First Day

As her parents pulled up to Elliot Preparatory School, Bridget could feel butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. The school was massive with lush green grass all around it. Behind the grass were dorms that were buzzing with students hurrying to check in and check out their dorms. Her parents were dropping her off at Elliot, claiming that she would receive a better education at the school. In her opinion they were trying to get rid of her and travel the world free of their teen’s problems. Bridget didn’t mind leaving her home in Boston, Massachusetts, because she moved so often for her parents jobs, she had become accustom to it. Her parents recently quit their high-paid jobs and decided to retire early. So when her parents told her to pack up her stuff and told her she was moving to California, happily obliged. Just now two minutes away from the school, she started to get nervous. From her view, the students looked normal except they had an undeniable splash of style. Style meaning expensive clothes with high-class designer tags. Her parents were rich also, but she didn’t find it necessary to buy designer clothes to flaunt their wealth. They gave her a credit card from American Express and told her spend as she pleases. Her bags were sent two weeks in advance awaiting her arrival at the back of the dorms. The car trip from the airport was silent until the car pulled up to the drop off zone.

Bridget’s mom, Julie, looked back at Bridget, “Bye sweetie, we’ll miss you”.

“Doubt it”. Bridget whispered under her breath.

Thankfully her mom hadn’t heard a word. She closed the car door and watched as the car sped away. She turned around, hoisted her purse on her shoulder and headed toward the dorms. As she stepped into the clean and minuscule looking office, she realized that most people have already checked in. A five person awaited her, as she stepped in line. As she neared the desk she could see a middle aged woman working.

“ Hello, Welcome to Elliot Prep” The woman said rather cheerfully, reminding Bridget of her grandmother.

“ Hi, my name is Bridget Kaska, I’m new.”

The woman perked up, “Oh that’s good.” She paused looking down at the packet on her desk, she highlighted something and looked up, “ Bridget , you’re in room 208, Paris Dorm,” She paused again, looking through a filed drawer. She pulled out a packet and handed it to Bridget. “Here’s your key, map of campus and your schedule. My name is Ms. Blake and I’m your guidance counselor. Come to me if you have any problems.” Ms. Blake finished hastily.

With a final wave, Bridget turned around and walked toward the exit. She went through the back of the building and picked up her baggage, and headed off. She pulled out her map and started walking past a group of low maintenance looking boys. One of the boys looked up at her, smiled and continued to speak to his friends. He glanced at her again and patted one of his friends on the back. Struggling with her luggage, she dropped her bags to the ground. She turned around to face the boy she saw before. He had intense blue eyes and brown shaggy hair,

He smiled, “ Having trouble?”

Bridget looked up, caught in his sky-blue eyes. “Yes, can you tell me where Paris dorm is?”

He smiled again, “You’re new aren’t you?”