Don't count on it by Lene Jæger (8 ebook reader .txt) 📕

“I’m home!” I yelled and closed the door and waited for some kind of respond, but none came. I guess my mother and father still was at work.

I went to my room on the first floor and threw my back on the bed. You could almost say that I lived alone. My father worked in Washington and my mother in New York and we had houses there, so they didn’t need to fly back and forward all the time. I stayed at our house in Oxford.

They are usually only home every second weekend but I don’t mind. I like being by myself. It’s like it’s my very own house. And I don’t mind them sending 50.000 pound to spend every month!

I felt something vibrating in my pocket. It was my cellphone, and it was my mother calling.

“Hello mom,” I said kind of suspiciously. She never calls!

“Oh hello darling!” she started out, but I could sense that she wasn’t just calling to check up on me.

“Are you home yet Alexandra?” I hated that name. Most people just call me Alex.

“Yeah mom. Why are you asking?” I’d wish she would just get on with it.

“Well, your father and I have a surprise for you in the kitchen!” I could hear that she was nervous, I just couldn’t figure out why.

I went downstairs to the kitchen and saw an envelope on the table.

“What the hell?” I said quietly to myself. I picked up the envelope and opened it. It was from a boarding school? And it said that I was accepted and could start immediately. What the hell was going on?

“Mom… Are you sending me to a boarding school?!” I demanded to know.

“Well, yes, honey,” She said, but I just couldn’t believe it. “But it’s for your own good! It’s a very good school and your father and I are not going to be home the next couple of months…” She continued to speak but I didn’t listen. I had done absolutely nothing wrong, so why would they do this to me?

“Mom, when am I going?” I cut her off and if I should say so myself, it was with good reason.

“Ehm, that’s the thing honey… You have to be there tomorrow morning,”

“WHAT?! But I still have my old school and what about my friends?” I yelled.

“I already talked to your old principal and figured things out. And about your friend, you can just make new ones!” She said. I could hear that she didn’t think I’d buy it, and I sure didn’t!

“Whatever mom!” I was just about to hang up when she said something more.

“And dear… You are not allowed to bring your cellphone or your computer.” I just hung up then.

I couldn’t believe this. I read the papers and found out that the school wasn’t that far from here. It was in Birmingham.

I didn’t get to read much more before my cellphone rang again, only this time it was my dad.

“What do you want dad?” He hesitated before he said anything.

“Hello sweetie. I guess you talked to your mother?” I could hear that he was nervous. “I sure did!” I said with fake enthusiasm. “Sweetie… I know it’s not fair, so I bought you something! Just go to the garage,” He didn’t sound so nervous anymore. Why should he? He was used to buying people.

I went to the garage. What the hell? It was a new car. To be more specific: an Aston Martin One-77.

“Dad…” I didn’t get to say more before he cut me off. “Look Alexandra. We know that it isn’t enough to make you glad about going to the school, but it’s better than nothing,” I heard some noise in the background. “Sorry sweetie, I have to go now! I love you!” And that was it. He hung up.

“Assholes,” I whispered to myself.

Publication Date: 03-01-2012

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