My mum had told me it was ok to have a leaving party for all my friends which made me a teensy weensy bit happy about leaving. But I didnt want to show them I was that easily defeated so I decided to stay mutually upset with them until the day i said goodbye. I really wished that I was still in a nightmare and that I was about to wake up but repeatedly pinching myself proved otherwise to the only theory I liked and had.
It was a saturday afternoon and I was still staring at the ceiling of my bed when I had a whole lot of things to do.
My mother told me that I was leaving on tuesday and that I had to be ready by then or she would take me there with or without the things I needed. It was fair to say that I wasn't going to pull anything and try and run away. I knew my mother and father loved me dearly but at this moment in time I disliked them dearly. The thought of me going to a posh and prancey boarding school with nerds and geeks surrounding me made me shiver.
From what I was fed about boarding school over the years made me have a whole new perspective about what it would be like. Stricter teachers, no freedom whatsoever, being locked up or put in solitary for not behaving, being bullied by the popular bratty girls who thought to high of themselves, going to sleep at 8 o'clock and having classes whenever teachers felt like it. To me this was all a nightmare. And then the thought of leaving my two best friends Amy and Roxy behind was tetimes worse than the actuall situation. We met right down from kindergarten and I was not thinking of going my seperate ways this soon. I didn't even know they had boarding school for college kids and my life basically depended on those two!
After much thinking and wriggling around in my comfy bed I heaved myself up and walked over to my wardrobe.
Every girls problem: having loads and loads of clothes but finding absolutely nothing to wear! (Or feeling that you have absolutely nothing).
After half an hour failing to find anything to wear, I decided on keeping on my pajamas which consisted of penguin covered shorts and an oversized t-shirt. I was also incredibly hungry so I would be having breakfast and lunch at the same time.
I made my way down to the kitchen and opened up the fridge to find yesterdays left over pizza on a saucer. I placed three slices of papa johns pizza into the microwave and then poured my self some apple juice.
I know what you're thinking, three slices! I couldn't care less, I was a girl who loved food. My flabby stomach would show you it was true.
I wasnt saying I was fat, more so that I would often forget to do any exercise. Walking to the fridge was an achievement...
The microwave pinged annoyingly and I grabbed the plate out of it. Then I gulfed down a slice of pizza and walked into the living room with the rest to watch tv.
My parents would never let me wake up this late and eat like this but they were at work so... I chuckled to myself at this fact.
My mother was a nurse and my father was a lawyer. They were hardly ever home. I did miss them most of the time, I used to wonder when the last time was when we actually spent time together but that was probably a life time ago.
I was really not prepared for the evening were everyone in my school would cramp into my house, I say cramp because there was a lot of people I knew very well at school and surely they wouldn't miss a chance at free alcohol and food. Me and my mum went shopping yesterday gathering everything I needed to make today a huge success. I bought a load of different CD's and loads of food. I even sneaked in a few vodkas and beer cases.
I never really drank or ever got drunk before, it was only the occasional glass of champane or wine I had at dinner parties or at weddings but judging from experience at other parties I knew that my friends would want to drown there sorrows down with a few drinks.
I however liked to stay sober and in control so that i could catch the memorable times my friends acted stupid when they weren't in there senses.