I had just walked off the plane and into the airpot in Britain. I hadn’t talked to the Social Service women the whole seven hour flight. I texted Josh when I could and when I had to turn my phone off I slept. Chrystal always woke me up when I could turn it back on though. I was thankful for that, even though I would never tell her that. She took me away from my family. I don’t want anything to do with her or her pesky partner.

“Tarra, after we get your bags we’re going to get in a cab that should be here in about thirty minutes. It’s going to take us to your school where you have already been registered.” Chrystal explained. I nodded then went to find my suitcases.

On my way there I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the tiny screen. It was Josh. I smiled sadly to myself as I answered the call on the fourth ring. “Hey.” I sighed. I didn’t like being so far away from him. I want to go back to my tiny flat and sit on my couch. I want him to hold me like he always does.

“Hey.” I heard the sadness in his voice. It was all because of me. I tried to save him by hurting him more. What a great logic I have. “How is everything?” He questioned.

I laughed humorlessly. “Horribly.” I felt tears start to sting my eyes as I realized how much he’s hurting right now, as well as everyone else. They all hurt and it’s all my fault. They got their friend back only to loose another. “Im so dumb.” I whispered. A tear rolled down my cheek. I quickly swiped it away, hoping more wouldn’t fall. I can’t break down again. I wont do it.

I’ve made my bed. I have to lay in it.

“No you’re not.” He disagreed. I could almost see him shaking his head sadly as he was sat on his bed in his room. “You just made a mistake. It’s something people do.”

I shook my head at his answer. I knew he couldn’t see me though. The action made this whole thing feel a little less real so it didn’t bother me much. “People don’t make mistakes like that. Josh, I knew what was going to happen but I did it anyways. I hurt everyone in the process because I was to selfish to open my eyes.” I felt more tears slip down my face. This time, I didn’t fight it. I let them roll. Fighting would be inevitable at this point. I was broken by my own hand and I couldn’t even find it in myself to mend the wounds.

“You did what you thought was right.” He sighed. “Have you landed yet?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “Im getting my bags now.” I stated sadly. I fiddled with the sleeves on my hoodie, pulling it over my fingers. It was cold here in Britain. On the plane to. I had my hoodie on and a blanket covering me the entire plane ride.

The line went silent for a moment before I heard a few muffled sniffles. He’s crying. It’s all my fault. “I miss you.” He said.

“I miss you to.” I replied, barely above a whisper. I saw my bags and sighed sadly. “I’ve got to go. I’ll call you after I get to the school.”

“Ok. I love you baby.”

“I love you to, Josh.” I hung up the phone and shoved it back in my pocket. I walked towards the bagging area and grabbed my cases, checking the name tag on them to make sure they were mine, and went to find Chrystal.

I found them by a coffee shop and walked towards them slowly. Vanessa spotted me first. “You ready?” She asked in a dull monotone voice. I nodded, shoving a few strands of hair out of my face that had fallen out of my bun that was sloppily sat on top of my head.

They got up and lead me out of the airport and towards a cab. “St. Peter’s Boarding School?” The driver asked.

“Yes sir.” Vanessa answered. He nodded and started on the drive to my dreaded home for the next year.

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We arrived an hour later. I almost fell asleep a few times in the car. Being jet lagged really sucked. I stayed awake though. I didn’t want them touching me.

I climbed out of the car while Chrystal was paying the driver. Vanessa walked around to the trunk with me to grab my suitcases. Chrystal approached us as I got the last bag out.

She lead me through the large doors that took us to the main hall in the big school. We walked to the main office where I was met by the head teacher, or the Dean, of the school. “Hi! You must be our new student, Tarra Baldwin!” He cheered holding his hand out for me to shake. I reluctantly took his hand in mine and shook it.

“Yes sir.” I nodded shyly. I let go of his hand and shoved it deep into the pockets of my Misfits hoodie. It was the same one I was wearing the day I met Josh and the boys and their girlfriends. They impacted my life in so many ways. So did Mrs. Kim, my old boss.

“My name is Phil Armstrong. I am the head teacher at this school. Im going to show you around the school and then I will show you to your dorm room.” He stated. “You can leave your bags here until we’re done with the tour.” He smiled.

I nodded and went to put them all in a corner so they would be out of the way. After, Vanessa and Chrystal said by and left. Mr. Armstrong led my out the office doors and back to the main hallway where other smaller hallways stemmed off to the side, leading you to different classrooms or staircases.

He showed me the junior hall, which is where I will be finishing the remaining two months of the school year. He showed me to the cafeteria, break area, gymnasium, the garden, and a few little trails that the more solitude students occupied during the after school hours.

He took me back to the office and gave me a dorm key, a schedule, a locker ID, and my books. Then he helped me with my bags and showed me the dorm area, explaining the rules of the building. There weren’t many. The only one he really stressed was going to or leaving a boy’s room after curfew, 11:30, or having one leave my room. Before curfew I could so whatever I so pleased as long as it was legal.

I walked into my room to be met my a girl sitting on her bed. Mr. Armstrong patted my shoulder and left me to get situated and introduce myself to my new room-mate. I gave her a small smile and she half returned the gesture.

“Hi, my name is Tarra.” I introduced as I put my bags on the bed she wasn’t on. In a chair sitting beside the bed I noticed neatly folded linens for my bed that was still bare.

“Im Weslynne Acton.” She shrugged, picking up a bottle of nail polish off her dresser. “What brings you here, Tarra?” She questioned.

I gulped. “It doesn’t matter.” I stated, unzipping my bag. I started putting my clothes in the correct places. I could just leave it for later and rest but I’ll do anything to avoid that conversation with a stranger.

“Ok. Whatever.” She started painting her nails a bright red. The strong smell of the liquid filled the room almost immediately. I didn’t mind it though. I hate doing my nails but I love the smell of the polish.

I had just finished unpacking the third suitcase when a sudden rush of exhaustion came over me. I pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt then looked around, hoping to find a bathroom. To my luck though, I couldn’t find it. “Hey, Weslynne?” I called, hoping to get her attention. She hummed in response, not looking up from her tiny fingers. “Where’s the bathroom?” She pointed to a door behind her. I silently thanked her and walked inside to change.

I came back out and put the clothes I had on inside a tiny little hamper in the corner of my closet. I put the rest of my suitcases neatly on the top shelf of my closet after grabbing my phone charger out of the only book bag I brought.

I opened my phone to send Josh a quick text explaining that I wouldn’t call him until later since I was seconds from falling asleep. I set my phone down on the dresser and grabbed the linens off the chair. I made my new bed then laid down.

I checked my phone before I settled to see if Josh had replied to my text. He did, saying that it was fine and I should sleep. I told him I loved him and put my phone back down before closing my eyes and falling into the worst sleep of my life.

Notes

It's been a few days and Im really sorry about that. I should update one chapter a day for the next two days though! I have only two chapters left for this story. Are you guys exited for the ending? I am. I think you guys will like it. :)
Leave me your comments! I love them! I love you guys to!
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Anyways, have a wonderful day!
Did I mention to you guys that Vanessa and Chrystal are based loosely off my mom and aunt? Chrystal is my mom which is why Chrystal has sort of a motherly aura towards her. Vanessa is my mom's younger sister. She isn't mean but she can be very annoying at times. She's also very strict on my sisters and I. I don't take her crap but they don't have much of a choice since they're so young. Her kids though can do whatever they damn well please. That's why Vanessa has a bit of a strict aura.