I had already settled in by dorm. My room mate was pretty cool. She introduced me to some of the other kids here. I think I'll go to the student lounge now.
I walked through the hallway of doors and doors until I got to the student lounge. April, my sister, wasn't there. Hmm, I'll check her dorm later. Anyway, a few kids were sitting watching TV. There was a young blonde boy that looked about my sister's, Skye's, age. Next to him was a brown-skinned boy a bit older. The last one was a boy with really bushy brown hair.
My cheeks turned a little red. He was pretty cute. . .
The bushy-haired boy turned around and saw me. I blushed. He got up and walked over to me.
"Hi, are you the other new arrival?" he asked. I nodded.
"Oh, nice to meet you," he said.
"Likewise," I answered.
"This is Dustin," he pointed to the blonde boy. "And this is Michael," he waved his hand over the brown-skinned boy. I waved at them. Suddenly, my pocket started ringing.
"Oh, sorry! I have to take this," I pulled out my cellphone from my pocket. My dad gave it to me as a present the day he told us we had to move to a boarding school.
I turned around to take my call.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey, Caitlin. It's Angie," the voice said. Angie was my roomie.
"Hey, Angie. What's up?" I asked.
"Your not in your dorm, I thought you wanted me to give you the tour of the school," she said. I slapped my forehead.
"Oh, I forgot! I'll be right there. Give me five minutes!" I clicked the "off" button. I turned back around.
"Sorry, guys. I have to meet a friend," I said.
"Alright. Maybe we'll see you later," said Chase.
"Yeah, see ya," I answered. Before I could blush again, I started walking back toward my dorm. As I approached the hallway, I had to walk over a carpet.
Thud!
I gripped my wrist. I can't believe I had tripped over the carpet! And in front of Chase!
"Are you - "
"I'm fine" I said quickly. I got up and ran back to my dorm. I shut the door and slid down until I reached the floor.
"Caitlin?" asked a voice. I looked up. Angie, a pretty Mexican girl with long shiny black hair and brown eyes was sitting on her bed.
"Is anything wrong?" she asked. I sighed.
"I'm just not a boarding school person, Angie," I said.
"Did you go to a boarding school before you came here?" she asked. I shook my head. I remembered that fateful day when my dad had called us downstairs. . .
"Kids! Come down here!" a man called from the living room. Four children came bounding downstairs.
"What is it Dad?" Skye asked. Dad sighed.
"Guys, I don't know how to tell you this. Your mother - something has happened to her," he said. I held my breath. I understood now, why Mom had never come home last night, why Dad had called a babysitter so he could go out.
"Your Mom has - has died. She was killed in a car accident last night," Dad finished. I gasped. Skye burst into tears. April had her eyes as wide as saucers. Danny's teeth seemed to be chattering. I felt numb. I was never going to see Mom again. . .
"Oh, my god. Your mom was - was killed?" said Angie, shocked.
"Yeah," I answered. "Dad had to move somewhere to get another job, now that Mom was gone. He sent us to this boarding school. He said we needed some time away from each other."
"I'm sorry, Caitlin," said Angie. I looked down. I was never going to see mom again . . .
