The rain droplets tapped the window as I stared at the grey atmosphere outside, I was on my way to a new school- not a surprise though. I've transferred to about 5 schools this year....
It's my dad you see, his work makes us travel a lot. He gets paid a reasonable amount which is great I guess, but I get attached too easily to people...and when it's time to say goodbye; I don't take it so well...
After about half an hour of staring at the same landscape out the car window we finally arrived. Winslow Acadamy.
It looked like an old building, depressing colours, wooden doors, cracks on the walls and the moist moss climbing into every crack like snakes.
Before I knew it we were already in the reception, my dad signing me up at the desk.
I looked around curiously, the people in the room looked like typical snooty posh people: hair tied into a sleek bun, long ass pencil skirt, and white polo shirts with not even a crease in the fabric...this is nothing like me.
My mother used to tell me I was always the messy one, leaving my toys on the floor and my clothes all crinkled up.
I don't think I'll like it here...