing me already. On the plane ride over I cried the entire time. I just want to leave."
"I know I'm far away and it's hard for me to help, but know I'm just a phone call away if you need me… we are going to make it this year I swear it!"
Somehow hearing Simon's overconfident voice… the one he always used when comforting me, made me feel better. I knew Simon, I really did and I knew he'd be there for me no matter what.
"Thanks babe that means a lot. I should probably go settle in but I love you!"
"Love you too"
I clicked off then and went to find my building. It was called Fairchild Hall and was the only coed dorm on campus. I was sure that would cause drama and so I was not excited. I was even less excited about my girl roommates. Girls and I never clicked… I always found them shallow and they always found me bitchy. It was a mutual disliking.
When I finally found it after running from the other side of campus I was in awe. It was beautiful, way more grand then the other buildings I had seen so far. It was a tall building, almost looking like a church, with high steeples and towers to the side. It was indescribably grand and when I walked through the door I realized there might be one thing I enjoyed about being shipped off.
There were common rooms off to both sides in the main entryway and then a staircase and elevator leading to the dorms above. Everyone seemed to be moving in with their parents, shouting orders and moving luggage as I tried to find an opportunity to get me and my one little suitcase into the elevator.
I finally gave up and went up two flights of stairs and down the hall to my dorm room. Upon opening it I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. She had dark, long hair braided into to braids and big dark eyes. She had pale skin to top off her being the opposite of a California girl, but that only made her more striking.
"Hi I'm Isabel"