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St. Agnes Academy for Girls pt.1
"Bre, wake up your gonna be late for your flight." My mom, Linda, shouted with a drowsy tone. What the hell, where am I going? What does she mean by a flight last time I checked we couldn't afford a plane ticket to Houston from Dallas. Well I guess I am going somewhere; my suitcase was packed and it looks like it was going to bust at the seam of the zipper. "Mom!" I yelled at the top of my lungs making sure she could hear me from outside," What do you mean my flight?" I could hear her rummaging through all the bags and trying to make room for the last suitcase. I walked outside rolling my suitcase along with me and mplacing it where she had left enough space to squeeze it in the trunk of our '98 De Ville. "Baby girl, you're going to a boarding school!" She enthused with excitement as if she had won the lottery." You have been enrolled and school starts this Monday!" Mom was far more excited then I was. I just put on a lousy smile, got in the car and blasted my iTouch, that I had bought with the money I earned this summer by babysitting. It took about an hour to get to the DFW airport; I said goodbye to my teary eyed mother and she apologized that dad couldn't be there because he was pulling an extra shift at the factory. I had never been on a plane, but I was too damn tired to even experience it. As soon as I got to what seemed to be Los Angeles, since there was a big ass sign saying "LAX" I walked around clueless. I hadn't really thought out my whole plan on getting to the school my mom had forgotten to name, and as soon as I was going to scream. "FML!" A man pulled me aside and introduced himself as Greg Temple. He stood at about 6"2' and I'm guessing he was in his mid-thirties. He had short cropped brown hair and a slight toned build with a tattoo across his neck that read "Only God Can Judge ME". I was about to give him a good right hook, but then he stated that my mom Linda Marie Andrews, which by the way never tells anybody her middle name, had called for him to escort me to Saint Agnes Academy for Girls. He wore a tailored chauffeur outfit and some dress shoes and had dark ray-bans to cover his eyes. Though he looked like a reformed convict I decided to jump on in the glistening black Lincoln. During the drive I decided to turn my iPod on since it was awfully quiet, and the first song to come on during the shuffle just happened to be "Take Me Anywhere" by Tegan and Sara. I started to sing to the beginning,
Bright just like the stars above me
Proud just like my mother planned it
Short on all the things I don't want
I'm full of love and longing
but noticed that Greg, the driver, just stared at me through the car mirror. I listened to a few of Missy Higgins songs and next thing you knew I was in front of a black high-gated school that looked like it belonged to Queen Elizabeth back in England. It had the smallest details of angels and saints in just the mere top border of the school. I kept thinking I was at some fancy school such as Harvard or Cambridge, but it was just the far from austere St. Agnes Academy for Girls. Greg dropped me off and lead me to the what I supposed was the front office. I gave the receptionist my name " Breanna Lynn Andrews" She typed it up and printed out my schedule and dorm number. She handed me the schools' Code of Conduct and all that good stuff. She rolled her chair over to what seemed to be a inventory room and gave me a over the shoulder bag with the schools coat of arms on the far right and, the schools preppy uniforms along with a heavy basket that was covered with a thick cloth. Greg had enough brain cells to grab my bags after a few minutes of me struggling to take everything to my room. I looked at the map of the school and found my dorm room right away. We walked over there and were greeted with a lovely sign that said "Stay Out!" Me being myself I opened the door without a knock, and was greeted with a not so warmhearted hey-who-the-hell-do -you-think-you-are stare. I apologized and said that I always had a tendency to do things I knew were considered inappropriate. She laughed and said that she was the same way. Jamie, my roommate, was kind of tall and she was slim with an athlete's body. She had her dark brown hair up in a bun and was wearing what seemed to be a basketball tee for St. Agnes' team. Jamie informed me about certain people in school and the cliques that were there. She went on and on about our homeroom teacher Miss Gallery and how she was so bipolar. As soon as Jamie hit the sheets, I decided to find out what was in the basket. I lifted the cloth upand was surprised to see an iMac laptop and a blackberry just cooly sitting there. I knew that it wasn't a gift from my parents right away because money was tight, which made me wonder how my parents could afford to send me to a school like this. There was a hand-written note that said,
Dear Breanna,
I found out from your counselor back at your old high school that you have a special gift that is to be unnamed. I decided to pay for you to attend to this school of high regards in order for you to be educated with the best quality. I understand your views on religion, but if you haven't figured it out yet you are attending a catholic school. I hope you enjoy your sophomore year at St. Agnes. I also hope you enjoy the gifts that will be necessities in order for you to go through the school year. Do not worry about contacting me. I will get in touch with you.
With sincerity,
Your Benefactor.
What the hell? Was the only thought that went through my mind. I went to sleep in an instant and woke up to Jamie violently shaking me. I woke up and got ready by showering and drying and straightening my hair. I dabbed on a little bit of eye liner and mascara. I combed my hair and my side swept bangs. I put on the god awful uniform that consisted of a white Ralph Lauren polo, a silk tie, plaid skirt with shades of blue lines, white socks that ended right below the knee, and some black and white dress shoes. I didn't feel like tucking my shirt in and my tie hung loose. Jamie looked all prim and proper like the freakin' poster child, while I looked like the unwanted child. I just laughed at this thought and followed Jamie over to homeroom. Miss Gallery would be our teacher for every single subject, so if you hated her welcome to hell. She kind of reminded me of that one teacher in Loving Annabelle but those were just my thoughts. We were the first ones there and Jamie had completely forgotten to tell me that at 7 am to 8 you could go to the dining hall and have breakfast with the other students. Good thing she had came prepared. She passed me a cinnamon pop tart that I shoved down. As soon as the bell rang at 8, 14 other girls came strolling in, but one just caught my eye. She had caramel colored hair that was lightly tousled and her uniform fit her perfectly. She had hazel eyes that just looked at you and made you melt. She didn't wear much make up at all unlike the other girls in here that looked as if the heat in here got kicked up a few notches it would just melt off their face. She glanced over at me and gave me an angelic smile. I had butterflies in my stomach, and I hadn't felt that since middle school. I was openly gay to my friends and family and no one really seemed to care, and if they did they just minded their own business. Miss Gallery called out role and I waited for what seemed like hours for her to call out the mysterious girls name: Adrianna Wellington. I tried my hardest to pay attention to Miss Gallery but I really couldn't I would glance over at Adrianna, and sometimes I swear she would be looking at me. As soon as lunch came we all made our way over to the dining hall where there individual round dining room tables that you would see in a rich persons abode. I took a seat by myself since the food was the center piece. I served myself some pasta and grilled chicken. I grabbed a chilled bottled water and began to eat. I began to hear whispers and the whole school became silent. I looked around to see Adrianna walking over to me. My heart began to quicken and skip a couple of beats. I took one long gulp and turned around as if nothing special was happening.
