Leaving the school was not the hard part. Finding a place to go was. Lucky me, coming from an orphanage and all, I don't have a real place to go. My social worker put me in the boarding school so she would not have to watch me. What happens when she finds out I have been kicked out of yet another school? That's when it hit me.
No, seriously something hit me.
In New York, there are many pieces of paper flying around, but normally a piece of paper, with what you are looking for on it, doesn't come out of nowhere and plaster onto your face, making you suffocate.
Pulling the blue piece of paper off my face, I revile a picture of a small, but sophisticated looking school. Written across the top in fancy black letters was the name:
"Eastlake Academy High School, for the privileged and academically advanced young adults."
It continued to explain the advantages of joining such a school, when I noticed at the bottom in bold letters
"OPEN ENROLMENT ACCEPTED"
"Oh my god, thank you!" I screamed out loud, receiving weird looks from many pedestrians walking by. Now I don't have to worry about the words "Death by social worker" written across my tombstone. Pulling my phone out of my pocket so I could call the school, I realized I have and text message from my friend, Zoë.
Zoë: Hey, when I get out of school today, want to hang?
Me: Sure. What time you get out?
Zoë: 5 minutes. Meet me outside the Eastlake High sign ok?
Me: Wait…Eastlake?
Zoë: Yeah….the school I transferred to? Remember, like only a week ago?
Me: Holy crap I forgot…they are still enrolling right?
Zoë: Um Yeah? Why…
Me: I kind of need to enroll…
Zoë: What did you do at your other school….
Me: You know….stuff….anywho, when I get there, I need to enroll, ok?
Zoë: Sure we can go to Mrs. George's office when you get here. See you in a minute.
Wait, Mrs. George? Is every principle's last name in the state George? Odd..
I made my way to the school, and found Zoë near the front door.
"Ok, Allons-y," She said, waving her hand in the air.
" Just come on," I say, pulling her through the tall glass doors, but not before seeing the reflection of a tall Latino in the distance. Before I had a chance to turn around and look for the kid who introduced himself to me earlier as Leo, he disappeared. He didn't necessarily vanish, but he was just out of sight, like he was not there in the first place. Feeling stupid, I finally pulled open the door and walked with Zoë to the principle's office. Or what it should be known as, for I found out the hard way, sudden death.
