I'm sitting in the Guidance Office, my legs crossed over each other and I'm staring at the ground. After finding out that I am not on the roaster, Miss. Haverly told me to go down to the office and ask them why. My guidance counselor is always busy so I'm waiting, missing my next class already. Finally the door opens and Mr. Pedone walks out, scratching his long beard. I get up from the couch and he tells me to come in his office. I sit down at the table and he sits on his chair, his computer behind me with my name and picture on. He looks down at the paper in his hand, my schedule. "Okay Adeline, I am the one who took you down from your class attendance." "Why?" "Mr. Hansel called me last night, informing me that you will not be coming to our school anymore." "Who the hell is Mr. Hansel?" I snap back, my phone vibrating in my hand. I look at the screen, my mother telling me that she is coming to pick me up. Why does she have to pick me up after I told her that I'm not in my classes attendance? "He is a Principle at Willow-Red All Girls Boarding School." "And you believe this guy?" I tell him, getting a bit pissed. Who the hell would believe a random guy who calls at night about a girl going to a all girls boarding school? "I know him Adeline. Every year he calls up, picking one girl from our school to go to the Boarding School. It is an awesome opportunity and you were the chosen one. You were suppose to get a letter two weeks ago." A letter? I did not get a letter from the mail. "But I did not get one." "Maybe your parents got it but didn't tell you." Suddenly, the door shakes from a couple of knocks. Mr. Pedone tells the person to come in and it's mom. She gives me a weak smile while shutting the door and sitting besides me. "Good morning Mr. Pedone." "Hello Mrs. O'Here. I'm just telling Adeline over here about Willow-Red school." Mom places a hand on my thigh and sighs. "Your father and I were going to tell you, honey. We were going to tell you when it's time to leave because I know you wouldn't want to leave." "And that's right, I am not leaving to go to a lesbian school." "Adeline!" "Sorry." I mumble back while Mr. Pedone just smiles at us. "Anyways, I didn't know you guys were going to take out of the attendance so soon. She is suppose to leave tomorrow." "Tomorrow! Are you out of your mind! I am not leaving. What did I do to you and dad to make me go to a boarding school?" I get up, crossing my arms over my chest and staring down at mom. "Nothing honey but it's a great place to go." "Do you even know where it is?" Silence courses through the room and Mr. Pedone speaks up. "It's at Allieset Dark." What the fuck is that? It sounds so fake or like a goth wonderland. I roll my eyes, running my hand through my hair. "Why is it such a great place to go?" "You do know that your father and I are struggling for money now. This school is good because it's free and it's for college too." "College? I want to go to Duquesne University!" I shout and she tells me to lower my voice. "And school is almost done, it's May. Why the hell should I go now?" "You are going to live there, for the summer too." "What the f-" "Adeline, language!" Mom says before she cuts me off and Mr. Pedone watches us argue. "Okay, fine. I'm leaving." I grab my backpack and I walk out of the office, going out of the hall and to the doors. Mom follows behind, grabbing my arm and giving it a tight squeeze. "That was very rude! In front of your counselor!" "I don't care, he's not going to be my counselor anymore." I spit back while we walk to the car in silence. "Adeline, don't give me that attitude." I slam the passenger's door while she gets in the drivers. I look in her faded green eyes which are exactly like mine. "Are you joking?" I choke, tears wishing to come out. I lean my head against the seat, letting out a shaky sigh. Mom drives off, heading back home. "You don't even know where this place is!" I shout, rolling down the window because I'm getting hot flashes. "Honey, I know that it's a safe school. I looked it up online and it was created in the early 1800's." "And doesn't a man principal sound a bit sketchy for an all girls' school?" "Boys do go to that school but there isn't a lot. Also they learn in a separate building, you of course are on the girls side. And men do work there, it's not a private school with nuns, honey." "When I get there I am going to call you and tell you that I am stuck in a perverted human trafficking place where men take advantages of underage girls." Mom presses on the brakes hard and I lean forward, the seatbelt helping me not smash against the glove compartment. "I did not raise you to speak of that kind of language and I would never send you to something like that." I look up from her words spoken and we are stopped in front of a stop sign. The person behind us honks and mom drives again. "Plus, they do not allow cell phones so you won't be able to call me." "Frick that." I say because if I said 'fuck' mom would smack me across the face. "Well, you can't say no so just give it to me now." I realize that we are already home and mom pulls up the driveway. Dad isn't home yet and she puts the car on parked, taking the key out of the ignition. We both sit there in utter silence while I'm caressing my phone between my hands. Mom's hand is right next to me, her palm open for something to grab. To grab my phone. "Adeline, just give it up now. You are leaving tomorrow so I don't think you would want to post stuff on instagram or facebook about you leaving school." "Why are you doing this?" I ask her, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Adeline, it's not positive yet." "What?" "There's still hope of you coming home soon from that school." "What do you mean?" I cry back, getting frustrated for not understanding. Mom quickly snatches my phone from my hands and tosses it in her bag. Now I can't tell the news to Rebecca. "You need to take a test there if you are property able to go there." "That's dumb as shit." I say back to her with hate. "I'm not going." "Whatever you say, Adeline. You are going." She gets out of the car and I wait till she goes inside. I need some time alone. What has gotten in my mother's head to make her pick this decision?