Boarding School

"Pack your bags." My dad says just as I walk through the door.
"what?"
"you heard me Matilda!"
"No! I'm not going anywhere, I'm not a druggie!"
"Tilda there is picture proof! I'm not a fool!"
"YES YOU ARE, I WOULD NEVER TAKE DRUGS OR SMOKE! YOU KNOW WHAT I WANNA LEAVE."

I turn on my heel and charge up the stairs barging past the maids.

I yank my suitcases down from the top of my wardrobe and carelessly shove all my possessions inside. I storm into my dad's room and grab another suitcase. I shove all my shoes inside it.

I pull out my old school p.e bag which is really big and I put my special things in. I then march back into my dad's room heave open the trunk and pull out my confiscated things.

I put the p.e bag over my shoulder and grab both suitcases and take them downstairs, throwing them down by the front door. I go back up and put on a outfit I laid out.

Shorts and a plain grey top with some flip flops. Put back on my shades and hat. Leaving what I previously had on, on the floor.

I stomp downstairs.

"That was quick Miss Tilda." I ignore the maid and push open the door.

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