I go to boarding school with the president's son

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Wesson Hills. I was actually going. I still could not believe that my parents were letting me go to a boarding school far far away from home. Distancewise, it wasn't that bad, just a thirteen hour drive or so. But I mean atleast thirteen hours away from my parents. at all times? No weekends or anything. This was going to be interesting.

Okay, so I'm guessing it's time for a little recap. My name is Tara Reed. I grew up in a little town in middle Mississippi, about twenty minutes away from its capital. I have made straight As my entire life. We're liberal, with conservative values. Being liberal, yeah- that's very rare for the deep south. and now...I was getting out of this hellhole. Let me tell you how. After making good grades, going to nationals for math and science, and scoring a 36 (perfecto!) on the ACT, I started getting flyers from boarding schools all over the country. I took the test required to switch into an independent school (private) aced it, and sent out for scholarships. After getting back the replies from the schools, much diminished due to the request for a scholarship, I weighed the pros and cons of each and made my pick. I had a full scholarship to Wesson Hills, the equivalent of $40,000. And I was going. I mean, my family is situated in the upper middle class with my dad as an anesthesiologist and a stay-at-home mom, but reallly? 40,000 was a bit much with an older brother in college. So yeah, I was naturally a little nervous the day I was taking my flight to my new school.

My parents smiled sadly at me as I dragged my suitcase towards the gate for my flight. I was past the point they could have access to me, or they would have been on top of me giving me bear hugs and kisses making me promise to write and not do anything bad. I waved and waved at them at the turning corner, the point beyond which, I wouldn't see them for a while. They waved back smiling and blowing kisses. I already missed them. The woman behind me shoved me around the corner, and then..they were gone.

I sighed as I got into the airplane. I plugged in my iphone, a going away present (along with a pretty little macbook), and leaned back to fall asleep, and hope for the best. It was only the third week of August, and school started the first week of September. The whole freshman year had to arrive early for "get to know eachother" activities. Since it was a secondary school, all of the ninth graders were new arrivals. This did make me feel little better. I looked at the map section of the T.V. on the back of the chair in front of me. Omigod. we were practically there. better pop some gum in.

After I got off of my plane, I followed the crowd and signs to the main terminal of the airport. Glancing around I saw a chubby woman with blonde hair and dark roots was holding a sign with my name on it. I ran towards her.

"Hi, I'm Tara," I said

"Oh! Hi Tara. I'm Gina. What a pretty girl. Now we've got a van waiting for us outside. Do you need to get your luggage from baggage claim?" she asked.

I nodded my head. I had about four hot pink bags of various sizes. The Diane Von Furstenburg "hearts" set.

We went to pick up my bags, put them on a cart and lugged them outside. Apparently I hadn't been the only student arriving today I noticed as I saw a boy and a man piling in a northface backpack and an enormous dark blue and orange Tommyhilfiger suitcase. The guy stepped out from behind the van. He was a few inches taller than me with sandy colored hair that seemed to keep falling in his dark brown eyes. He had well defined features with thin pink lips, and he was wearing a dark brown Hollister t-shirt with a pair of stonewashed jeans. The overall effect was pretty good.

"Okay kids, just pile in the car. Tara, this is Jesse. Jesse, Tara," said the man who'd been helping Jesse put his suitcase in the van.

Jesse looked at the open door, then looked at me. "Ladies first," he said, gesturing at the door with his hand and looking me up and down. I SO did not feel like being checked out by some random stranger, but since I'd done it to him I let it pass and scrambled into the van.