A tall skinny woman, with a pointy nose and wearing a grey dress called all the girls off the boat into a small group. She glared at me, and I immediately took a disliking towards her.
"I'm Miss Lark." The woman boomed, her voice to big for her figure, "Follow me, if your heading to Water Brooke Boarding School."
I saw a few girls together, giggling, and wearing some sweater that had WBBS on the back. I figured I would get one soon. But I hated the colours (most likely the school colours). A horrible green, and a deep, almost depressing yellow.
We walked for a small bit to a type of bus. It was old and yellow, with faded colours and the initials of the school where crusting off. We all boarded the bus, with our bags that we held on the trip. I took a seat beside Mary, thought she didn't want me to.
"I hate this." Mary whined.
"Not much we can do about it." I sighed, placing my head back on the broken seat behind me.
My cousin made a terrible face at me, and I almost thought she would break down in sobs again. Lucky for me, she was able to hold it in.
The bus ride was over an hour, in the pitch black, and the road was too bumpy for anyone to sleep on. I was glad everyone was silent, thought.
When the bus finally stopped, it jerked everyone forward so much, bags where scattered under the seats and bodies where slammed in the ruined seats in front of them.
"Ouch!" Mary held her head, shaking it lightly.
I had dropped my book and my book bag on the floor and hurriedly picked it up. My books and notebooks flew everywhere. I shoved everything back in, and pushed hair out of my face. My book bag was over my shoulder as I stood, and I held on to my favorite book in my sweaty hands.
"Everyone, hurry up!" The bus driver roared, opening the doors, smiling at Miss Lark, showing off his yellow teeth. She grinned back at him, and glared at all the girls, shoving their way to the front.
By the time I got to the front of the bus, Miss Lark was already making her way up the stairs of the building, followed by a bunch of girls. I gulped and seated off the bus and stared up at the school.
I could not imagine a scarier place. Black, huge front doors, empty trees, deep coloured bricks, and old windows. I didn't want to spend the rest of the year here, let alone the night. Mary came up behind me, and grabbed on to my arm, her breath hot on my neck.
"I can't live here!" She whimpered her voice frantic and lost.
"Stick close, it won't be so bad." I whispered back, holding on to my books tight.
"Girls!" Miss Lark was glaring at us from the top of the stairs. "We don't have all night."
We noticed we where close last, and we scurried up the stairs to meet everyone.
Miss Lark opened the door. I looked past the front doors to the looming trees and tall grass. Jumping, I stepped back, as I saw a pair of silvery eyes stare right back at me.