Temporary home
Chapter 1
(update I know it starts slow and this chapter isnt the best but they get better)
My mother drove me to my boarding school with the windows rolled down. It was a blistering hot day with cloudless sky above us. The drive in our brand new black subaru forester 2.5i suv was silent, Looking over at my mom -Jen- a wave of panic rolls through me. How can I be leaving my loving, gentle, and genuinely thoughtful mother to fend for herself?
"Vanessa," my mom says to me for the last thousandth time before I leave for ten months. "You don't have to do this."
"I want to go" although I don't want to leave my mother, or live at a place where hundreds of other kids live, I want my mom to be happy. My mom has degrees in architecture, art, and has studied photography, she loves restoring old houses and that calls for her to have a very nomadic life. As a child I lived a happy life, but I could see staying in Chester Philadelphia made her unhappy so its time for me to sacrifice a bit and move to New York and attend my boarding school, Oak Lake Academy.
Mom reaches across the center piece to grab my hand and holds it tightly for a minute, and then we got out of the suv to drop me off at my school. I had only a few bags which easily fit in the car, my scavy amount of luggage was due to the small dorm rooms that was most likely being pushed by my small wardrobe. It only took one trip to get all my stuff to my dorm, I got the west bedroom that faced out over the backyard. The floor was covered in light blueish-green tiles, a double bed on the right, a desk on the left side, a built in book shelf near the head of my bed, and a closet on the back left just a few feet away from my desk. Just my luck. There was no desk chair, a bare mattress, and no door or curtain on my closet.
There was also only one bathroom at the end of the hallway that I had to share with three other girls. I was trying not to dwell on all of this for my mother's sake.
"Vanessa?" My mother questioned me.
"Yes mom?"
"Do you want to put on your sheets? I bought you some new ones for your stay here, you still like blue right?" Relief floods through me at my mother's words as I respond,
"Yes to both. Thanks"
My Mom gives me one of her warm smiles on her heart-shaped face. Together we assemble my room, dressing my bed in my new blue sheets, hanging my clothes in my closet and putting shoes beneath them. As I set up my laptop charger and set it on the desk my Mom wheels in a black spinny chair. I shoot her a questioning look.
"It was in the trunk, observation skills Ness." Cringing at the annoying nickname I was given at seven when kids though Vanessa was too long to say. I scowl, but my Mom just laughs at my kitten like anger.
She hugs me for a minute, and then my Mom was gone- with my suitcases-. I take my shower tote and go to the communal bathroom to clean up after a day of packing and travel. Locking the door I strip off my clothes and let hot water of the shower unknot my muscles. I reach out of the shower to take my two-in-one shampoo/conditioner. The familiar scent of strawberry shampoo reminds me of the life I lived yesterday. I shut off the water, hastily drying myself off incase someone else needs the bathroom. Rubbing the towel through my hair again, and then yanking my brush through it, I remember to brush my teeth. Fiercely I try to speedly and thoroughly to brush all of the drive through burger out of my teeth before racing back to my dorm, closing the door tightly behind me and locking it.
Its well past eight o'clock and I am already missing my Mom, and tomorrow would just be the beginning. I don't sleep well, even after sobbing myself until I was drained.
Bright white was all I could see when I first awoken, and I could feel the claustrophobia creeping in. There were no open windows here only a small four by four window at floor level. This place was like a cage. Identifying what woke me was a bell; probably meaning breakfast, I panic to get ready. Pulling on a sleeved green shirt with a white lace v-neck, I match it with black skinny jeans, and my blue high top converse. I run my fingers through my hair, and wanting to have put a bit more effort into my first day of school look, I don't notice I ran into another girl.
"Woah, what's the rush? You must be new, don't worry it's just the wake up bell we have half an hour before breakfast. I'm Joline but most of my friends call me Jo for short."
Jolene -Jo- is short but the voluminous curly, with the bubbly, and outgoing personality make her seem a lot bigger than she is.
"umm yeah I am new, thanks. I am Vanessa, it was nice meeting you." I end to conversation and ignore her "see you later" to run back to my dorm and shut the door. There's no way I am fighting three other girls for the bathroom this morning. Grabbing my bathroom tote again I set up my small mirror to apply liquid foundation and mascara. I brush my straight hair till it's silky. I rub deodorant on as I ponder if I should have been nicer to Jo, I mean I am new and could've used a hand getting around. Oh well too late to regret that now. I look at my schedule,
8:00-10:00 Cell & Organ Physiology
10:02-12:30 Doctor-Patient Relationship - Lecture: Ethical Challenges in Pediatric Medicine
12:30-1:00 LUNCH
1:00-3:00 Clinical Skills 1B - Small Group: Physical Exam Practice
Seems kinda easy although I'm scared because they are uni courses. I am confident I can handle them even though I am only seventeen. The breakfast bell rings pushing me out of my trance, I grab my bag just to be safe and head down, following the others. Jo spots me right away and comes to walk with me.
"Hey Jo"
"Morning Vanessa they usually serve us cereal with orange juice or something, what courses are you taking also" As Jo bombarded me with questions I see a small, lean, feathery haired, blue eyed boy.
"JO! who's that boy?"
"That's Louis Tomlinson he's on a football scholarship and is training to join New York's team, whatever it is"
My mother drove me to my boarding school with the windows rolled down. It was a blistering hot day with cloudless sky above us. The drive in our brand new black subaru forester 2.5i suv was silent, Looking over at my mom -Jen- a wave of panic rolls through me. How can I be leaving my loving, gentle, and genuinely thoughtful mother to fend for herself?
"Vanessa," my mom says to me for the last thousandth time before I leave for ten months. "You don't have to do this."
"I want to go" although I don't want to leave my mother, or live at a place where hundreds of other kids live, I want my mom to be happy. My mom has degrees in architecture, art, and has studied photography, she loves restoring old houses and that calls for her to have a very nomadic life. As a child I lived a happy life, but I could see staying in Chester Philadelphia made her unhappy so its time for me to sacrifice a bit and move to New York and attend my boarding school, Oak Lake Academy.
Mom reaches across the center piece to grab my hand and holds it tightly for a minute, and then we got out of the suv to drop me off at my school. I had only a few bags which easily fit in the car, my scavy amount of luggage was due to the small dorm rooms that was most likely being pushed by my small wardrobe. It only took one trip to get all my stuff to my dorm, I got the west bedroom that faced out over the backyard. The floor was covered in light blueish-green tiles, a double bed on the right, a desk on the left side, a built in book shelf near the head of my bed, and a closet on the back left just a few feet away from my desk. Just my luck. There was no desk chair, a bare mattress, and no door or curtain on my closet.
There was also only one bathroom at the end of the hallway that I had to share with three other girls. I was trying not to dwell on all of this for my mother's sake.
"Vanessa?" My mother questioned me.
"Yes mom?"
"Do you want to put on your sheets? I bought you some new ones for your stay here, you still like blue right?" Relief floods through me at my mother's words as I respond,
"Yes to both. Thanks"
My Mom gives me one of her warm smiles on her heart-shaped face. Together we assemble my room, dressing my bed in my new blue sheets, hanging my clothes in my closet and putting shoes beneath them. As I set up my laptop charger and set it on the desk my Mom wheels in a black spinny chair. I shoot her a questioning look.
"It was in the trunk, observation skills Ness." Cringing at the annoying nickname I was given at seven when kids though Vanessa was too long to say. I scowl, but my Mom just laughs at my kitten like anger.
She hugs me for a minute, and then my Mom was gone- with my suitcases-. I take my shower tote and go to the communal bathroom to clean up after a day of packing and travel. Locking the door I strip off my clothes and let hot water of the shower unknot my muscles. I reach out of the shower to take my two-in-one shampoo/conditioner. The familiar scent of strawberry shampoo reminds me of the life I lived yesterday. I shut off the water, hastily drying myself off incase someone else needs the bathroom. Rubbing the towel through my hair again, and then yanking my brush through it, I remember to brush my teeth. Fiercely I try to speedly and thoroughly to brush all of the drive through burger out of my teeth before racing back to my dorm, closing the door tightly behind me and locking it.
Its well past eight o'clock and I am already missing my Mom, and tomorrow would just be the beginning. I don't sleep well, even after sobbing myself until I was drained.
Bright white was all I could see when I first awoken, and I could feel the claustrophobia creeping in. There were no open windows here only a small four by four window at floor level. This place was like a cage. Identifying what woke me was a bell; probably meaning breakfast, I panic to get ready. Pulling on a sleeved green shirt with a white lace v-neck, I match it with black skinny jeans, and my blue high top converse. I run my fingers through my hair, and wanting to have put a bit more effort into my first day of school look, I don't notice I ran into another girl.
"Woah, what's the rush? You must be new, don't worry it's just the wake up bell we have half an hour before breakfast. I'm Joline but most of my friends call me Jo for short."
Jolene -Jo- is short but the voluminous curly, with the bubbly, and outgoing personality make her seem a lot bigger than she is.
"umm yeah I am new, thanks. I am Vanessa, it was nice meeting you." I end to conversation and ignore her "see you later" to run back to my dorm and shut the door. There's no way I am fighting three other girls for the bathroom this morning. Grabbing my bathroom tote again I set up my small mirror to apply liquid foundation and mascara. I brush my straight hair till it's silky. I rub deodorant on as I ponder if I should have been nicer to Jo, I mean I am new and could've used a hand getting around. Oh well too late to regret that now. I look at my schedule,
8:00-10:00 Cell & Organ Physiology
10:02-12:30 Doctor-Patient Relationship - Lecture: Ethical Challenges in Pediatric Medicine
12:30-1:00 LUNCH
1:00-3:00 Clinical Skills 1B - Small Group: Physical Exam Practice
Seems kinda easy although I'm scared because they are uni courses. I am confident I can handle them even though I am only seventeen. The breakfast bell rings pushing me out of my trance, I grab my bag just to be safe and head down, following the others. Jo spots me right away and comes to walk with me.
"Hey Jo"
"Morning Vanessa they usually serve us cereal with orange juice or something, what courses are you taking also" As Jo bombarded me with questions I see a small, lean, feathery haired, blue eyed boy.
"JO! who's that boy?"
"That's Louis Tomlinson he's on a football scholarship and is training to join New York's team, whatever it is"
Notes
My 2nd fanfic! Please tell me what you think comment or vote
Sure just don't take over the whole story because I have an ending planned aha
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1/13/16