+ forty six

we spent most of my flight talking through instagram messages, and i arrived in england about eight hours later. the boarding school made the camp in argentina seem like an child's play. we wore even uglier uniforms, were given the same mushy food every day, and had an eight p.m. curfew every night.

it was like a prison.

in the day time we went to school, where we were taught all kinds of household skills like cooking and cleaning.

at night we had schedules to do chores around the school, with little amounts of leisure time. my father was sent periodical updates every few weeks. like at the camp, i lost weight dramatically and had no energy to do anything.

for the next four years, the boarding school was my hell.

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okay, i know she would have the right to leave once she turns eighteen, guys. but in this universe, her father has paid a lot of money to keep his daughter basically locked up in that place. so even if she wanted to, she cannot leave.

otherwise this story would not make sense.

but when do fanfics ever make sense? don't answer that ^.^

-clary