"I'm sorry sir, but if you don't take her in, then she will be sent to live with a foster family."
"Are you sure there are no other options?"
"Yes, I have already checked. You are the only living relative."
With a great sigh General McKain stood up from his desk, which was strewn with various documents, his chair scraping lightly against the hard wood floor. He walked over and stood looking out of the window. His gaze fell on the dorms that at this point were empty, but soon would be full.
"Okay." He reluctantly agreed.
He turned to face the man that had brought this predicament to him. Upon entering he had introduced himself as Mr.Gerston. He was a rather short, plump, man with a heavily receding hairline. Compared to himself he looked as if he could be a midget. General McKain was a tall man standing at 6'6. He had deep brown hair that was peppered throughout with gray.
"I'm glad that you could do this. It is so much better for the girl." Mr. Gerston stated as he rose from his chair and went to shake General McKain's hand.
Without any more words being exchanged General McKain shook Mr. Gerston's hand and watched him as he left. After the man had left he returned to his seat behind his desk, with his head buried in his hands. He had never expected this. Never. He was not ready for this.
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"Lily, Lily! Come downstairs!"
"I'm coming!" I yelled as I jogged downstairs to meet my mother, who had been yelling for me.
"Your Dad and I are going out for dinner. You wanna come?" She asked.
"Nah. You two go. I'm not that hungry."
"Okay. I'll have my cell on if you need anything."
My mom smiled at me. We went though this routine every time she left the house. You could say she was a little protective and worried easily. My dad on the other hand was a lot more laid back and easy going.
"Bye, Lily. Be good, you know all that junk." My dad said as he kissed the top of my head and left arm in arm with my mom.
"Yeah, yeah. Have a good time." I called to them as they got into their car and drove away.
'Hm…. What to do?' I thought to myself.
Well after maybe a grand total of two seconds I ran upstairs to my room. I grabbed the remote to my stereo and turned the volume up to the max. I immediately grabbed my brush, ahem, microphone. I love turning my stereo all the way up. My parents always complain about how loud it is then make me turn it down, but they were gone so it was gonna be loud. I loved the way it made the walls tremble and the floors shake.
About an hour later I had completely tired myself out. You know pretending to be a rock diva is very tiring. I twitched my stereo off as I trotted downstairs and into the kitchen. The minute I opened the refrigerator, the doorbell rang.
'I don't want to buy any stupid subscriptions!' I thought as I opened the door.
How I wish it had been a salesperson. Standing in front of me were two cops. One was a man that looked to be in his early forties, and a woman that seemed to be in her mid thirties.
"Are you Lily Daniels?" The man asked me.
"Y..Yes." I quietly stammered out.
"I'm very sorry. Your parents were involved in a fatal car accident."
It felt as if the wind has just been knocked out of me. My knees gave out as I sank to the floor in shock, my hand still clutching the handle.
"They were hit head on by a drunk driver on the wrong side of the road- -"
That was all I heard. That was all I needed to hear. My parents were dead. Gone from my life forever! That couldn't be possible! Only an hour ago I had been standing right her talking to them! My chest felt heavy and it was getting hard to breathe. My cheeks were stained with tears that I didn't know I had been crying.
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The next three days all seemed like one big blur to me. The funeral, the burial, all of those people hugging me and telling me how sorry they were. However one thing stuck clear in my mind. I was in a small stuffy office with a short, plump man with a receding hairline. He introduced himself as Mr. Gerston. He was my parents' lawyer. We had been going over the will and I wasn't really paying attention. That was until he got to the part of what would happen to me.
"It is the wish of Trevor and Kathy Daniels that their daughter Lily Daniels be put in the care of Eric McKain, their only living relative." He finished reading from my parents' will.
"So what does that mean?" I asked him confused.
"It means that you will be going to live with you Uncle… in London."
"London, Kentucky." I was okay with that, it wasn't too far from where I lived.
"No. London, England." He stated simply as if moving to a new country was no big deal.
I sat there in shock. I had lived in Kentucky my whole life! I had never even visited another country, let alone move to one! Not to forget that I hadn't seen my Uncle since I was nine, and considering that I'm now sixteen, that's oh about… SEVEN YEARS, and now I have to live with him.
Well now that I've gotten you all caught up, shall we return to the present.
It had been a week since I was told that I would be moving to London, and her I was sitting in a faded orange plastic chair, waiting for my flight number to be called. Glancing down I saw my pink flip-flops and my two small carry on bags.
"Flight number 149 to London, England is now boarding." The female voice buzzed over the intercom.
Sighing I hoisted my bags from the ground, after pulling down my light pink, and white striped polo. I slowly made my way to the terminal.
'This is it. My whole life is gonna change.'
Once I had placed my bags into the overhead compartment I flopped down into my seat and pulled out my Ipod, along with my newest issue of Seventeen. Turning the volume up on my Ipod to drown out the world around me a small smile crept across my lips. 'Miss Independent' by Kelly Clarkson came blasting through the earpieces. I had always loved this song.
About half way through my flight I woke up with my magazine still opened in my lap and 'Move Along' by the All American Rejects blasting into my head. I turned off my Ipod and got up to use the bathroom.
Stepping into the small, cramped bathroom I locked the door, and turned on the water. I splashed water onto my face and rubbed the sleep out of my almond shaped brown eyes. I ran my fingers through my shoulder length dark brown hair getting out the tangles. I brought my head up to look into the mirror. GOD! I looked horrible. There were dark circles under my eyes, and I looked pale.
'I can't spend the rest of my life like this! I can't keep feeling sorry for myself! I don't want this to ruin my life. I've mourned, and now I'm ready to move on. I'm gonna make the best of my life!'
After my little metal self pep talk, I walked back to my seat.
The rest of the flight had rather boring. Consisting of an overly happy flight attendant that kept asking me if I wanted some peanuts, a total of four times, and a three year old boy throwing a tantrum because his mom wouldn't let him have the peanuts. I thought I was gonna go crazy! Thankfully the pilot's voice came over the speakers.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be landing in London, England shortly. Please fasten your seat belts and remain seated until further notice. Thank you for flying with American Airlines, have a nice day!"
'Finally! If that lady offered me one more bag of peanuts, I was gonna shove them down her throat!'
That same flight attendant brought me out of my thoughts.
"Miss we have landed. You may now undo your seat belt and exit the plane." She said smiling the whole time.
Mumbling quick thanks I undid my seat belt and got my bags down from their prior-resting place. Walking out into the aisle, bags in hand, I waited as the other people slowly shuffled off the plane. I ended up waiting behind the mom with the three-year-old boy, who was now peacefully asleep in her arms with his thumb in his mouth.
After waiting for ten minutes I finally stepped off the plane and into the airport. I grabbed the rest of my luggage from the waiting station and proceed towards the exit to find the find that I had been told would be waiting to pick me up.
After a while of waiting I spotted a man dressed in army attire holding a small white sign with clean black letters that said DANIELS.
"Hi." I said as I approached him.
At first he looked a little confused but shook the look from his face and replied with a stiff 'hello'. He grabbed my luggage and put into the trunk of a black car. He then opened the back door and waited for me to get in.
"Thanks." I offered with a small smile as I climbed in, he shut the door behind me without responding.
The car ride was long, silent, and uncomfortable. He kept glancing at me in through the mirror, with a weird look in his eyes. It looked like curiosity.
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After forty-five silent minutes I found myself looking out the window to see a sign that read, 'Wilmington Military Academy for – ' I didn't even finish reading the sign, I was shocked.
'That just said Military Academy! I'm supposed to go live with my Uncle! Not go to Military school!'
"Miss, we're here." The man stated from the front seat.
He got out of the car and opened my door. I slowly climbed out and said a quiet 'thank you.' He nodded his head and went to get my luggage out of the trunk. I looked around in amazement taking in the surroundings.
There were four identical buildings each made out of deep red brick and three stories high. Off to the side were several smaller buildings that looked like offices. On the opposite side sat a large three-story building, which seemed to resemble a school. Off in the distance I caught a glimpse of what looked like an obstacle course.
'OKAY! I AM NOT DOING AN OBSTACLE COUSRE!' I screamed inside my head.
"This way miss." The man said as he headed towards one of the buildings that looked like an office carrying your luggage.
I followed behind him carrying the two small bags I had taken on the plane with me. We reached a small red brick building. I waited as he knocked on the oak door.
"Come in!" Came a deep voice from behind the door.
He opened the door to reveal a small office with a man in his mid to late forties that had dark brown hair that was peppered with gray, sitting behind a large mahogany desk. The man that had brought me here nodded his head in the other man's direction and left with my luggage/
"Please, sit down." He said motioning to a chair opposite his desk.
I sat down in the wooden chair; the silence was like it had been on the car ride.
"You don't remember me do you?"
"No, I'm sorry." I said shaking my head.
"Well I didn't expect you to. It has been nine years." He said with a small smile.
"Uncle Eric!" I said in disbelief.
"Yes. You look very different yourself Lily. You seem to have grown into a fine young lady."
"Thanks." I replied.
"What are you now… sixteen?"
"I am very sorry about your parents and I am sorry that I couldn't male it to the funeral. I was busy making arrangements for you."
"It's okay." I replied trying to sound nonchalant.
"Yes, well." He said clearing his throat. "If you haven't already noticed this is a Military Academy. I work and live here. I have made arrangements for you to attend school and live here, but I have asked that you be excluded from all military related activities.
'THANK GOD!' I silently cried in my head.
"You will live in the junior dorms with the rest of the juniors. Here is your room key." He said as he handed me a small key with the number 314 printed on it.
"Your luggage has already been brought up to your dorm room."
"Thanks." I said as I took the key from him.
"Oh and I am sorry but you're going to have three roommates. There was no room left for you to have your own room."
"That's okay. I'm fine with sharing."
"A..And there is one more thing you should know."
"This is an all boys academy."
'What did he just say!?!?!?!?!'
"I know that this is a shock, but there were no other options. The boys will arrive later today, back from fall break."
"S.So I'm sharing a room with three guys?"
Yes, I am very sorry and since this was such short notice, none of them know that you are here yet, so it will be quite a surprise for them too."
I couldn't say anything. What were you supposed to say to that? "Oh golly gee thanks!" NO! this was going to be just great. Just fucking great!.