Post by kate on Jul 11, 2009 8:39:04 GMT -6
KateElizabeth
Hittacre.!?Oh so very British
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Starting a new school is never easy, that first day when you enter the doors into your new life- knowing nothing, no-one or infact anything. You are to face the trials and tribulations of making new friends, enemies and surviving. Kate thought back to her first day at Cambridge Prepatory co-ed boarding school back in England, that had been bad enough and she’d even fitted in there! She hadn’t stood out greatly in Cambridge, England, most girls at her school were infact small, slender and brunette… oh and horse riders… yet that was back in England. Three months previous Kate had returned from school ecstatic that she only had one more year left before she could leave as it was the summer holidays that was when he parents broke the news. They were moving to America. Life was over. Officially. So here she was now three months later, in America, all alone, with her horses at her parent’s house, boarding at a school where she knew nadda. Nothing. Zilch.
The school they had chosen had a good reputation… well it did according to the brochures, when googled she made a shocking discovery which she had planned to change her parents mind about the move with. Just four months earlier, five students had been murdered by a fellow pupil who thus took his own life. Somehow this didn’t change her parents minds, it was all “It was a freak accident Kate,” “The school has assured us…” “It is an excellent opportunity!”. URGH. So here she was, suitcases in one hand, due to her other arm being in a cast- after a riding incident in which her horse fell on her. A week before they moved of course bye bye bikini time- dragging them through the school hallway attempting to find somewhere or someone who will help her.
The soft American accent from pupils that passed filled her ears, like the sound of sweet music (cheesy comparison I know but that’s honestly what it sounded like). That was going to be the immediate difference they would notice. Kate had always had a privileged up bringing so she was well spoken. Not on the same level as the Queen or anything, softer spoken that than. She didn’t tend to gallop around on her horses hunting screaming “Tally ho!” and “Good show old chap!”… well not the screaming part. Her eyes drifted over the sea of faces that were passing her.
Another difference she immediately noticed was the fashion sense, here was a tad different to what it had been at Cambridge. They all seemed somewhat better dressed than what she was at the moment, in England they only got dressed up if there were a party or if they were going out… she had assumed that it would be the same anywhere. She had gone for the comfort clothes on the drive to her new school from her families new home two hours away. Wearing simply a joules equestrian polo shirt and a pair of mid stone wash denim shorts, doubled with a pair of flip flops- if she’d known this would make her stand out further she wouldn’t have worn it. Her long hair pulled messily into a high ponytail bar her sweeping side fringe and the slight pieces that framed her face. She certainly didn’t look her worse, she somehow even managed to pull off the lazy look. Guys back in England seemed to prefer it when she was dressed like this and not when she was going out. Her blue eyes were lined with a kohl eyeliner pencil and a slight brushing of black mascara to lengthen her lashes, finally a sweeping over rose blusher lay on her cheeks. Contemplating whether to run into the nearest bathroom and dig out some of her better clothes. Bad introductions on a first day are never good.
Twirling around looking for the nearest restroom, she stumbled over someone’s foot and crashed onto the floor landing heavily on her plastered arm, her suitcases flying everywhere.
“Oh bollucks,” she moaned, her clipped English accent was a sharp contrast to the surrounding American one.
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Wearing: This
Listening to: Tinchy Stryder ft Amelle- never leave.
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