Life's Chances

Who cares about school? That's what I'm trying to convince myself to think. It's not like I'm a total nerd, but you know, it's good to think about your future. Darn, I am a nerd.

Who cares about school? That's what I'm trying to convince myself to think. It's not like I'm a total nerd, but you know, it's good to think about your future. Darn, I am a nerd.

I'm lucky though. A new school, a fresh start. I doesn't matter if my aunt is only sending me to boarding school so I stop taking up room in her house. It doesn't matter that I'm starting my post important year, Year 10, the start of my GCSE's, my life's chances, in a new school with no friends. No problem.

Is it just me or is it getting a bit hot in here? I can't breath. Deep breaths. That's it. Keep breathing. I don't need to pass out before I even get to the school.

"Carter, we're here," my uncle, Max, said.

I nodded slowly, not really listenimg. It's something you do, you know? When you don't want to hear something you don't hear it.

The car stopped outside an old building, probably where some rich and snooty old couple lived a hundread years ago. They've obviously tried to keep it to the style it was built as, but having exotic trees lining the road isn't the best for old times.

Shut up, Carter. I'm trying to dumb it down, not point out the non-obvious. I slap myself mentally as i step out of the car, trying to act as if I belong here. It's hard when you see half the femake population are sluts and the whole male population is hanging on to their asses.

i groan silently. Why, of all places, did I have to be sent to the place for the sluttiest girls in the whole UK?

"Well, this place is...different," Max said. "Much different to how Magnolia, your aunt, described it."

i rolled my eyes and resisted the urge to tell him i do happen to know what my witch-of-an-aunt is called. I startes walking up the path to the school, Max following a few steps behind.

I stood around while Max sorted out the paper work and contact details. He finally stood and gave me a quick, tight hug, embarrassing us both. I smiled nervously at him. It's not his fault. He doesn't know why Magnolia is sending me here.

"Call if you need something, or just want to chat," Max said. I nodded. "I'll miss you kid. Watch out for the jerks here. They'll say anything to get under your clothes."

i blushed as i heard his implication. "I will, uncle Max. I'll see you at Christmas then," I replied, ingnoring my warm face.

He smiled, squeezed my shoulder and walked back to his car. I watched him drive away before turning back in to the building.

Christmas is a long way off.

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