narrator: Melina Baker1
The trees flew past the van’s (that I absolutely despise) window. Against the grey sky the bare trees stood swaying in the wind of an advancing storm. “Melina?” my mom said from the front seat this sudden breaking of the silence blanketing the car made me wince. “Yes mother?” I asked. She turned to glare at me “what?” I said putting on a facade of innocence. “Melina your teacher’s wont like your rude behavior. Please behave better for them than you do for me.” I could sense it coming I wan’t getting out of this car alive if I didn’t apologize immediately so quickly before she could shape the lecture I spit it out. “Sorry.” Her mouth relaxed from its tight line formation it had been holding and she turned back to the road.
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I released my breath, rubbing my forehead I looked at the picture on the front of ABA boarding school for young adults. It showed three students standing arms encircling each other, one boy with sandy blonde hair and green eyes and two girls with brown hair and blue eyes presumably twins.
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A quaint little boarding school in the hills of Vermont from the pictures it seemed more like the castle in Harry Potter, the school was actually built to conform to the hills. The large grounds were an expanse of grass. A lake glimmered in the sunlight of a quiet I concluded this HAD to have awful teacher or something because there was no way a place with such majestic beauty must have some pretty major faults.
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Yawning I returned to staring out of the window, as soon as I settled into my regular state of mind yelling from the twins in the back. “Rhishka! Tanya!” I shouted over my shoulder “SHUT UP!!” Rhishka and Tanya are both 13 and impossible to keep in one room together for more than 3 minutes. In the moment generally I wished I could put shock collars on them and when they started arguing I could fry their brains but I loved them anyway. Suddenly the car stopped thrusting me nearly out of my seat but when I looked up I could barely register what I was looking at…
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verry well writen 
