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Sparks fly in this chapter. Hope you like this one.

Chapter 3: A Clean Slate

That day, as I boarded the plane, I felt an unreal calmness and contempt wash over me. I was thinking that by the time I got to Montana I would have no family, no friends, no boyfriend, and no one to comfort me. Though all this was going through my head it didn't bother me. I was in my zombie phase again. Not hearing, not feeling, and certainly not seeing the beautiful sights that surround me. I sat down in my seat, not even noticing that I'm in the first class. I go to sleep not worrying about not getting off the plane. This flight goes straight to Montana. The only thing I remember the lady next to me saying as she babbled on was that she would wake me when we landed. Half of my stuff was sent a few days ahead of me and I was worried that someone would dig through it. I slept the whole way to Montana, not even getting up to go to the bathroom. I was slowly dropping into a deep, deep depression and I really didn't care at this point. I wanted it to take me by the throat, to consume me, over take me, and possibly kill me. We finally arrived in Montana extremely exhausted even though I slept the whole way. This ordeal had completely drained me of all energy and spirit. I stepped out the plane and went get my baggage. I walked out to the parking lot and saw a young man maybe about my age standing in front of a new sunset red Chevy Avalanche holding a sign with my name on it. He had dirty blond hair, a strong cut jaw line, he was tall, and was well proportioned. He hasn't seen me yet as I start to sob silently. I quickly wipe my tears away as he looks toward me. He must have guessed that I was the person he was to escort.

"Hi, I'm Alex. You must be Karen."

" Yes. That would be me."

I give a little giggle as I walk toward the truck.

"Is this mine?"

"Yep sure is."

"Well I guess I'll put my stuff in it then."

"You rich or something? Parents don't want to deal with you, so they ship you over here?"

I despise him for saying this.

"Let's go so I can get situated in this stuck up school that I guess you go to too."

He was wearing a collared button down shirt that had a crest on the breast pocket and right underneath it, it said, Lanyard's Academy for Boys and Girls. He looked hurt at the comment I made, but I didn't care. He hurt me too. He had no right to say what he said. He doesn't even know me. We got in the truck and the only time we would talk was if he was giving me instructions on where to go.

"Hey what's your favorite kind of music?"

I really didn't want to answer him, but his smooth glossy smile was filled with honesty and so much charisma, that I don't see how anyone could stay mad at him.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I should have kept my big mouth closed. I don't know what's going on in your life and I shouldn't assume like that."

"That's alright. I was out of line too. I shouldn't have said what I said about your school. I don't know what your school is like and I shouldn't be so judgmental. I like a little bit of all the genres of music to tell you the truth."

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from Florida. What about you?"

"Well I was born here and then we moved, but not to long after they sent me here. They told me it would be the best thing for me."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"You have no need to be sorry. You didn't send me here. Ha. Ha."

"Wow his laugh. I was so enchanting, so lively, and so mesmerizing."

"Oh. Turn right here. This is it!"

We turn into the school and get out of the truck. He gets my luggage out of the truck. I guess he warmed up to me now that we had a little chat or maybe he just has to act like a gentleman now that he is back on school grounds. Since he got my luggage this time.

"O.K. This is Cambridge Hall. You will be living here…"

Living here? It sounds like a sentence for eternity. Like I'm never going to leave. I feel myself drowning. Drowning in an ocean of sorrow and grief.

"… I live here too. The girls are on the bottom floor and the boys are on the top. You are in room 19. The Head will come and talk to you about our schedule and things of that nature. Uh oh, I have to go! I'm going to be late for work! Gotta go! Bye!

He dropped my bags inside the door and left. I started to unpack and noticed that all of my stuff hadn't been dug in and was waiting for me in my room.

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