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Hi, my name is Caroline
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 | The Open Door [01] |
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| Created: 2009-11-03 21:51:57 |
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If one morning you were to wake up and have your whole entire world changed because of a simple mistake you made, what would you do? Would you try to act like everything was normal, like the biggest thing in your life was just a small, boring fact in your day to day life? But then again what if this wasn’t a mistake, what if this was the best choice you’d ever made in your life and nothing that would ever happen would ever change your mind?
There are only a few questions in one’s life but I’m afraid to say that these questions would only be a few in mine. Caroline Mead is my name and my life is full of them, so many questions, yet few answers. Basically I’ve made it my destiny to find the answers to these questions, no matter what it takes, well almost what it takes.
So here I sit, alone in my quiet bedroom, at my normally noisy boarding house, which is nice for a change. The wind flows through my peaceful window and plays softly with my brown curly hair. I sit hugging my knees with my plain cream sheets and doona covering my body.
I look around and all I can see it wooden furniture. My room is the most basic room ever, well every room in this dreadful boarding school is exactly the same with, but each room has a bit of our own touch. Like pictures of family, dead or alive, decorations, drawings, you know, usual stuff.
My room is a rectangular, my square shaped window, surrounded by white bars, sitting just underneath it is my bed so I can easily look out unto the night sky. Opposite of my window is a plain wall with a desk over to the corner and a bookshelf, consisting of millions of books and stuffed animals sitting on top. Between the plain wall with the wooden desk and my window was my plain white ugly door.
My ugly white door, I’ve always hated it. Ever since I got here I’ve tried to cover the door with whatever I could, posters, pictures, even measuring charts. Nothing could ever completely cover it, and it always bugged me.
Once, about three years ago I begged Miss Ashley (the lady that is in charge of this place) to paint my door a creamy colour, or a darker colour, anything but white.
“It’s far too white though! I can never sleep when that bright white light is always staring at me!” I complained, sitting in here plain office, facing her desk.
The tall white woman sat on the other side of the wooden desk, her red hair tied into a tight bun. Her tight black dress clipped to her body. There was no fat to be seen on this woman, she had the perfect figure and I had always wished for.
Her face had bright green eyes, always full of happiness and hope for us all. She had very few freckles just on the top of her checks, but suited her perfectly. Her eyebrows were waxed, once every six weeks by a personal beautician that came in for her and a few of the other girls.
The room surrounding us then was small and cramped. The walls were painted a cream colour with grey carpet. There were pictures of excursions and holidays with all the children that had ever been to the boarding house, in this block. Miss Ashley always became close with every child that came through, she tried to be as kind and nice as she could to every child, and loved us all equally, but at the same time she had to follow the school rules.
“I’m sorry Caroline, I have asked the principal about this and she has said no to me about a million times, to be honest I think she is getting sick of the question ‘can we paint Block C’s doors a creamy colour?’ She just won’t have it from me anymore and I really don’t want to get on her bad side, maybe you could create a college of all your posters to cover the door, or wall paper?”
Miss Ashley tried to be helpful, but at times like this it was no use.
“Alright Miss Ashley never mind, I’ll try and put up with it for another year. “ I sighed and got up, pushing my chair behind me and left the room.
End of another boring memory and the start of another boring day at St Bosco High where everything is normal and very religious. Here at our religious school the only few people that are strict on swearing are the principal himself, Mr Calloway, the deputy principal Ms Crandon and his little pet Steve.
Steve was in my grade and was an odd kid. He was a little blonde headed kid who I think found the dorkiest glasses in the shop and picked them out to wear, always button up right to his neck school shirt, or out of school just a green button up to his neck green shirt with cream waist high pants. He had the worst ache, with braces to match.
This kid was the ultimate stay away from the freak zone or else suffer an eternity of bullying and humiliation. It was very rare that people sat next to him, we all knew he was the mole for Mr Calloway. He was not to be trusted.
So here I sit waiting, just waiting for Tony, a tenth grader to come knocking on my door. He did this every morning, even though he knew I was awake, I can never sleep when the sun comes up, it goes right into my eyes and they burn til I awake.
My desk has a letter on it from my aunty, begging me to come home, to see what it would be like to live with her and her husband. But no matter how many times I say no she keeps writing back with the same question.
A soft tap interrupted my thoughts and in came Tony.
“Hey Caroline, time to wake up and get ready,” he smiled and closed the door.
My head full of all these thoughts felt like it was going to burst, enough! I thought. I pushed the sheets of and slid right into my worn out slippers. I pulled my dressing gown off my bedside table and made my way to my trunk at the end of my bed and pulled it open. Inside was everything I would ever need here. Clothes, a few books I hadn’t put away, my mother and father, my brother and my cat Tom, who was asleep under my bed.
Tom was a grey average size cat. I loved him to death and always have. Tom has been in my life for only six months, but ever since we first laid eyes on each other we’ve always been friends. He loves me as much as I love him and I try not to stay away from him for too long.
I pulled my clothes out of my trunk and closed it. I really needed a dresser, badly. I pulled the clothes on and threw my pyjamas and dressing gown on the floor. I heard Tom awake and the small grey cat walked slowly out and looked at the clothes on the floor and meowed.
“Tom, I’ll pick them up now, I was just... organising my bag, yes organising my bag.” I picked up the clothes and made an apologetic face at Tom and walked out, leaving my dressing gown on my bed.
I walked silently down the plain wall, brown carpet, light coloured walls with a few pictures of wildlife every few metres. I went down the stairs and headed towards the laundry. Block C was huge, so many people decided to board here, mainly because Miss Ashley let us stay up to a ridiculous time every Saturday and midnight on Fridays.
I finally reached the laundry and found Lauren putting her clothes in a washing machine.
“Oh hi Caroline, I was just putting my clothes in. That’s all you’re washing? Well, Miss Ashley hasn’t washed much of your clothes this week so just throw all those in. That’s it, well I must be off, period zero today, sucks. I haven’t had time to have breakfast, one of the children, I think her names Macey, yes that’s the one. Well she couldn’t find her bunny rabbit and we all knew Robert took it but he didn’t want to admit it but we ended up getting it out of him, they don’t start till 11 today because of the picnic They are pretty lucky aren’t they? Well, I think I’ve bored you enough with my blabber, I’m off. See you at lunch!” With a wave and a friendly smile Lauren was out of the room in a flash and left me there to stare in shock and continue to take in everything she had just said.
Lauren always talked nonstop, no one could ever make her stop, most people found this dreadful but I found it entertaining, I was more of a listening person than a talking person. I liked to hear about people’s problems and help them through it. It was just one of those annoying features about me. JD my best friend always told me it was a good feature, to always keep it no matter what, that’s what people love about me.
“This feature about you is what makes you, you. It’s what makes you so peaceful, kind, sweet and graceful. I don’t ever want you to change and as far as everyone else is concerned, no one else wants you to change.”
I sighed at the memory, remember the smile on his face, maybe he was right, maybe I should never change. |
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