CHAPTER TWO
"Wow, so you actually got in huh?" James said while we were at our lockers.
"Yeah, guess so. It's uh, going to be different. That's for sure." I slammed my locker shut and leaned against it. "Do you think I'll survive?" I said looking up at the ceiling. James laughed and shuffled his backpack around.
"Not a chance," he stated. The bell rang signaling fifth period, my last class of the day. I entered my English class and took a seat next to Cecelia. She was obviously anticipating my arrival due to her large grin. I began piling out my supplies from my backpack onto my desk, acting as if it was any other day. The fact of the matter was it wasn't going to be an ordinary school day, but my last day attending school in the United States.
"So, tell me! Are you ready to take on Britain?" Cecilia squealed.
"I don't think I'm ever going to be ready." Cecilia has been my best friend for 5 years now. Her family actually suggested private school for me. She has been a huge, yet annoying part of my life. Cecilia was the social butterfly, and I was that girl who hid in the bathroom at dances whenever a slow song would come on to escape the humility of standing there alone. Nevertheless Cecilia was the only one I could really talk to since I had no siblings. Then there was James.
I had a huge crush on James throughout my freshmen year of high school. I'm now a junior, and I can't look at him the way I used to. His brotherly actions towards me have made me look at him for friendship and support, and not a date to the prom.
"So, you're not going to forget about us right?" Cecilia's tone became more serious.
"Of course how could I forget you guys? I'm going to need someone to gossip about all the hot English boys." I gave her a meaningful smile and averted my attention to the teacher.
The moment I stepped in the door was the same exact moment I wanted to run back out. My mother had BBC on the the television and she was surrounded by shopping bags full of stuff, probably for me. "Uh, what are you doing?" I said in an accusing tone.
"Helping to get you ready for your big trip!" She claimed. I was almost positive she just felt like shopping. "Look! I got you suitcases, new clothes, and just look at these shoes!" My mother held up a pair of black pumps with a four inch heel. "A packet came for you today, it listed all the things you would be needing. I hope you don't mind I opened it." It was hard to get mad at my mother. Her exuberant personality makes it seem like she doesn't know any better.
"No um, not at all. So you bought me all new clothes?" I observed.
"Yes, and I went ahead and put in an order for your uniform, which required shoes like these." She held up the pumps again.
"Uniform?!"
"I'm sure it won't be that bad." My mother went about her business watching t.v. and organizing her purchases.
I had been accepted to a school in Britain. I would be leaving my friends behind. My mother was more excited than I was. I haven't seen my father since last night at dinner, and he was just about as thrilled as my mother.I would be living with a man I've never met with other boarders in a large house. Did I really want to do this? Boy, I needed a smoke.
