Part One

Mrs Roxanne Lily Mathews, Mrs Roxanne Lily Mathews, Mrs Roxanne Lily Mathews!

Even my diary hates me. Everywhere I look I'm reminded of what happened yesterday. Eughhhhhh! BANGGGGGG! There, that's what you deserve. Pfft, I guess my diary doesn't deserve his punishment. And neither do you as a matter of fact.

My name is Roxanne Lily Anderson, age 15, Rugby. Now don't start judging me from where I come from, I am not your typical teenager from this hell hole and I happen to see the best in the people within. I live in a small 2 bedroom house with my mum, Rachel and dog, Muffin. Chav, Slapper, Slag, Emo, Loner, Geek. Don't call me by anything other than what I am. I'm me, end of.

Anyway, you're probably wondering why I'm angry at my dear old diary. Well, I've been dating Shane Mathews for about 1 and a half years now and last night we went out for a meal for Valentines Day. It started off all romantic and everything as we were in the corner, secluded from the rest of the happy couples. And, well... I just can't think about it at the moment so we will have to come back to this, but my diary isn't going to continue existence as it is smothered in Mrs Roxanne Lily Mathews from cover to cover. Argh, stupid heap of rubbish!

Ding Dong

Someone else can get that, I'm moping.

"Roxy, Shane for you!" Mum yelled from the door. WHAT! SHANE! OF ALL THE NERVE!

*cough*"Mum, I'm not feeling too good,*cough* I don't really want to pass it on," I yelled back in my best attempt of an ill voice. It worked though, as I could faintly hear mum getting rid of Shane.

I really don't want to see him today or ever. That's the main reason I dropped out of high school, my mum isn't clued in on that little detail yet, but as soon as she reads the post she will be. I know I have to go the school to graduate, Shane isn't going to ruin my future, but that's where the other part of my great plan fits in. I'm going to go to boarding school. There is this really good website that has all the boarding schools in England on it. So I put in my postcode and asked for all the schools outside of a 50 mile radius to be sent to my mum for her to make the final decision. After all, I'm only 15 and she is my parent. First class means the info should be here this morning; now all I have to do is wait...

"ROXANNE ANDERSON, GET DOWN HERE. NOWWWWW!" I have this slight idea that my mum has received the post.

I slowly entered the living room with an innocent look plastered upon my face. I have been practicing for the past couple of hours on keeping the hurt and pain off of my face that is still racing around within my heart and mind.

"Hey mum, what's up?" I casually greeted, noticing a large pile of papers upon her lap.

"Roxy, I just got a load of boarding school details through the post from schools that have vacancies. Care to explain?" uh oh, that is not a happy face.

"Well, umm, you see. Well, I thought that if I was in an, umm, boarding school, I'd umm, be able to concentrate on my study's more than being in this town," Smooth, real smooth. I might as well have painted liar on my forehead.

"Ah, I see. Right, my next question. Who where you expecting to pay for you..."

"Mum, I already thought about that as well. You know how I have saved up my money for forever? Well, I was thinking if I go to a boarding school I'd receive better grades and maybe get a scholarship for a university," I'm running out of ideas here, help brain help. She has to buy that; she can get on with her life without me getting in the way, except for the holidays.

"Roxy, that seems like a very reasonable argument and I am happy that your education is the number one priority. However, as your parent I should be the one making this decision, so I'm going to think it over and get back to you. The thing that concerns me the most is that you dropped out of your current school." Ah shit, time to run.

"Yeah, I know you're disappointed. You'll get back to me, thanks for listening." And with that I made my escape back to my room.

Now I wait.