"How I survived Boarding School" Chapter 1 Part II
Sandy's POV
Sandy
Riiiinnng !
There goes my stupid alarm clock. I punched it of my table. Crack. Then there it goes, broken. I would care less. I got up from my bed, and went to the bathroom. I stared at the mirror. Damn, first day already? I thought. I hate school. It’s depressing. I washed my face. I went out of my room and passed the hairbrush. I never brush my hair. Usually, I don’t even care on what I look like. I came to my dresser and opened it. I threw on the uniform. The white t-shirt, and the ugly grey pants.
Let me tell you about myself. My name is Sandra Acoustic. I go by the name Sandy though. Sandra is to girly. I’ll start with my personality. I’m creative, and crazy. Those are good things. I’m mostly bitter and cold. I can be social, but I just hate people. I criticize a lot. Even though, I’m really trustable, I never break a promise and I don’t Lie. I do lie, but when it comes to something important I cant. One of my talents is Eating, Sleeping and texting, and studies. I also have another one and I’m not telling you.
I’m labeled as a tomboy. You’ll see me around wearing not so girly things. I went to go downstairs. I slid down the stairs. I met up with my siblings at the kitchen table. Let me tell you about my family. I used to live in Garden Grove CA, and then moved to Seattle because my mom wanted to move back to her hometown. I live with My mom, Younger brother and sister.
My Younger Sister, Nichole is in the seventh grade. She’s much more different than me. Let’s say opposite. Nichole is sophisticated. She is mean but in a different way. Then I have a brother in fourth grade. His name is Ron. Ron is shy around my mom but he’s outgoing, and really funny.
I went walked over to the calendar. It was exactly 3 months since I have been in Seattle. I really miss California though. All my friends were there, family, and everything I can possibly imagine. I hadn’t made any friends in here yet, I have a lot of neighbors though. I just never bothered myself to actually start an interesting conversation with any of them. Well I do sometimes hang out with my next door neighbors who are from around here. The thing is they aren’t even my age. They are just to childish for me.
My mom skied down the stairs. We were still eating our cereals in silence. I had finished mine, and was twirling my spoon around the empty bowl. “Eat. Then get in t
Car.” My mom demands me. Nichole and Ron are very slow eaters. Nichole was sipping the lasts her milk in the bowl. Ron had a few chunks to go. I examine them eating. They are seriously slow eaters. Nichole put her bowl down, and wiped her mouth with the
tissue. “Finished. Sandy you have some milk on your upper lip.” She states. I wipe it off with my sleeve. Then Ron the last one is still sipping the lasts of the milk. He then banged the bowl onto the table. “DONE!” He shouts. “Careful, Careful, You are going to break the table.” My mom says sarcastically.
We all grabbed our suitcases and followed behind my mom in a line as she takes us to the car. She starts it. Nichole claps her hands happily to go. Ron just plays with his Gameboy and I just lean my head to the window, attempting to sleep. “Ready?” My mom asks. “Yes.” We all said in slow motion at the same time.
It took us about five minutes to get there. I neighbor the school. My mom finds a place to park. It’s a huge traffic in the little parking lot they put down. O.K I admit, it’s not a small parking lot, it’s actually big. The thing is it’s really small for a school with about one thousand students. She found the spot and parks. We all get down. My mom pulls down the window. “Have a good semester, get good grades, control your behavior, and don’t annoy me.” She says. “Bye Mother, and I won’t” says Nichole. “Fine, I’ll miss you.” My mom replies. Nichole walks eagerly to the entrance gate. “Bye Mommy, I will miss you.” Ron says blowing kisses. My mom smiles. “Bye. I will miss you to.” Then finally me. “Goodbye Mother.” I say dramatically. “Stop that, I’ll miss you too.” She rolled up the window, I backed away and She left.
I walked into the entrance and saw practically millions of kids In grey and white. I looked for the Admin building to get my schedule, room key, and information. I walked into a line it was divided in two. New students and Past Students. For the New students was awfully big. Thank god it was divided in two. We first got our numbers and wait to sit down until they call us. The line got smaller and I made it. “Hi! I am Miss.Julian, Name please?” I hesitated making sure not to say Sandy. “Sandra Acoustic.” She went through filed and ripped out a strip of paper. “Here you go, please wait in the waiting room in front of the Admission office.” She smiles. I nod and take the slip. My number red 1124. I take a seat. Then I wait.
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