Prepare to leave

"Excuse me? " 

"Don't blame yourself. You are a good girl. He is an asshole. Good girls don't deserve disloyal assholes like him, " There he was the owner of the voice that scared the shit out of me during my daylight. He was standing leaning his arm against the wall in a black shirt paired with a black shirt, silver rings dancing in his finger as he combed his dark brown hairs, pushing them away from his forehead.

" Who are you? Don't you have class? " 

Seriously, he doesn't look like he studies here. He might be from college. 

"I don't study here, " He replied. 

" How do you know about me? " I fired him as every feature of him exhibited suspicion. 

 He stood up straight, took a step towards me folding his hands behind him and looked down at me. 

"Don't be scared, I am not going to hurt you, I promise, " He said, taking a step back. 

I am so frustrated with everything around here. I just want to be alone. But I have no idea why this  guy is here and speaking to me. 

I am hell sure he would find some amazing girls like Minerva for him. 

"I think you are my type, " He said. 

"Excuse me? " I gasped. Did I just say that aloud? 

"Nothing, " He chuckled. 

" Who the hell are you? " 

" Adrian, Adrian Colten. Nice to meet you" 

He forwarded his hands. 

"You Miss? " He asked. 

"Miss Greyson, you have been requested to meet the principal as soon as possible." The intercom beamed when I went to reply to him. 

I glanced at the college guy as I ran away to the principal room.

Once I walked inside the principal room, I was greeted by an agitated principal sitting in his chair with his right hand holding the telephone pressed towards his ear while his left was placed on his table and his fingers were pumping the yellow sponge coloured ball which contorted into different shapes with force being squeezed on it. 

He nodded at me to take a seat across from him. On my right, I can see my art teacher standing with her hands folded against her chest intently watching the principal's actions. 

"Sure, Mr Greyson. I will take care of that. I will put you on the phone." His face twisted in discomfort and he held a tight smile while handing the phone over to me. 

I gently received the phone from the principal and pressed it in my ear. 

"Hello?"

"Lucia, pack your bags required for two weeks with all your essentials. I will be there to pick you up in a few hours, " My father gave the instructions and ended the call without waiting for my reply. 

I sighed and looked at the principal. 

Knowing what exactly happened the principal removed the phone from my hands and placed it back in its rightful place. 

He turned over to our art teacher and nodded at him. 

"So, as you have heard from your parents, you are going home for two weeks. It must be exciting. Isn't it? " She asked as she looked at me delightedly. 

Because she knew how much I wanted to visit my parents. She always found my paintings depicted something similar and it was the lack of care and affection I craved deep in my soul. 

"I guess so. " I squeaked. 

Oddly, I faced something so devastating yesterday in my life. I felt like drowning. I laid in my bed thinking how I am deprived of any true relationship in my life. Now I am getting what I have always wanted since I came here. I am going to meet my family. 

I am not happy. I am curious. 

Maybe I'm a little excited. 

"Good. The main reason I have called is to tell you that your entry for the art competition has been selected. You have been selected to enter the second round for the competition with two other students from our school. Congratulations! You are given a free pass to visit the art Museum Near New Orleans." 

One second backup did she just say I won? 

I am leaving the campus. 

Is it true that if God shuts one door and he will open another? 

Did he give me multiple options? 

Sweet Jesus. 

"Since you are leaving for two weeks at home, you will not be able to attend the trip. "

"But Miss I can cancel with my dad. I would love to visit this art exhibition." I interjected. 

"Miss Greyson. This is something you have always wanted. Just go and stay with your parents and recharge yourself when you come back. We have to give our best in the second round. Aren't we? " She walked near to me stroking my hair. 

I have always loved her motherly instincts though she is young. 

She is right. Visiting my family is something I have always wanted, I wanted to spend time with them, get to know about my siblings. I want to know which school they are attending. What are they interested in?  Does Taylor play football like my classmates' brothers? Or is he more of a guitar guy? I want to know how many guys Celia had dated? 

Last time when my father visited he said Draven joined the family business, which I am still unaware of. But still, he is the eldest of all. Will, he lay rules for me too when I go home? Will he give those protective glances like every brother does while meeting their sister in school? 

Most importantly I want to talk to Mrs Greyson. Will she hug and hold me again when I visit her? Will she urge me to say all the stories that happened here? Will she kiss me goodnight every night? 

I want these little cherishable moments with them. Such moments will make me belong to each other. 

Will they accept me as their family? 

I think a trip to an old museum will be nothing compared to these moments with them. 

"Yes, Miss Thompson I think I will choose my family over anything," I smiled as my eyes brimmed with tears. 

"Good then let's get you packed." She chuckled. 

We excused ourselves from the principal's room. 

When I was about to leave my room the principal spoke, 

"Miss Greyson. " I stopped and turned towards him. 

He was intently looking at some papers. 

"I see you skipped morning classes. Why was that? " I froze on my spot. 

Hold on.

Why did my father call all of a sudden?

I am packing my bags to leave. I am not sure I should be happy about this situation. Though it isn't a permanent decision, I am getting out of here. If I had known skipping classes would lead to me getting out of school, I would have done it sooner. 

I can finally go home.

Though it will not be a warm homecoming, I can at least have a change of surroundings. My father has ordered me to pack all the necessities required to stay for two weeks. I guess this time is going to be the longest I've ever stayed with them.

Though there is this part of me that is still thinking about my ex-boyfriend and hurt over the fact that he threw me away and the torment is simmering down slowly inside me. 

Funny how things change in 24 hours. If I got the news from the principal that I am going home when we were together, that would have been different happiness and excitement. 

I couldn't stop but wish that he would be happy for me knowing that I am going home.

He used to try his best to encourage me whenever I felt how my adoptive parents ignored me and made me feel like a stranger. He was there for me during these two years telling me that anyone would want to be with me once they got to know the real me. 

Cliche 

I guess it is a lie to get into my pants. 

I was so dumbass not to recognize these cliche lines he used on every other girl he ever dated and believed everything he said was true. 

White lies all over our relationship.