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"Honey you better hurry up, you are going to be late." My mom smiles pleasantly at me as she looks at her watch scooting off downstairs. Sighing I shove the worn out journal into my suitcase. Zipping it shut I glance around my room making sure I got everything I want to bring. I am a senior this year and at my school every senior stays at the dorms in the school. My mom, dad, and sister all did and I wasn’t going to be the one breaking up the tradition. No matter how much I hated tradition. I was the only son in this hallmark family. My dad was CEO of some big company I could care less about and my mom was the owner of her own bakery. They were what you call ‘high class citizens.’ My sister was slowly starting to glide into their footsteps. Me? I was easing my way onto new territory. A path not yet taken by my family. They knew it too, that’s why they sent me too this private school a few hours away from town.

"Asa Henderson you better get your butt down here right now mister!" The voice of my mother flying through the air until it enters my ears. I laugh at the way she says my name brushing my silky blonde hair out of my face as I pick up my many suitcases. Treading carefully down the stairs I pluck my eyes away from the grey carpeting to see the angry face of my father. He hates being late to anything, even when it is not for him. Says it ‘reflects on him.’ Whatever. Coming to the bottom step I wait for someone to help grab my bags, instead I get backs turned walking out the door.

"Yeah, thanks guys! Ya’ll are truly a big help!" I yell sarcastically at them as I make my way through the tiny hole in the wall that people call a door. Plopping the bags near the trunk of the car I rest my hand on car; catching my breath from the exhausting walk from the house to the car. My pats me on the back.

"Stop being so over dramatic." She says as she takes her seat in the passenger side. Rolling my eyes I shove the bags in trunk. God I will be so glad when I get away from here for a whole year! Sitting in the back seat I stretch my legs out, getting comfortable. Placing the earphones on my head I press play on my Ipod drowning out the annoying voices of my mom and dad arguing over the most ridiculous things. Three hours in the car seems like eternity. Pulling up to the ivory gates that kept my freedom prisoner we are welcomed by the familiar voice of Ron the gatekeeper.

"Hello there Mr. and Mrs. Henderson. What’s up Ace?" I smile as I wrap the cord around my Ipod, placing it carefully in my back pocket. A few seconds later a short piercing beep sounds as the iron gates creak open. The asphalt road turning into finely kept bricks. The rusty red shiny bright as the sun helps show off its beauty. Kids reuniting with friends clutter the well kept lawn. The grass looking as if it were fake. One theory says that they tear it up planting new grass every year, never giving it time to turn brown. The famous Georgia oaks are the real beauty to me. Scattered about in various places, giving great shade from the sun. Turning into the parking lot I hop out, breathing in the fresh air. Waving at a few familiar faces. My dad holding the smallest suitcase, waiting for me to grab the other two. Sighing I grab them, my arms feeling as if I put 50 lb. weights on both arms. Walking up the grand staircase to the entrance I glance at the small changes that have happened while away. More vines making their homes along the bricks of the building. Inching their way up towards the sky. We walk through the red oak double doors. Voices echo through the broad halls, making it seem louder then they really are. Juggling my suitcases I reach into my jean pocket, my finger searching for the texture of paper. Grabbing hold, I inch it out of my pocket. Hoisting it up to my face I read my dorm room number. Dorms were all the way at the top floor. Classes were below. That way there was no real excuse to be late.

"What number son?" My dad’s voice raising so he is heard over the many that spoke at once.

"Uh,117." I turn my head around making sure he heard. Pressing the elevator button the family is once again back together. My mom, like every year, goes on and on about how the kids have no respect for their body. Wearing tight pants to show off, what she calls, ‘love handles.’ Boys wearing baggy pants that are always falling off their butts. I roll my eyes as I smile, the elevator dinging open. Rushing in, the elevator is packed with other families. Looking around I wonder if it is over its weight capacity as we creak upwards. Looking to the top watching the numbers light up with each floor we come to. Number five lights up, the doors opening letting us get out of the claustrophobic area. Walking down I search for my number. Knowing it was going to be on the left side. Girls always have the even numbers, while boys have the odd. I spot cameras in each corner alerting on any ‘naughty’ kids that try to sneak in the opposite sex’s room. Halting I open my door. Hoping I was with someone I knew. Smiling I see my three best friends. All unpacking, already choosing which bed was theirs. They all saved the bed by the window for me, knowing that was my favorite one. Setting my bags down I smack hands with them.

"Okay sweetheart." My mom says, hugging me as my face turns pale in embarrassment. "We love you! Try not to miss us too much." She says jokingly as she kisses me on the forehead, leaving behind the red lipstick. Giggles from my friends ring out as I roll my eyes, nodding my head slowly.

"Alright mom. You can go now." I say gently pushing her to the door.

"Come on Evelyn, the boy is 18 not 10." My dad says nodding to me and the guys as his arm wraps around his wife, pushing her out the door. "You boys behave now." He says, his fingers pointing at us. His voice taking on that cop tone. The door finally closes, laughter bursting out. I turn to my friends raising my hands in the air nodding my head slowly.

"Yeah, yeah. Ya’ll can shut up now." I say taking a pillow smacking them in the head with it. They all join in, smacking one another until we ran out of breath from laughing so much. Hitting the floor I lean against the foot of my bed. "We are seniors now guys." I say slowly staring at each of them, their smiles wide, nodding in agreement. Everything felt perfect, like I never even have a secret that is eating away at me. Keeping it hidden so I won’t turn into some kind of circus freak, or experiment. Standing up I begin unpacking, setting my clothes in the large dark wood dresser. Taking up the four drawers. Each person has their own dresser, the beds align the two walls, parallel from one another. Except the guys rearranged them before I got here. John’s bed is in the far corner, caddy cornered. Over looking the other three. Mine is by one of the two windows. Taylor’s bed is in the middle of the right wall. Brett’s is over by the other window, slightly sideways. The room is huge. Has a bathroom, and a small kitchen. A small table stands in the middle of it, four chairs circled around it. Walking over to the refrigerator I see it is completely stocked.

"Yeah my mom kind of went over board with buying us food." Taylor smiles laying his chocolate hair on his pillow. His green eyes staring at the ceiling. I laugh taking out a Mountain Dew. Twisting the cap I hear the snapping of the protective seal, then the hiss of freshness. My mouth waters as my fingers eagerly untwist it taking it off. My dry mouth getting the satisfaction of liquid rushing down. Looking at the neon red clock on the wall I see it is already 6:15 p.m. Sighing I plop down on my bed staring out at the entrance to the school. Red lights flash as cars leave, sad parents hug their child. Laying back I fold my arms behind my head, peering up at the night that is taking over. White speckles appearing in the sky. Taking out a new journal from my pillow I begin writing.

I place the book back in my pillow case, my searching through the rays of red neon. Making sure that no one saw me. Laying my head back down, I close my eyes drifting into a dreamless sleep. Somewhere in the night, people are making plans to take over the school. Looking for someone’s untold secret.