Olivia stepped into the parking lot and breathed in deeply, to clear her mind. With a quick look over it she recognized her... class-mates. She sighed in relief. She was glad to be rid of the school; not just the teachers, but the students. Not just the stuck up cheerleaders or the bullies. Everyone. This boarding school was her personal hell. Part of it was her own fault though. At the beginning of the year people had talked to her, but pretty soon they had realized she was antisocial. She didn’t want to hear about their new boyfriend or their awful grade. When they stopped she was invisible marked as a freak, and no one tried again.
Scanning the parking lot for her father’s car, Olivia fingered her necklace. It was a tiny jar of sand on a thin silver string. The jar was slender and about an inch long. Instead of a cork, there was a small lock. Through the years, Olivia had tried all the keys she could find, but it never worked. She picked up her luggage as her dad’s silver SSC Ultimate Aero pulled up.
Olivia sighed as she slipped in. She hated it when people stared at her because of her dad’s money. Yes, the people who went to Keystone were on the upper scale money wise, but they weren’t millionaires. There were only a few things she liked about her dad. One; he didn’t attempt a conversation because he knew she despised him. Two; she only saw him about once a year. Three; he gave awesome allowances.
Only a few words were spoken between Olivia and her father until they drifted into silence. This car ride was going to be way too long. The closest place she had ever had to a home was her grandparent’s house. She sifted through her memories, pausing for a moment at each one. There she was easily learning how to swim. Her grandma always said she had been like a fish from the start.
She was climbing a tree, escaping from whatever monster she had thought up. In those woods all her fantasies were real, and she was the main character. Sometimes even if she wasn’t pretending she would see a dragon or banderbear, like a huge fantasy book. Or maybe a different world. Then she watched as her grandma hung clothes on the line making Olivia’s porch bedroom into a swirl of colours. She let her thoughts wonder freely in her mind, taking her back in her day dreams.
They were interrupted when her father said it was time for lunch. Of course he had to go to a fancy restraunt, and it took forever to get their food. Her father talked about politics like always. Who talks about politics to their 15 year old daughter? She didn’t even try to make it seem like she cared. She played with her food, sometimes responding with a yeah or hmmm. He topped it off by complaining about her clothes, even though she already knew tank-tops and doodled on jeans weren’t up to his standards. She was pretty good at blocking people out though.
The last few hours of the trip dragged by, Olivia couldn’t wait to get there. She absentmindedly pulled her brush through her red hair and re-applied her light makeup. She looked nothing like her dad. Pale skin against tan. Red fly away hair next to her dads sleek and black. Their shape was mostly the same just not the colouring. She sighed wondering what her mother looked like.
She stared out the window. There was countryside all around her. They were getting close. When they finally pulled up all of Olivia’s built up excitement rushed out at once and she leaped out of the car while it was still moving. The old Minnesotan farm house was perfect.
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I know this is really bad in all aspects. Sorry. . .
I will work on that.
I made some changes. 
