“I’m sorry,” Mum said. “But I’ve got no choice and you never know, boarding school might be fun.”
Boarding school? Fun? She was deranged.
“Mum please, don’t do this…” I licked my lips, searching desperately for an argument that might work. So, maybe I deserved to go to this school. It was my own fault that I’d been kicked out of my last three schools and had been brought home by the police numerous times, but I could change that. I was willing to change that. Boarding school would be the end of me. “You can’t. I won’t.” But deep down, I knew she would, and most certainly could. I’d never been a good child, I knew that. Becoming a teenager had only made me worse. But what teenager isn’t a hormonal monster ready to storm the house and defy their parents? It’s natural to want to go against what your parents force on you… isn’t it?
“You’re going Savannah. It’s not an option right now. This isn’t something that’s up for debate. We just can’t handle you anymore, and you’ve lost every chance of getting into another high school. You only got into the last one because of your fathers connections with the head, and we made an awful lot of promises that you would be good. Promises you broke within the first month. I’m surprised they kept you so long at all! Enough is enough Savannah.”
I looked away from her and cast my eyes downwards, staring at the floor. She was right. They had gone to high heavens to try to get me into that school and all I’d done was mess it up yet again. I’d promised to stay out of trouble and not get into fights, but I’d made enemies in the first week and had my first fight during week two. For the last three months I’d been getting home schooled, but it really wasn’t working out. There were too many arguments involved.
“Damn you to hell,” I muttered, tears touching my eyes. I wouldn’t cry. Not here, not in front of her.
“I’m sorry, Sav.” Mum’s eyes were emotionless, shuttered. She didn’t look like my mother right then, just standing there showing no emotion at all. She seemed like a stranger, and it scared me seeing her like this. “Go start packing. We’re dropping you off in the morning.”
No! In the morning? That was too soon. How could I do everything I needed to do before morning? I had friends to see, things to do. My mother was about to completely destroy my life, and I only had a matter of hours to end it in.
We stood there for a few more seconds, just staring at each other. Behind mums shuttered expression there was a hint of despair and loss, but more than that, there was a hint of relief. And that hurt.
I turned briskly, and left the room, with my head held high and my shoulders back. When I reached my room, I let the tears fall freely. The shaking began, and I collapsed to the floor as shudders took over me and the dam broke free.
Our car pulled up in front of a large wrought iron gate with a pair of large gargoyles on either side. They were massive stone structures of large, winged cats with bird like heads. Griffins. The eyes of the bird heads seemed to follow us, their gazes never leaving our car. I gulped. I had a bad feeling about this place.
My gaze jumped back to the road in front of us as dad put the car in gear. Somewhere in the last few minutes the large gates had opened silently, not even a squeak cutting across the silence. We drove up a long driveway, and slowly, the building came into sight. The building was amazing, it truly was. It was a massive brick building with a white trip. Rows of windows lined the front and the roof was a dark grey slate with towering chimneys. But the most amazing part of it was the entrance way at the front. Four large, white pillars stretched from the ground right up to where the gable roof reached out, covered in decorative fascias.
“Come on, Savannah. Out.” My gaze snapped back to dads’ and I realized that we’d already pulled up outside the entrance, and mum and dad were already outside the car. This place was really doing weird things with my head. I’d never so completely lost track of time by just staring at something, certainly not twice in a matter of minutes. I just hoped I got a grip on myself soon, something told me this was not a place I wanted to lose myself in. Besides, it was a boarding school, and the very last place on this earth that I wanted to be. I would not like this place. Would not.
I climbed out and flung my backpack onto my shoulder. Dad led the way up the step between the pillars and I couldn’t help but follow the length of them up. They seemed endless. This place was enormous.
Dad stopped in front of the large oak doors and raised the knocker. The sounds seemed to reverberate throughout the entire building. As crazy as it sounded, it felt like the whole building stopped in its tracks at the noise, waiting for us to enter.
I looked around, and noticed a matching pair of statues at either end of this little porch area. They looked like phoenixes, and they reminded me of the griffins by the gates. I looked up at the nearest ones face and gulped. Its dark, obsidian eyes seemed to stare directly at me, and brought feelings of trepidation flooding through my senses. There was something about this place that set alarm bells ringing in my head.