The first day back at the academy. Technically, it was my second, but I was trying to move on and get past my worse fear. They’d done the worse to me on the first day. I just hoped that they couldn’t do any more. I knew that Mr. Hawk was on my side, but I didn’t want to be the kid that told on other kids every time they were mean. But these guys weren’t mean. They were downright cruel. But that was all in the past. I could only fucking hope that we could all move on. I was the orphan.I was not even close to a size six. And my parents weren’t rich. One was dead and up until four days ago, I thought that both were dead. I sighed as they looked at me, the same way that they did the first day. But I knew that no one was laughing at my tight uniform or the fact that I looked as if I was in the middle of a monsoon. I recited in my head a hundred times last night and this morning about how to get to each class and back. I didn’t want to ask anyone the way. I wanted no reason to be anywh
I sat down in class early that Monday morning, and it wasn’t long before I became a student. Something that I had forgotten how to be, not because of the academy or the tragedy that I’d encountered over the last few weeks, but the summer vacation. It felt at the time as if it was going on forever and then when it did come to an end, it felt too short. Crazy.I was kind of a freak when it came to books. I loved to read, eat, learn and eat, Oh and now the thought of food was playing on my mind so much that it had me thinking about eating once more. No, I just had breakfast and the joy of eating again wasn’t going to happen again for another three hours and twenty minutes. Not that I was counting, but then as I looked at the time, I knew that wasn’t true. The teacher came into the class and shut the door, and I closed the door on my thoughts about how much of a comfort food was.He looked like a drill sergeant, or like the teacher out of that movie Matilda. A male version of Agatha Tru
Lunchtime couldn’t come any sooner, as I rushed into the line and wished that I could point to everything that was being cooked. The kids may be rich, but the food was fit for royalty. Damn, one thing was for sure, they’ve got everything on the stove when it comes to lunchtime. Chicken, lamb, fish and even vegetarian. It was like a buffet at a five star hotel, that I’d been to only once and even then it didn’t smell as good as what was on offer in front of my eyes. I must admit that my heart was beating so hard as I heard the lunch bell that all I could think about was eating and how good it was that first day and every meal that I’d had here had been the same. But food wasn’t that great that it would keep me here, not against my will. “Chicken and fries please with some peas,” I said as my mouth was watering and I was almost too damned hungry to speak but dying to ask for her just to put every damned thing on my plate, like the lamb and fish too. “Ok, sugar. Here you go.”The caf
Who laughs last wins!As the saying goes, or maybe it was from a movie. But it was my motivation for the day. I didn’t know if the Hawk twins were Mr. Hawk’s sons or even brothers or maybe his cousins. Curiosity was getting the best of me as I started to grow ears like eagles and a voice like a Great Night Owl. There was one thing that the students loved to do here, just like Rock Hill High and that was to gossip. So far I learned, without actually talking to anyone, that the twins were called Trent and James. James was the arrogant one, the one who asked what I was staring at and Trent was his brother; just as arrogant but a bit slyer about it. They were the ones that ruled the school, even the teachers were scared of them. The question was, why?Apart from their name, what did it really mean?Every high schooler was scared of their principal, what made these two so different. I hated the idea of being curious. I was here to be cozy with the principal, so that he would tell me about
I did a crazy thing this Tuesday morning just to be two steps ahead of the game. I ate not one plate of breakfast, but two. I smashed pancakes, bacon, egg and French toast. They were all laid out, but the strange part of being in the main house is that I eat alone. Which in some ways is good, I don’t have to be shy about what I’d put on my plate but was also kind of lonely.Being alone while I ate reminded me that I was here alone. I tried to shake it off and laughed at the idea of what was waiting for me today.I would be one step ahead of the fucking game. I decided that, at lunchtime, I wouldn’t even get in the line. I wouldn’t wait. I wouldn’t torture myself with the idea that the food that was in front of me, would reach my lips and stay there. Just like my first day here, it went in and swiftly came out, at the same speed that I digested it after wearing clothes that were a few sizes too small, thanks to Claire. Comical now, looking back. Not really!I’d eaten too much and ne
I went to classes, I went through the day, my head down and avoided lunch. The sad part about lunchtime was the idea of not eating, the good part about it, meant that half the day had gone by. And I needed it to go by. For some crazy reason proving to Mr. Hawk that I wasn’t a coward seemed to be the only thing on my mind. That and the twins, as much as I avoided staring at them or even breathing the same air as them, it was impossible. They spoke like three or four languages. I watched them in Spanish class, and French class. God knows why I’d even said that I could speak it, when the closest I had to French was eating French toast. And they also spoke German. Or so that was what I thought that they were speaking but I knew nothing about Germany let alone the language. All I knew was that when they came into the hallway it was as if the spotlight was on them. They made everyone turn to them. Even the damn janitor. No one did that back at my old high school. Sure, the jocks were th
At last, a friend. Someone who spoke to me and it wasn’t Mr. Hawk and it wasn’t someone trying to bully me. I found out that I wasn’t the only new girl who started last week. There were two more of us. “You see. We’ve all been invited to this game,” she whispered as the rest of them left and we were alone at my lockers. The rest meaning both the Hawk twins and the girl that was enjoying making my life a living hell. It was as if the two new girls wanted to make sure that the coast was clear before they came to me. “What game?” I asked, totally lost after the way they ran up to me like a swarm of bees, telling me about being brave and telling me about Friday. “We can talk about that later.” She brushed my question aside. “So, I’m Goldie. This is Ruby and you’re Vicki, right? But it ends with an I and not a y.”A strange observation, but I nodded in response to her question. “We’ve been dying to talk to you. But we were worried about making our lives even worse than they already are
“So?” Ruby asked, “What’s the deal with you staying with Mr. Hawk?”We were in the cafeteria after hours. It was quiet, and it made a change from finishing classes and heading to my room and catching up on work. I didn’t think that I was behind in final year, but I had loads of work to do all the time. Some part of me felt as if I needed a couple of more years at the school just to be up to date. “He said that with the way things went with my roommate that it made sense.”Goldie nodded. “Special treatment, huh?”Then she winked at me. I didn’t know what she meant, but I met her smile. Special treatment wasn’t the word that I would use, but I suppose in a way it was.“Yeah. I’m at the house. But for how long, I don’t know.”“That sucks.” Ruby sighed as she slouched down on a bench and dropped her bag which made a big thumping sound that startled me.“Well. Yeah in a way. I don’t know if that’s why they’re treating me this way. Because they think that I’m in with the principal.”Ruby l