1 New Arrivals
A day had never crept by so slowly before. Breakfast and lunch both passed by without a sign of Vincent, but shortly before dinner there was a knock at the front door. I was the closest so I answered it. I opened the door to find myself face to face with a woman who introduced herself as Ms. Holt. I looked past her at who must have been Vincent. He appeared to be about my age, and had on a pair of slacks, a button down shirt, and sunglasses that looked very 007 on him. I invited them both in and showed them to the sitting room where Mother and Grandmother were having a cup of tea. Mother and Grandmother both sat up and greeted Ms. Holt and Vincent. Mother signed some papers, then Ms. Holt left.
Grandma wasn't lying when she said that Vincent was slightly anti- social. After mother excused us, I showed Vincent to his room. In the half an hour he had been here, I had yet to hear Vincent speak. The first thing I did when we got to his room was to try to start a conversation.
"So, do you like the place?" I asked motioning toward the room.
Vincent shrugged his shoulders and went back to unpacking. This just made me more determined to actually get him to talk. "Are you still in school?" Once again he answered with a nod. 'What grade are you in?" I asked, a small smile forming on my lips.
Vincent started to nod but it must have hit him that you can't answer that question with a simple nod. "I'm a senior," he said then went pack to unpacking.
"It talks!" I exclaimed as I dramatically clutched my chest and smiled.
Vincent turned around and smiled at me. "Yes," he said. "I can talk. Sorry if I'm not very talkative right now it's just this is all a little new," he said gesturing to the room.
"You poor thing," I said with a small frown. "You do know what this means don't you?"
"What?" he said looking slightly confused.
"Mom is going to make you go to Whitefern, I'd almost guarantee it." Doing my best impersonation of my mother, I said in strict voice, "No one in this household will go to one of those public schools, can you imagine what people might say!" I finished giving a small bow but then said in a serious voice, "Sorry, but you have a first class ticket to high school hell at Whitefern."
"I remember my friends and I would always make fun of the kids who went there, now I'm going to be one of them," he said, showing his obvious dread.
We talked a little more and about three hours later I snuck into my room and fell asleep.
A day had never crept by so slowly before. Breakfast and lunch both passed by without a sign of Vincent, but shortly before dinner there was a knock at the front door. I was the closest so I answered it. I opened the door to find myself face to face with a woman who introduced herself as Ms. Holt. I looked past her at who must have been Vincent. He appeared to be about my age, and had on a pair of slacks, a button down shirt, and sunglasses that looked very 007 on him. I invited them both in and showed them to the sitting room where Mother and Grandmother were having a cup of tea. Mother and Grandmother both sat up and greeted Ms. Holt and Vincent. Mother signed some papers, then Ms. Holt left.
Grandma wasn't lying when she said that Vincent was slightly anti- social. After mother excused us, I showed Vincent to his room. In the half an hour he had been here, I had yet to hear Vincent speak. The first thing I did when we got to his room was to try to start a conversation.
"So, do you like the place?" I asked motioning toward the room.
Vincent shrugged his shoulders and went back to unpacking. This just made me more determined to actually get him to talk. "Are you still in school?" Once again he answered with a nod. 'What grade are you in?" I asked, a small smile forming on my lips.
Vincent started to nod but it must have hit him that you can't answer that question with a simple nod. "I'm a senior," he said then went pack to unpacking.
"It talks!" I exclaimed as I dramatically clutched my chest and smiled.
Vincent turned around and smiled at me. "Yes," he said. "I can talk. Sorry if I'm not very talkative right now it's just this is all a little new," he said gesturing to the room.
"You poor thing," I said with a small frown. "You do know what this means don't you?"
"What?" he said looking slightly confused.
"Mom is going to make you go to Whitefern, I'd almost guarantee it." Doing my best impersonation of my mother, I said in strict voice, "No one in this household will go to one of those public schools, can you imagine what people might say!" I finished giving a small bow but then said in a serious voice, "Sorry, but you have a first class ticket to high school hell at Whitefern."
"I remember my friends and I would always make fun of the kids who went there, now I'm going to be one of them," he said, showing his obvious dread.
We talked a little more and about three hours later I snuck into my room and fell asleep.