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weeks ago, but telling my parents was another deal entirely. Not that it really mattered.

en less enthusiastic. l had waited until we were both sitting at the dinner

part of me wanted my mum to be happy, jubilate and

ook up, she did

you to school, she said flatly. We barely have enough to keep thi

- just complacency. Just like everything else in Ravel Creek. My mother had resigned hersel

aving Ravel Creek was all on me. My mother cared little about my dreams, and my father who

ippers scuffing the floor as I walked. I didn't look

ek. It was 9:00 AM in the morning and majority were still asleep as usual, partying into the nig

y old house once again, then I joined the driv

curb and I never looked back.

row, bumpy roads gave way to the smoother

ll minds. No more Ravel Creek. A

people moving with purpose and gradually I appr

guard who thoroughly searched us

ronment began to appear: student cafes, bookstores and the occasional neon si

toward the entrance of the administrative buildings. Here, public rides weren'

nistrative building, but I did anyway. When I got to the

The woman asked her hands alr

y head in

an Western University, miss Lawson," s

uld just need to check a few more deta

and double checked the documents on her screen. After a few moments, the woman rea

ship students – Alcott hall. It is right across the three buildings from here. You will find your room number on the key tag. T

nd I hope you enjoy your new h

afternoon sun. I walked towards Alcott hall, and I couldn't help but smile.