Being Erika

Hi, I'm Erika.
Just a normal teenage girl.
But my parents don't agree.
They wan't to send me to a posh boarding school.
You wanna find out why?

Then read on.


9. Out

"Erika? Erika?" Chantelle whispers, shaking my shoulder. I make a muffled annoyed sound to let her know that I want her to go away.

"Erika, get up. It's 'mixing' day today." she says with a look of amusment on her face.

I turn around in my bed and face her. "What?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"We get to go on the bus to town with the boys from the other boarding school." she tells me.

"Yay." I say sarcasically.

"Get out of bed! Or... I'll chuck water over you!" Chantelle warns .

"You dare!" I say, a look of anger surfacing on my face. I'm not a morning person! It's the weekend - I'm not gonna get up early if I don't have to!

"You never know," Chantelle starts, spinning her foot round in circles and looking at the floor, mocking a shy girlie girl, "you might meet a cute boy."

Huh. Well that would be nice. But doubtful. Like I said earlier - I'm not very attractive. Chantelle on the other hand probably gets drowned in male attention! Ugh. What's the time?

"What's the time?" I say out loud.

"Quarter to nine," Chantelle says, applying a thin layer of mascara "Bus leaves at ten. Get up now if you're coming! Theres a couple of boys I want to introduce you to."

I sit up in bed rubbing my eyes. The curtains have been drawn, the blinds up. So with the white walls and bed sheets, the room is so bright it's almost blinding. I stifle a yawn and stumble out onto the light wooden floor. I walk over to my suitcase, take out my grey and pink moustache jumper and my favourite super soft skinny jeans. I need to unpack my things but I really can't be bothered right now. I walk past Chantelle, who has now moved on to doing her hair, and enter our small en suite bathroom. The peppermint toothpaste lathers in my mouth and I spit it back into the sink. After a quick shower I slip on my clothes. Comfortable.

I walk out of the bathroom and tie my hair into a tight pony-tail. I notice Chantelles not there and start to panic but then I hear her voice outside the door.

"Come on Erika!" She shouts. "We're gonna miss the bus!"

"Okay, okay I'm coming!" I grab a purse, fill it with £10, some lipgloss and a mirror and run out the door forgetting to close it behind me. Chantelle rolls her eyes, closes it, and strolls out the school with me.

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