Chapter1:
"Melissa, your father and I have been thinking…"
Uh oh…
"All this partying and drinking is getting out of hand, and grounding you hasn't done anything to make you stop…"
I'm going to military school…
"So we're sending you to London, far away from all these terrible influences."
WHAT!
"But your dad and I can't come with you, until we find jobs in England, so until then, you'll be there alone…"
And suddenly, London sounds lovely!
"So you're going to a private school." my mom finished, taking a deep breath, as if to brace herself for my reaction.
"I'll go to London. But, there is no way, I'm going to some rich kid school, being watched by some uptight bitch!"
"WATCH YOUR MOUTH MELISSA! WE'RE DOING THIS FOR YOU! ALL THIS PARTYING, DRINKING AND WHATEVER ELSE NEEDS TO STOP!"
"SO YOU'RE SENDING ME TO ANOTHER FUCKING OUNTRY BY MYSELF?"
My mom paused, took a breath and tried to look calm as she said, "This isn't up for discussion, and you're leaving on Monday. Go start packing."
"I HATE YOU. YOU'RE ALWAYS OUT TO GET ME. WHY CAN'T I HAVE A DECENT PARENT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE?" I screeched, as I stormed upstairs to my bedroom.
I sat on my bed and started to cry…why were they doing this to me? Don't get me wrong, England sounds amazing with no parents, I could drink and have as much fun as I want…but not at some prep school. Fuck. What now?
As my tears subsided, I looked over at my phone… seven new texts in the past half hour. Ever since I started partying, my social life has been amazing! I'm always wanted…will it be like that in prep school? They'll probably just think I'm a rebel… just there because my parents couldn't deal with me. Not that that isn't true…but who wants rich uptight bitches to think that?
The best way to survive high school: fit in. That's what I've been doing the last six months, and my life has been SO much better since. I have friends, I have fun, and I don't feel unwanted anymore… but all that is going to end in three days.
My eyes began to tear again, as my phone rang, "Hello?" I choked.
"Hey sexy, it's Lexi…we're going to the creek to party, come with?"
I fucking love my friends, "Fuck yes! I need to get shit off my mind..."
"Babe what happened?"
"Mom's sending me to a London prep school, because she fucking hates me,"
"WHAT? Like London…England? Mel, you NEED to go!"
"What the fuck are you talking about? I don't want to go to a prep school! They'll hate me!"
"So? You'll be in England! Meet sexy boys, fuck shit up, have fun! Take advantage of this, it's a once in a lifetime chance! And, you won't have to see you're parents until the summer!"
"I guess." Sometimes even my best friend pisses me off…
"Anyways, come to the party! Get wasted and have some fun!"
"Whatever. Bye."
That bitch. She couldn't care less that I'm leaving! Whatever, a party sounded pretty good…
I woke up the next morning, with a terrible headache and the smell of vomit and beer everywhere.
What happened last night…?
I genuinely couldn't remember a thing, which meant last night was killer! I got up and started searching for my stuff…we always crash at someone's house after a party, usually Lexi's because her parents are chill about everything. I found my phone on the side table, 12 missed calls from my parents. Fuck. They had no idea where I was (Sneaking out of the house is my specialty). However, staying longer would mean I'd get yelled at...but if I got home before my mom and dad woke up meant I had time to bail myself out…problem's solved!
I was home in 10 minutes, and fully dressed in 15. Mom and dad woke up to me eating breakfast (food always helps a hangover).
"Where have you been?" My dad asked, ever so calmly.
"Out. I figure, I have to leave in a few days; I'm going to miss my friends. I want to spend some time with them before I leave."
Careful Mel…
"Well tell us next time, okay sweetheart? We were worried!" I wasn't getting yelled at? Sick.
"Okay well, I'm going to pack. " I figured, if I leave before he comes to his senses and yells, I'll be better off…
The rest of my weekend was spend packing, and listening to various sob stories about how much I was going to be missed by my mom and friends. I'll admit; it was pretty good for my ego! And Lexi apologized at the party, so we were okay now.
However, I didn't realize until Sunday night how much I was going to miss them! These were my friends! I loved them so much, and I wasn't going to be able to see them until summer…and it was only October. I was already starting to miss my friends and family, before I'd even left.
We hugged and cried at the airport, and eventually I was gone. The flight itself was a bore; mostly I just slept, and listened to my ipod. Since I'm only 16, I couldn't ask for any alcohol, so obviously time passed by incredibly slowly…