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I woke up and packed my bags while I brushed my teeth with the other. Mum running around in the kitchen getting breakfast ready. I went into my bathroom and spat out the foam in my mouth. Turning the cold water on and rinsing the sink out and watching the pastes foam travel down the sink. I reach for my face wash and squeezed out the size of a 20 cent piece and rubbed it into my hand. I quickly slipped it under the tap to help lather it more and then i looked up and my face in the mirror. My hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. My eyebrows shaped into a low hill with the tip giving character to my facial features. My eyes just a tinge up at the corners but full and round with complimenting dark lashes. I tilt my face for a better look and my nose isn't flat but it between a button and pointed nose. A cut beside my eye that curves down beside my cheek bone and stops in the middle of my cheekbone. It doesn't do much for me. My face was between something cute and pretty. Other days, I just felt like crap. My eyes traveled down to my full rosy lips that finished off my oval face.
I brought my hands up to my face and squeezed my eyes shut. I massaged the cream all over my face and I could feel the burn of it's revitalizing ingredients storm it's way through my skin. I then quickly shoved my hands under the running water and splashed the water over my face but it always resulted in water flying everywhere unlike those ads for face washes where they do it so gracefully.

A few handfuls later, I turn off the tap after trying to find it with my eyes screwed tight and I reached for my face towel. I gripped it and patted my face with it. After feeling my face more full and replenished, I looked at my reflection. My tanned face a few shades darker than the pink skin colour. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and dropped it into my suitcase. My laptop was packed in one of the bags and I grabbed my sprays and posters I bought the week before and other knickknacks.

I looked at the full length mirror and realized I was still in my boxers and t-shirt! I turned around to my drawers and pulled out a fresh pair of blue Victoria Secret underwear and the matching bra which I can now proudly say my boobs are BIGGER than Rachel Smith. I felt a cheer break out in my head. It took a year of mowing my grandmothers lawn for a year to make up for the money I borrowed off my parents. They were the very in thing and I just thought maybe I'd feel nice wearing them. I walked over to my bedroom door and closed it. I slipped off my boxers and knickers. Then my shirt and bra followed. I reached over for my towel and chucked my clothes in the clothes basket at the end of my bed. I walked towards my bathroom and clothes the door after me. I took off the towel and placed it over the rack and put the new bra and underwear I bought last week. I turned on the fan and opened the window. I slid to the bathmat and turned on the shower nob. I turned the hot and then the cold. I then put my hand in to feel it first and then I was in. I used a new beaded boy wash with a vanilla and coco bean fragrance. I then washed my hair with Sunsilk shampoo and conditioner. I turned off the water and squeezed my hair from root to tip and flipped my head back and forth to get some more out. I stood up straight and wiped the mirror and saw my reflection. I bloomed with confidence. I patted myself dry and stood on the dry mat in front of the toilet and slipped on my blue matching underwear. I finished clipping the back of my bra up and I just smiled to myself. I stood on my toes and stretched and felt my knees, ankle, toes, back, hips, shoulders and neck crack. I felt unbelievably good.

By the time I got out, I walked into the bedroom to find a gift wrapped up on the bed. I quickly chucked on a white polo and faded blue jeans and my sneakers. With my towel still wrapped around my head, I walked over to the gift and sat on my bed. I picked up the wrapped flat object. I card sat with it. I tore through the wrapping and their was a pink diary made of leather. I flipped through it and it even had sleeves you could place pictures in or just about anything. I smiled to myself and sat it beside me. I reached over to the card and read it.

Charlie,

Vale. As our great-grandfather would say everytime he left.
Goodluck sistercub.


Much love,


Braedon.



I got off the bed and I didn't notice before that my suitcase and bags were gone. Dad took them already. I turned and grabbed my phone off the side of my bed. I stepped forward and quickly grabbed my diary and card.

I made it downstairs as mum pushed a plate of toast my way with a small bowl of muesli and yogurt my way. I quickly looked up and she was there with my juice. I smiled with half a mouthful of toast and nodded to try and smile as I reached for the juice. "Thanks mum." As I received it, she leaned over the bench and kissed my forehead. She continued to pull apart and chew on her toast and sip her herbal tea. Her hair dropped into curls that came down just past her shoulders. She smiled at my dad who winked at her while he bit on his waffles. He looked at me and stuck out his tongue. Wait, why doe-

"Mum! Why does dad get chocolate waffles?!" I whined and dad just chuckled. Mum playful flicked his nose and he repeatedly said, "Ouch!" Mum knows everything about how to hurt him. Mum's got high cheekbones and plump pink lips. Her nose is pointed and her eyes a light green with lines merging from the outer ring of her pupil. I had it too and so did my brothers and my dad. Mum was lean but curvy and dad was just a unit. He was tall and slightly bulk. Everyone always asked why my mum and dad were so young and I never thought about it but they still looked in their late 20's. Actually, they look around 28 or 27. I never thought about it except that they age well. Dad wasn't too bulk but just toned and had a very fit build. Mum never really tells any of us how she met dad. Dad won't say either except the fact that they hated eachother.


I got off my seat as mum grabbed her stuff and dad was already in the car while Braedon was gone for another few months overseas to stay with his girlfriend. The trip was long and I fell asleep after Boston. I know that I was asleep for a few hours so I'd say it was at least a twelve hour trip. I woke up with my earphones in and I pulled them out when mum turned around from the drivers seat.
"We're here baby. Look how big this place is!" She exclaimed. We drove down the driveway and entered another large gate. The grounds were gorgeous and I'm sure the landscape and plants such as the flowers would look beautiful if it was for all the rain. The flowers on the side of the driveway were radiating colours. It was beautiful but you could see the whole place was old. Well to me it looked like it was historical which it probably is.

My dad woke up and stretched in the passenger seat and mum dodged a flying and straining hand.
"Sorry love." He said as he put the window down.
Mum looked around and kept driving. There were kids... wait... everyone was my age. Some we're just a year or two older. Some even looked 19. They all walked in the rain to different buildings. We finally neared a undercover parking area. But it wasn't under ground, just an area where cement was cradling cars gathered and a door I presumed that entered the building. We got out and dad grabbed all my bags and suitcases. I just carried my ipod, carry bag and my pillow. Someone held the door open as we hurried on in.

The woman looked down at me. She was one abnormally tall woman. She looked at me over her small bumped nose and low heavy cheekbones. Her mouth in a stern line and her eyebrows high under her cap. Her eyes were a lifeless blue. She then smiled as she peered to my parents. They smiled back and all shook hands.
"Hello, I'm Belle Foster. I'll be your daughters Sports adviser and PDHPE teacher." She sneered at me and stuck out her hand for me to shake. I did as silently ordered and she kept her hand fierce. What The Hell is going on?

Three


Mrs Foster escorted me and my parents up to my room where they helped me unpack into the dark and dark large room. I even had a double four post bed. Can anything get any weirder? Ashleigh and I had already searched up what boarding schools were like and we even did a whole research project on it. Woah. After we unpacked I put my air freshener sticks beside my laptop. I turned and mum gave me a box with a bow on top and a card slip under the ribbon. They can't be leaving already?

"Here you go darlin'. You take care of yourself now." He walked over to me and took my cheeks in between his index and thumb. And squeezed.
Mum stepped beside me and rubbed my shoulder as she passed me the box.
She said softly, "I know you'll do well. Do us proud sweetheart."
My voice spoke without my permission. "You can't go yet!" I wailed.
Dad's eyes softened as he looked at mum. Mum's eyes gathered tears.
"We gotta get goin' little bee." He said softly.
Mum hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek. Then dad took me in a bear hug and swung me side to side. Then he put me down and put out his knuckle.
"Go get em'." And with that he bumped knuckles with me,

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