Amira Bhayat 11.2
The Letter
“Never,” I protested “never, never, never” this morning my parents had received a letter from Brookside Boarding School for Girls and I had got the post…
I was sitting at the breakfast table, staring into my cereal, thinking about the coming day, when the post rattled through the letter box. “Annabelle dear, go get the post please” my mum shouted from upstairs. This was the usual routine I’d wake up jump in the shower then go downstairs to eat breakfast alone. My parents both ran businesses and were generally ‘too busy’ to eat breakfast with me. I got the post and began flicking through it. Bills, bills and more bills, there a birthday card addressed to dad, probably from Aunt Christine who always sent them 2 months early and then at the bottom of the pile was a brown envelope with Brookside Boarding School for Girls stamped in the middle. I stopped, were they really sending me too a boarding school. A school with no friends where would share a room with strangers. The thought of it made me shudder as I imagined losing my huge room and walking wardrobe. I’d seen the girls from Brookside coming home twice a year, dressed in grey knee length skirts and blue blazers, their long hair tied in neat buns. Was I really that much of a burden to them that they felt the need to lock me in a boarding school.
