"No!"
"God! You're both childish and on a sugar ban!"
"God! You're both mean and totally uncool!"
Let me explain. Aunt Louisa decided for some unknown reason, that I'm not trusted to actually go to school, so she drove us in, and now she's insisting to walk me to the reception so I can't escape. Lea ran away from her ages ago, I tried too but she just dragged me back.
"What's uncool is the fact that you're so untrustworthy I have to walk you to the reception!"
"Then don't."
"If I don't, your off sugar, deal?"
"Fine, I'm moving." I slowly get up and out of the car, trudging over to Aunt Louisa.
"Better!"
"I'll just get expelled instead."
"You do that your being shipped off to boarding school."
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"Can I help?" An middle aged lady with a tonne of wrinkles looks up from her desk. Her blonde hair is streaked with grey and pinned up in a precarious bun.
"No, I just waited bloody five minutes in this hell hole to say 'hi'."
"Will you stop it Callie." Aunt Louisa hisses.
"Stop what?"
"Being rude."
"Being What?"
"Do not make me repeat myself."
"I'm not making you."
"Callie, if you carry on I'm shipping you away to greenwood boarding school." Her face is completely serious, she isn't joking.
"Right... I'll go practise my spellings."
"Callie! Stop this instant!"
"Stop what? Your the one continuing this conversation."
"One more word and you leave tomorrow, I do not want you near my children like this, you're a bad influence!"
"You're not much better!"
"How dare you!"
"How dare I What? Tell the truth!"
"We're leaving."
"Yay! No school!"
"Oh there will be school, a hellish, posh, stuck-up boarding school."
"Why send me There?"
"To sort you out."
"It won't work."
"Oh it will. It worked for your mother, so it'll work for you."
"My mum went to school in America? And what do you mean it worked for her."
"She was an utter rebel. At least twice as bad as you, so our parents sent her to Greenwood. It sorted her out pretty well."
I follow aunt Louisa out in shock, amazed at this rush of new information. As much as I hate the idea of going to school, going to the same place as my mum doesn't seem so bad, it's like discovering some hidden part of her.
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