I stepped out of the car and into the bright sunlight. It was chilly outside so I zipped up my jacket. In front of me was a huge mansion, which has now become a boarding school. I am to attend school here for the next year or more if my parents decide.

"Here are your bags miss," the driver said in his British accent, handing me my two suit cases and my violin.

I took the bags. "Thanks," I said in a normal accent, an American accent. Well, normal to me because I grew up around it, but probably strange to him since he didn't.

I put one suit case down to wave at the driver as he drove away and when he was gone I grabbed it again and started toward the school. I didn't get very far considering the bags were too heavy for me to carry. A whole two years in gym and this is what I get? I tried to think of what I could have possibly put in there that could make them so heavy, but I couldn't remember since I packed them in a hurry. I was so mad at my mom for sending me here that I just shoved things in. I really hope that in my immature act to vent my feelings, I didn't forget anything important. Finally after useless minutes of trying to lift my bags I gave up and started to drag them toward the school instead. In my opinion this wasn't any better, but at least it got me to the door. Now up the stairs was a different story entirely. Who what puts a main office upstairs anyway?

When I finally got up the stairs I felt like my arms were going to fall off. Upstairs looked really nice though. The floors were dark hardwood, the walls were a brownish color, and the lighting was a bunch of dim chandeliers.

I looked at the school map my mom had printed out on her computer. The main office was all the way at the end of the hall. I groaned and started dragging. I decided to leave my bags outside. I walked into the small office. Even though it was small and starting to trigger my claustrophobia, it looked nice also. The walls were tan, the floor was also cherry hardwood, and there was a bunch of random pictures on the walls, which only made it look more crowded. I walked up to the desk and introduced myself to the thin blonde woman sitting there. "Hi my name is Shiye Wells. I was told to come and see you for my room and class schedule."

"Here you go dear," she said handing me my papers and the key to my room. "Welcome to the England Academy of Performing Arts."

"Thank you," I said trying to imitate her accent. I could tell it wasn't very convincing since she rolled her eyes and turned away.

I sighed. I turned to leave when I looked down and noticed that the laces on my sneaker were untied. I bent down to tie them, double knotting them so they would come untied again. When I got up I saw a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I guess I could be classified as pretty. I have long copper colored curls that reached my waist. I had really pale skin though, but my cheeks were so rosy it made up for it. I think my eyes are my most powerful asset, my big hazel eyes, and the same color of my mother's.

I chuckled. It's been only hours in England and I already miss her as if I've been gone for years. I thought I would never forgive her for sending me millions of miles away from Kansas, my life, but I realize that in some distant reality of hers that this is what she thought was best for me. I'll be sure to call her when I get up to my room and apologize.

As soon as I was outside the office I looked at my room number, 916. Then I looked at my map. I groaned. My room was eight more floors up. I took my two suit cases in my hands and started to drag them up the stairs, muttering curse words as I went. This is ridiculous, I thought, haven't these people ever heard of an elevator? I shook my head and kept dragging.

It took me forty five minutes to get to my room. I know this because every three seconds I looked down at my watch. I was really surprised that I made it up here at all. I really thought that I was going to collapse on the 5th flight. I took my key and turned it in my door knob. I stepped inside and my jaw practically fell to the floor, but not literally because I didn't want to get drool on it.

My walls were painted a kind of golden color, and my bed was a queen sized covered with an apple red comforter and tons of golden pillows. My floor wasn't cherry hardwood like outside, it was covered with a gold carpet that was also covered with a red rug.

Very nice, I thought shaking my head approvingly. I wonder how much my mom is paying for this. I dragged my stuff in and left it near the door so that technically they were inside. Then I ran to my bed and collapsed on it and not the stairs. I sighed. This was so worth the climbing.

Speaking of my mom, just when I was on the verge of taking the longest nap ever slept, my cell phone rang. I whimpered. Is this bad timing or what? Well not really, I thought answering my own question; I was planning to call her anyway. I might as well get it over with. Besides, if I don't answer now she'll just keep calling until I do.

I leaned up on my elbows and then reached in my back pocket for my phone. It was her. "Hey mom," I said turning myself around so that I was sitting instead of lying.

"Hey sweetie how was your flight?" she said excitingly.

"It was nice; first class ought to be, even though it was a really clever bribe." I said teasingly.

"Did it work?" she said hopeful.

"Nope," I replied.

"Oh," she whispered disappointed.

"Only because you didn't need to bribe me, I was going to forgive you anyway."

"Oh," she said surprised. I chuckled. "Well have you?"

"For the most part," I answered lying, I have completely forgiven her, but I don't want her to think that I'll forgive her every time she does something like this.

"Hooray," she said and from the tone of her voice I could tell she was grinning, "So how is it?"

"To tell you the truth it's really nice." I said incredulously.

"I told you so," she said taking pride in knowing that she was right.

I rolled my eyes. "You know what mom I have to go, my bags aren't going to unpack themselves," I said sarcastically.

She sighed. "Okay sweetie, I'll talk to you later, I love you."

"I love you too, bye." I hung up the phone and leaned back on the bed. I yawned and then I looked at my watch. It was only four o'clock. I guess I'm not completely used to the time difference yet. And I won't be if I go to sleep now. I yawned again, but this time a little longer. It was almost like my body's way of saying "Forget the time difference, go to sleep."

I was about let my less active side win, when suddenly there was a knock on my door. Well, there wasn't exactly an actual knock; it was just someone saying the word knock twice. "Yes," I moaned.

"Um, I didn't know if you knew that your door was still open," a female voice said.
I looked up and standing in my doorway was a girl. She had long strawberry hair and blue eyes. She was also wearing her school uniform; a gray collared shirt with a black vest and plaid miniskirt. That was acceptable because she was also wearing knee high black socks. I didn't even want to imagine myself wearing that, but I couldn't help it. I didn't look that bad.

"Oops, I guess I forgot. Thanks for telling me." I said walking up to close the door. I held out my hand. "Hi I'm Shiye."

"Well that's okay; I'm not very social myself."

I chuckled. "No, I mean my name is Shiye."

"Oh. Abigail," she said taking my hand and shaking it. "Every one calls me Abbey."

"Well it's nice to meet you Abbey."

"Likewise," she said. I was about to close my door when suddenly she asked "A couple of friends and I were just about to head to the cafeteria for a snack. Would you like to join us?"

I was about to tell her no because I wanted to go back to sleep, but I really didn't have any friends yet and I might need someone to show me where everything is. Besides who wants to start her first day alone? "That would be really great."

"Lovely, let's go."

I grabbed my key and then closed the door behind me. We were walking down the hall when suddenly Abbey stopped in front of large double doors. I looked at her confusingly. "Is there something wrong?"

She shook her head. "No, I'm just waiting for the elevator."

I blinked and then cleared my throat. "Elevator?" I asked.

"Of course, you don't think they expect for us to walk down nine flights of stairs do you?" she asked as the doors slid open as if to back her up.

"Of course not," I said laughing weakly while rubbing my sore arms.

Half way toward the cafeteria we met up with the others, Madelyn and Bethany. Madelyn seems really nice, but Bethany keeps staring at me as if I yanked her blonde hair or something, she's really easy to ignore though.

I could tell when we had gotten there; you could hear the chatter all the way on the other side of the building. We sat down at the table right in the center of the room. At first I choose the seat all the way on the end, but before I could even sit down Bethany fought me for it. I wanted to tell her to take the seat across from it and to stop acting like such a Brat, but I knew it was too early. Besides I know that this won't be the last time she tries something like this, so I figure if I wait I could build up my anger and get her when she least expects it. I know it's kind of mean and that two wrongs don't make a right, but three rights make a left and that's good enough for me.

"So Shiye, what instrument do you play?" Madelyn asked taking a bite of her cupcake.

"Violin," I said.

"What a coincidence, so do I," Abbey said chiming in. "I guess I'll see you class then."

"Shiye," Madelyn said shaking her head back in forth. "That's such a pretty name."

"A pretty weird name," Bethany murmured, probably thinking that I didn't hear her.

I rolled my eyes. "Well then it fits perfectly," I said sarcastically letting her know I did. She smiled sourly. I took a bite of my cupcake. Vanilla eww. I pushed it aside

"May I ask what your mothers name is?" Madelyn asked.

"Oh it's Winn."

"Winn? Is that short for something normal?" Bethany asked sarcastically.

"Winifred."

"That's pretty." Abbey said licking pink frosting off her cupcake.

The conversation got real boring really quickly, some how they went from weird names right into hair products. I wasn't really paying attention I just nodded every time I heard my name. When I wasn't being mentioned in their conversation I spent the time scanning the cafeteria. I wasn't looking for anything in particular, just studying the rest of the students.

This was nothing like the lunch room back home in Kansas. Back there kids were yelling and laughing and firing spit balls with their milk straws. It's hard to believe that a group of juniors in high school can act so immature. I have met third graders that behave better.

Anyways everyone here are so….proper. I see kids with decorative napkins folded in their laps, sitting straight up in their chairs, and a bunch of pinkies high up in the air.

Okay, maybe I'm over exaggerating. I guess I was just hoping for a stereo-type. All the kids were normal, well, to me they were. I didn't see any spit flying around so I guess I'm just a little shocked.

Everyone I saw blended perfectly together and I couldn't help but wonder If I would ever be apart of this perfect picture. At that very thought, I noticed someone else that wasn't camouflaged in the scenery yet.

He was standing in the back corner, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. He had dark hair and from what I could see, brown eyes. He looked as if he could be eighteen, maybe nineteen, but he wasn't wearing a uniform so I wonder if he could be a teacher instead. He was wearing dark pants and a long sleeved white collared shirt, half tucked in half out.

I tried to figure out what exactly he was staring at. My eyes tried to follow his, but all I saw was an empty table. Then his eyes moved again and this time he seemed to be staring at the door. Maybe he's waiting for someone.

I looked down. He is probably waiting for his girlfriend. I sighed. Of course, what else could it be? I guess I was kind of hoping for… I really don't know. Just having hope period is a problem. Besides did I really expect a guy as gorgeous as him to be single?

I shook my head and then looked back up at him. I looked at his big brown eyes and afterwards I couldn't seem to tear my gaze away. Not even when I heard Abbey's voice, impatient for my attention.

"Earth to Shiye," Abbey said waving her hand in my face. "Yoo hoo? Hello?" when waving didn't work she resorted to snapping.

Finally I snapped out of it. "Yeah?"

She blinked. "What were you staring at?" she asked dumbfounded.

I shrugged. "Nothing." I said blushing; I knew that's what gave it away.

"Okay, let me rephrase. Who were you staring at?"

I gave up. "Him in the back corner." I pointed over to the guy. Everybody looked over and then grew confused.

"Where? I don't see anything." Madelyn said.

"What are you talking about? He's right there." I extended my pointing finger out further. If my mother was here I know exactly what she would say: 'it's not nice to point'.

"I still don't see anything." Madelyn said at the same time as Bethany went "Maybe she's hallucinating."

I turned to Abbey and she looked just as confused as the other two.

I looked at the back corner again and I gasped when I saw that he was still standing there. His hands were still in his pockets and he was still staring at the door. I shook my head. There is no way that they can't find him. I am pointing right at him. I looked at her to see if they were really serious, that they weren't just messing with me, and they were. Dead serious.

I quickly stood up. "I just remembered I have to do…something." I couldn't come up with an excuse on that very moment. My eyes never left the back corner.

"But-." Abbey started to protest.

"See you in class Abbey." I said cutting her off, starting to walk away.

I walked slowly toward the back corner, planning to use the exact exit he was staring at. I kept walking toward him. My hazel eyes glued to his brown eyes. When I was about six feet away, he looked at me curiously. I walked slower. His brown eyes narrowed with confusion. Soon I was only inches from him and as I slowly passed him my eyes stayed locked to his. If he wasn't before he was now certain that I could see him. When I got to the door I glanced back at him, he was still staring. Then I hurried out.

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