My Own Way

Chapter Two

Monday morning came faster than I thought it would do, all weekend I have been recieving calls and texts from the squad and Zac. I ignored them all, that way it will be a whole lot easier to let go. I haven't made the slightest bit of contact with my mother since that night and I don't planning on either. My brother is too busy caught up in his 'amazing' football to even acknowledge that my world is crumbling around me.

I put my last suitcase into the back of my car, with my fathers help. I didn't show any emotion what so ever, I didn't want to show my horrible, low life mother that I was bothered about her actions, but inside I am dying. And the only person who realises this is my dad. I shut the trunk of my car and faced my dad, my mother was watching us from the steps of the house.

''I'll miss you princess'' My dad whispered into my ear as I hugged him.

''I'll miss you too daddy, I'll come back in a for the holidays, as soon as I graduate I'll come back'' I smiled at him, well I tried my best to smile. It was probably the fakest smile in the world.

''I know you will, look when you get there look in the bright red box I snook into your car, I have a surprise for you'' He smiled at me, I looked at him confused then just shrugged my shoulders

''I'm going to miss having this red hair around, who will make my bacon and eggs in the morning?'' He asked, chuckling.

''I'm sure mum or Dan will make them for you'' I told him, getting into my car. I put the window down so I could still look at my dad.

''I think I'll pass, I don't want to die'' He laughed, Which caused me to laugh. I put the keys in the engine and started the car.

''Bye dad, I'll miss you'' I whispered.

''Bye kiddo'' He smiled, ruffling my hair. I giggled and drove off.

From the mirror I could see him standing there waving. A tear slipped out of my eye and down my cheek. I guess this is me leaving, I can't believe I am leaving everything here to go to some stuck up posh school. None the less, I would be like the girls there if it wasn't for my dad. So I have a lot to thank him for.

I turned on the CD player and a mixtape of all the songs I have danced to with my squad came booming through the speaker system. I'm going to miss them, I wonder how they are doing now? I know it's only been two days, but alot can happen in two days. I wonder if they are practicing for their new routine?

I think I have made the right desicion putting Georgina in charge, she's a brilliant dancer. But she's a little unorginised, but if I know them, Arianna will deffinatly help them in Nationals. I will be there, cheering them on. Even if it means I will be sitting on the sidelines and not on stage dancing with them. That saddens me, we have worked so hard to get were we are and now it's nothing to me.

Now I'm off to Miami, to a boarding school for girls. This is something my mother has wanted to do for ages. Sending me to a boarding school just like she was made to do when she was younger. I don't want to go, but the desicion has been made and I have to stick to it.

I've heard things about these boarding schools, they are nothing but bitchy. The girls are snobby and stuck up, great something I needed. I'm glad I'm not like them, well I am like them in social wise, but not in personality.

I just need to get there fast so I can get to my dorm and go to bed. It's been a long couple of days and a good sleep is what I needed. Plus I remember my mum telling me that my lessons don't start till Wednesday, which gives me time to look around.

Three hours later, one full CD and some crappy eighties tunes on the radio I finally reached Prepwood Boarding School for girls. As my eyes set on the school all I could think about was the Royal Family in London.