I zipped up my suitcase and pulled it out of the room. Without a glance back, I dragged my suitcases and bags downstairs. I stepped into the taxi and allowed my things to be piled and shoved so that they would squeeze mine in as well. My mum sat next to me and I slipped my hand into hers, shaking. Not wanting to move, we were forced to because of my boarding school. New York, here I come...
At the airport, my tummy was rumbling and my cheeks were aching from smiling at all the assistants, pretending I was fine. We ran into the plane, worried we would be forced to wait because of being to late. Luckily, the journey went well.
Clink clink! 5 dollars dropped into the taxi's hand as I set off on my own towards Goldrocks Boarding School. I was off.
Mrs Halliday, a kind lady who helps us for everything, showed me to my room. The uniform was my size and crisp and clean. On the top bunk in my room was a red-haired girl listening to music. I unpacked in my drawer and half cupboard when the girl called. "Newbie! What's your name?" she asked, wrenching out her earphones. I mumbled, "Casey Quinn" and then I snuggled into bed.
The next morning, it was raining cats and dogs. I pushed open the window and breathed in the fresh air. The girl tapped me on the shoulder and mouthed, 'I'm Jennifer." still listening to music. I pulled the windows shut and nodded.
The lessons went well, I was give a 600-paged history book, a 365-paged science book, a 200-paged literacy book and a 200-paged maths book. I tucked the books under my duvet so I would remember to read it that night, then, went out for recess. It would be awkward as I don't have any friends apart from Jennifer-who would most likely be in her own friend bunch. I square my shoulders, ready for recess.
Many kids sat in groups, talking about 'The Lone Ranger' or were squeezing around a brightly-coloured comic. Girls were skipping along, whispering secrets and gossiping about magazines. The boys were running about, still pulling some girls' pigtails or playing football. In a corner, listening to music and reading a book, sat a girl. I walked over, soon realising it was Jennifer! Tapping her shoulder, I sat down on my ruby-red skirt. My gold-coloured blouse was still clean and crisp, but Jennifer's was mud-patched. "What happened?" I queried. She refused to tell me until night-time.
"My friends dumped me," she began, not crying at all "For being friends with you, but I don't regret it."! She hugged me. I knew what she meant, best friends forever. A good start to a new school.
