We drove up the school with my mom's large white car, the family driver in the front, my mom and I in the back seat. It is a pretty warm day, no complaints coming from me. As the school slowly comes to view, I look closely, judging it mentally. One could say it's a Monday school, with it's dull grey color with some parts painted black. The building standing tall and well structured, with kids whom I've never seen before, who were busy with their own lives and things along with a lady in a suit ready with a smile. The suit wasn't a blue blazer with a skirt because she is a woman, but instead it was a blue blazer and pants. Go feminism.
When I feel the car stop, I get out, having to jump to the ground due to the fact that the car was high up and the tires looking like even a poke from a baby can make them pop. While I stand there looking at the school, the family driver takes out my bags all I was thinking of was how I was expected to act in this place, because I sure was not gonna act all holy holy. Out of nowhere, I feel my mother's presence from behind me and I feel her turn my body to face her. "I'm so sorry, but I had to, there are a lot of things that are going to change when you come back home from graduation, so I want you to enjoy your life freely while you still can." My mom says to me with teary eyes, she quickly wipes them off and gives me a hug. What she told me came as a huge surprise because I had no idea what she was talking about. I give her a hug back and when we pull away, she goes back inside the car giving me air kisses and waving bye. The family driver, whose name is Richard, places my luggage in front of me and gives me a sad smile, "I'm going to miss driving you to all your crazy destinations, Miss Prescott." I give a smile too and reply, "I'm going to miss using you as a get away car too Uncle Richy,", I begin with a wink, "Send my greetings to Susan and the kids, would you?" He chuckles at my request and nods his head.
I give him a hug, which he returns gently and makes his way around the car to the driver's seat. Richard waved goodbye and entered the car, not taking anymore time, starts the engine and drives off. With my mother in the back seat, blowing her nose dramatically.
When I don't see the car anymore, I hear a someone clear their throat behind me. That made me remember that my new school's principal is still there.
I turned around slowly , acting like I was a character in a horror movie who just got caught by the killer. When I was finished, she looked at me up and down and began talking, "I can see that you are a very special one. Aren't you? Welcome to Richwood High boarding school, as you might have seen from the website, our on site facilities like the library and cafeteria are open from 6 in the morning to-" Damn, I am going to have to work hard in this school. Not academically or sport wise, I'm talking crazy wise. These people need to let loose! Rich school, rich kids and rich everything is gonna make being crazy and being friends with everyone a lot more work than I thought it would be.
"Excuse me, was my welcoming too boring for you? I'm actually asking because I've given it to everyone who has come to the school and Richwood is still the most rich yet unenthusiastic school in the state. I was maybe thinking that it all starts with my introduction to the school.", she states, thinking to herself and mumbling some parts. I wasn't focusing on her though, because something in this school, the dead funk of the school needed me to help it. "If, hypothetically, someone were to bring a moose to the school, would that call for an expulsion?" I ask, deciding to know my limitations before crossing them.
"I knew it was b-", she sighs but before she could finish, I hold out my hand to her, giving her the sign to hush and reach for one of my bags. As I pick it up, I take out a bottle filled up with milk and look at her knowingly. I smile and open the bottle ever so slowly. She gives me a confused look and I smile. I bring the bottle's opening to my mouth and drink.
I am telling you, the taste of milk just makes me so happy!
I close the bottle, and put it back in the bag, just in time for the school's luggage carrier to pick my bags up. Yeah, a school luggage carrier.
I suddenly feel the milk started to get to my system, I feel looser and lighter, with a final deep breath in front of the principal, I run as fast as I can to the field of the school and scream my lungs out, "HELLO RICHWOOD, PREPARE FOR A YEAR OF CRAZY!!!" My sudden outburst causes many of the students to look at me in confusion, not that it bothered me in any way. I lie down in the middle of the field on my back, with my front facing the sky, acting like a worm i tried to wiggle out to the end of the field singing the mickey mouse theme song.
"Its the mickey mouse clubhouse
Come inside its fun inside
its the mickey mouse clubhouse
Bla bla bal hjhks kbksnsok"
It might seem stupid to others but I was actually getting the feel of the field, my dad had told me when I was younger that you always have to feel the field before you know how to play. I was in fact, feeling the field, studying it and figuring out how the plays are supposed to be. He was always focused on things like that, I was doing what he instructed but in my own way. The crazy way. The very-
"Well, well, who do we have here?", I hear from someone who stood above me. I have stopped by this time and I was just lying on the field, so when this guy placed his legs and put me in between, it made me question what he was doing.
He was looking at me with a smirk, with his eyes looking all around my face almost as if he was scanning throughout my features. My left eyebrow raised and I kind of knew from that moment that this guy was going to try something. If he is planning to, then he can go ahead, I'm ready for anything at this school. "Well, what do you think?", I smirk and say, giving the same amount of smugness he had in his tone.
He picks me up in a fast motion which surprised me and makes me let out a small cry and to close my eyes. Then I feel my body on something and when I open my eyes, and see that he had put me over his shoulder. Can you believe that he put me over his own shoulder? Oh the horror, the pure horror.
"Put me down carrot!" I shouted. He didn't respond to me but instead he laughs, making me bounce up and down his shoulder. I cling harder for my dear life and scowl at him, not that he saw it anyway. He walked and walked and walked, making turns on some sides, it all felt like a century to me.
When he finally stopped, I look around and he puts me down in an empty cafeteria. I'm actually surprised a place to eat is actually empty, damn, are all these people on a diet or something? I would eat every second I could ever get.
"What did you call me? " he asks me, pinning me against a table, with both his arms on the table behind me, blocking my possible exits. The closeness of this guy was very nerve wrecking but I had to be in control of the situation.
I looked around and found a container with yogurt inside and decided to play a game. I mean, why not right? "How about we play a little game,", I begin and his eyebrow raises with a playful smile. "Put your hands behind your back, then close your eyes, please?" I ask, in an innocent voice. Yeah, that's right... Fall for the voice, you carrot. He gave me a smirk then did as he was told.
I put the yogurt on my hand then planted it on his face. His mouth opened in shock . And for the finishing touch, I grab his jaw with my left hand and lick his cheek slowly. When I was done, I looked at him with my own playful smirk, "Wow, you actually taste good, but you got too much cockiness mixed up in there, it just ruined everything."
With that, I make my exit, hips swaying and me walking with so much confidence. Good thing I made that exit though, and I'm not going back just to embarrass myself.
Now who can I ask for directions?