"Lucy! Lucy, come on now wake up! You're going to be late to college!"
I woke up all of a sudden and sat up quickly, while someone slapped across my face. I was used to it, even if it still hurts my face. I'm surprised that my face wasn't bleeding loads because of the pain. I turned to my left and up close to my face, was a face. I jumped, wide eyed and put my hand to my chest, to my almost stopping heart. I get scared very easily. I swear I was going to have a heart attack on of these days. While trying to get my breathing back to normal, someone was switching the ceiling light on.
"What time is it?" I asked, while rubbing my eyes. I was extremely tired and confused.
"6:30am," replied my stepbrother, Nathan, in a husky voice. He was still in his pyjamas. Or just in his pyjamas bottoms and no top. He was looking at me with his bright blue eyes, ruffled brown hair, with horrible smirk. He loved waking me up in the morning. He loved himself far too much, with himself being tanned and having a six pack. I rolled my eyes. I wished he covered it up. I know he'll have a terrible life sooner than later the way he's going, I thought. I believe in karma and it will come back to him. Sometimes I wondered how I survived this family, throughout all these years.
"I don't need to be there until 10!" I scowled, narrowing my eyes at him. I knew there was a reason behind waking me up.
"I know, but my mother wants to get your stuff ready and leave early so you're prepared."
Liar, in other words; you can't wait to get rid of me.
"Fine, I'll get ready now."
Nathan left the room and left me to get ready. I just sat there, in my not-so-comfy bed, staring at all the brown boxes around me, just full of my stuff in. I will be honest; I'm scared but excited to be leaving here. I took a deep breath. This is it, I thought, I'm moving to college and into an accommodation. In other words, a Private Sixth Form Boarding School. I cannot wait. Pulling the duvet off me, I put on a pair of clean jeans, a white laced top on and an orange blazer on. I quickly brushed my brown hair and left it falling down, passing my shoulders and quickly added some make up on; foundation to hide my freckles and mascara around my green eyes, just so I looked and decent. I looked at the alarm clock. 7:15 Am. I've still got time. I didn't bother with breakfast so I skipped it, due to nerves and I quickly brushed my teeth and made sure I've packed everything. I looked at my room again; White walls, old fashioned curtains, that look like something from the Victorian times and cold wooden floor boards. I'm glad to be moving out from here. 7:38 Am. I picked up a box and carried it downstairs. I saw my stepfather, John, on a sofa, reading today's newspaper. He didn't look up nor say anything to me once. To be honest, I've always been invisible to him. I only existed at the dinner table or when it's someone's birthday. I turned around to go outside and put my stuff into my stepmother's car, until my stepfather said something to me.
"Lucy."
I turned around. John put the newspaper onto one side and put his glasses off onto a table, next to his cup of coffee. He looked up at me, with his grey, bluish eyes. He put his hand through his short grey hair and stood up, in his tidied woolly, red jumper and dark jeans. He came over to me and stood before me. I took a deep breath and felt very scared. This was either going to go either well or bad. Even though I've been abused these past few years, today and in the future, I will never look back in my past. Today onwards, it's a new beginning for me. I put the box with my belongings down, to one side for a moment.
"Lucy," he said again. He took my hand and handed me over a box; A box that looked like something from the jewellers. "Take it. It's from your mother. According to Police, her family said, that she wanted you to have it, before your 16th birthday."
I looked at him, as though he was saying a sick joke. I opened the box and immediately recognised it. My mum used to wear it all the time around her neck. It was a silver unicorn, with real gold for the horn. My brother and I loved it and always used to ask her about it all the time. She even told us bed time stories that involved the creature into them. I felt like crying. How did they get their hands on this?! How long did they have it here?! I was just overwhelmed at the fact I've got something from my mam and to remember her by. I put the necklace back into the box and closed it. I put the box into my blazer pocket.
"Thank you," I said.
John nodded his head and turned around and walked back to the sofa, to finish reading the newspaper. I knew we weren't close to say anything personal and from why happened in the past. But he knows I will never forgive them. I picked the box with my belongings up and walked outside onto the drive to find Nathan and my stepmother, Miranda, putting the rest of the boxes into the Audi. When did they get my stuff? And when did Nathan get ready? He's never a quick person to get ready and my stepmother were just wearing....pink: Pink skirt, pink heels, pink blazer, pink top and a pink hat. Pink everything.
"Lucy! Finally, you're nearly ready to set off! And I know you're 3 months late into this term, but you still have a lot of time to make friends."
You're only doing this on purpose and hoping I suffer without friends, I thought, while sighing. She was trying to smile. Obviously she couldn't with all the plastic surgeries she's had, along with her blonde hair and fake extensions, eye lashes and nails. Basically, she was a very fake person.
"Are you nearly ready?" She asked, in her very high pitched voice, which could do anyone's head in.
"Err; yeah I think I just need to put this into the car and double check I've got everything. Then we can get going."
"Good. The earlier we go, the more prepared you'll be. And Nathan, get the box and put into the car."
Nathan mumbled something underneath his breath, which his mother giggled, but when she saw my face looking at them suspiciously, so she punched her son with her handbag and it was obviously something about me. Nathan grabbed the box while I headed back into my bedroom, to make sure I have got everything. I ran upstairs and into the empty bedroom. An empty bedroom, I thought. I wouldn't think that I'd escape or leave this place, ever. I smiled. It has been ages since I last smiled. I took a deep, happy sigh and close the bedroom door. I headed outside, walked out of the front door and got into the car. That was the last time I'll ever be in that house. It felt very weird, knowing I don't belong there anymore. Since Nathan is very nosey and always wants to sit in the front seat, he came with us, Miranda and me. I sat in the backseat, out of their way. John didn't come outside to say goodbye. The gift from my mother was his goodbye. I felt a little pressure off myself for not having to see him again. 9:15Am. Miranda started the car and then we drove off, with the help from the sat nav. I turned around to see the house for the last time, I felt a little upset, and knowing I've been there for most if my life and now heading to somewhere completely new, but I could have sworn I saw John outside, watching us go. I turned back around and stayed quiet until we got there. Miranda and Nathan were arguing about stupid stuff, about music and art, blasting out awful auto tune music, while I sat in the back, being extremely quiet. I was staring out, into the window, watching people with their children or friends, laughing and carrying on. I didn't have friends. I was badly bullied back at my old school, which is why I left and came here to a private boarding school and hopefully it was different. I suddenly noticed we were in the country side, driving amongst trees, bushes and forests. I looked at my watch. 9:37, we’re nearly there, I thought. It should take up about 45 minutes, but with this speed, probably less than that. And then I realised I spoken to soon. We were indicating into very large, golden gates and drove down into a large, long, creamy stone road which was heading towards a very huge building, The Private Sixth Form boarding school. I was here. It looked very beautiful. 'Clinton College' the sign said. I was finally here. Here at last. Parking outside the front doors of the boarding school, I heard Nathan telling his mother that he wished he was going here instead, while she was telling him to stay in the car. I was overwhelmed. The car stopped and I opened the door to get out. I went over to the boot, when suddenly I heard a voice.
"Welcome to Clinton College! You must be Lucy Pather."
I turned around to see who it was. It was an older looking woman. She must probably be in her late forties, with brown hair, with grey roots showing, wearing a rather posh, grey suit and wearing low, black heels. She had big brown eyes, but very thin lips, which made her scary. She was walking down the steps, much like a cat like way, very quiet and full of caution.
"Yes, I am indeed."
"Great! I finally meet you, Lucy. I am Ms Dorothy, Headmistress at Clinton College boarding school. We do hope you would enjoy it here."
It sounded like she smoked. I even smelled it from her. We both shook each other's hands and it seemed she had a very firm grip. I don't know whether I like her yet. She seems to be a person to keep secrets from you. I'll be very cautious of her while I'm here.
"And you must be her Foster parent, Miranda, nice to meet you as well."
"Yes, it's so nice to meet you too," Miranda said with a false smile. She clearly wanted to go home.
"We've got people to take your stuff to your room so please, don't worry about that. You'll be in the girl’s dormitory. Both sexes are separated. There is a curfew when to be in your room and you'll be receiving a timetable in just a bit. Leave your stuff to the maids. They will take them to your very own room. The college starts tomorrow, just in case you were wondering why it was quiet."
Miranda opened the boot and a group of women, who both appeared out of nowhere and all look incredibly stunning, all grabbed a box each and head to the building where the rooms are.
"Well then, say shall we head indoors? You can also say your goodbyes here, since I'll be asking someone to show you around the place. I don't want any noise or disturbance throughout the college."
I had a hunch she was referring to both Nathan being very loud and Miranda been very up herself. I turned around and surprisingly, Miranda hugged me.
"Good luck," was all she said and head back into the car, while Nathan being Nathan, just waved.
They soon drove off and I noticed that I was already heading into Sixth Form, walking behind Ms Dorothy. I was very eager to see what my year had in store for me.
Little did I know I made the most regrettable mistake of my life.
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