After the airport, you'd think that Frank would have been
mischiefed out, but he was worse than a hyper child. Add in the
factor of a city he's never been to, and you can only guess what
sort of mayhem he got up too. One to many run ins with the police
lead to me buying a leash and attaching it to his jeans.
Eventually I was able to drag him away from the hustle and bustle
of the city to a familiar looking house. My mother's sister,
Elliose, lived here and was supposed to drive me to my new
school. I hoped that she would give Frank a ride to, mostly
because I didn't want London to get destroyed by the whirlwind
wonder that was my new friend.
The door opened to reveal my aunt. She hadn't changed much from
the last time I saw her. She was small with brown hair and ocean
'Your hair colour's changed Alexandrea.' was her way of greeting
me. I should probably meantion that she 'disagrees with my way of
life' (as she put it to my mum in her last e-mail which I hacked
and read.) She basically hates me. She adores my sister, so I
tolerate her on Leah's request.
'Brown hair is dull. But you can bitch at me in the car. Let's
hit the road.' I retorted, letting venom slip into my tone.
'Wait, who's the boy? I'm not driving some hill-billy you brought
with you around the country.' She said pointing at Frank.
'With all due respect, m'am,' he started before I interrupted.
'For your information, he is about to attend the same hell-hole
as me. I thought since you were the 'unprejudiced saint' of the
family that you'd kindly give him a lift.' She stared down her
long, thin nose at him then muttered an 'ok'. The car ride was
silent. I would have chatted with Frank, but Elliose made me sit
in the front, 'where she could keep an eye on me.' (You set the
back seat on fire one time and suddenly your as trust worthy as
the News of the World paper!) It was one long, excruciating hour,
but finally I saw my new school, and home for the foreseeable
future. I just wondered how long it'll last.
I trudged up the gravel drive way of my dorm hall, The Hanley
Wing. I must admit that the building was beautiful. It was old
and gothic, with high arching windows and crumbling brick wall.
On the campus there were only two dorm halls; The Hanley Wing
for the girls and the Alcott wing for the boys. Both were
surrounded with vast gardens with various types of flowers. The
school building sat between the two halls, probably so the two
groups wouldn't have to cross paths between school and 'home'.
I was sad to have to say goodbye to Frank, but I knew that we
would be hanging out again soon, either abiding or disobeying
I entered the hall, and was disappointed immediately. The
inside was filled with garish rugs, carpets and curtains. There
was a small desk with a older lady sitting at it; the reception
I assumed. I walked over and told her my name.
'Yes, we've been expecting you. We thought you'd arrive earlier
'The flight was delayed and there was a slight mishap at the
airport' A mishap with the name Frank.
'Well, no matter.' She handed me a key and some papers. 'Your
room is on the fourth floor, number 483. That's a map of the
school and it's grounds as well as your timetable, the set of
rules and regulations with a list of when meal times are, and
this weeks menu. Inform the kitchen staff if you have any
'Thanks' I turned and headed towards the stairs. Lugging my
suitcase up them was a challenge, but as soon as I opened the
door to my new room, it actually seemed like fun.
The room was small with an ensuite bathroom (thank heavens for
small mercies). The wallpaper was old and faded, the window was
barred (barred! There goes my plans of sneaking out) and the
bed was creaky. There was a desk along one of the walls, with a
shelve above it. I set out on the task to make the room more
'homely' Ha! Who was I kidding. This place could give hell a
run for it's money.