that sort of relationship). I know they don’t spoil me with attention because Mum says when she’s away (which is ALL the time) she sometimes forgets she has a child, which is charming isn’t it? I was a bit upset when she said that actually, but Carrie said they do love me in their own way and not to take any notice of silly comments and that she, (Carrie), loves me VERY much. And I love her. I hope she comes to visit soon.
At the moment I’m sitting on my bed in my ‘dorm’, which is what they call a dormitory or bedroom here, although it’s not one of those horrid old fashioned ones with rows of metal framed beds and scratchy blankets like you read about in books. There are only two beds in this ENORMOUS room, with purple and pink heart duvets. Along one wall there are three windows that go right up to the ceiling. Each window has purple and gold, velvet curtains draped over both sides of it, which are held in place by gold tassels. The view looks out over the school’s riding stables. I can hear the ponies braying now, it’s actually quite a sweet sound. I might ask if I can go riding later as I’ve never tried it before. I like the silver carpet that covers the floor of the dorm because it’s very deep and squashy and my feet literally sink down when I stand on it. Comfy.com .
A large flat screen TV takes up the whole of another wall, which Carrie wouldn’t like because she says watching too much of it rots your brain, so I might forget to mention it to her. There’s a little shower and toilet room attached to the dorm, that has flashing star lights around the mirror over the sink. Pretty.com .
In the middle of the room there are two baby pink leather sofas with fluffy white cushions on them. Over to one side are two wide, wooden desks which must be for all the hard work they want us to do here. On each desk are identical new, shiny laptops, iPod’s still in their boxes, fresh new folders and lots of unopened packets of pens, pencils and felt tips. Wowzers! I haven’t touched any of mine yet, because everything looks so lovely in its packaging. I’m just enjoying looking at it.
The girl I’m sharing with is acting strangely. She got here first and has had her face squashed down in to her pillow ever since I arrived. She’s still breathing, I checked. All I can see from her back view is that her hair is bright red and curly and her legs are extremely long and thin. When I sat on her bed and asked what her name was, she told me to go away through her pillow. How rude! Oh well, maybe she’s shy or something.
Hang on, a bell just went. I think it’s time for dinner. Brilliant, I’m absolutely starving. See you later, Diary.
Monday, 2 nd September
Hello Diary,
Yum, I had the best dinner yesterday evening. I don’t know what they eat in other boarding schools but here they laid on a three course feast! I hope they do that every evening. To start, I had melon and ham with fizzy apple juice to drink. Then for the main I chose roast chicken with sweet potato mash and peas and for dessert I had triple chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream which was SERIOUSLY DELISH! We were sitting four to a table in a large dining room that has crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Each plate of food was served by a French waiter in a puffy white hat, who came zooming out of the kitchen with different dishes balanced all the way up his arms, shouting and arguing with all the other waiters at top speed. Once or twice, plates crashed to the floor and then the waiters went in to complete uproar, screaming and jumping around, with a couple actually crying. It was better than watching a play. Can you imagine!
My roommate must have been hungry because when I told her it was dinner time she lifted her head off her pillow and I saw streaky tear marks down each of her red cheeks. I pretended not to notice and started chattering away about rubbish, trying to cheer her up. She didn’t talk much but she did tell me her
At the moment I’m sitting on my bed in my ‘dorm’, which is what they call a dormitory or bedroom here, although it’s not one of those horrid old fashioned ones with rows of metal framed beds and scratchy blankets like you read about in books. There are only two beds in this ENORMOUS room, with purple and pink heart duvets. Along one wall there are three windows that go right up to the ceiling. Each window has purple and gold, velvet curtains draped over both sides of it, which are held in place by gold tassels. The view looks out over the school’s riding stables. I can hear the ponies braying now, it’s actually quite a sweet sound. I might ask if I can go riding later as I’ve never tried it before. I like the silver carpet that covers the floor of the dorm because it’s very deep and squashy and my feet literally sink down when I stand on it. Comfy.com .
A large flat screen TV takes up the whole of another wall, which Carrie wouldn’t like because she says watching too much of it rots your brain, so I might forget to mention it to her. There’s a little shower and toilet room attached to the dorm, that has flashing star lights around the mirror over the sink. Pretty.com .
In the middle of the room there are two baby pink leather sofas with fluffy white cushions on them. Over to one side are two wide, wooden desks which must be for all the hard work they want us to do here. On each desk are identical new, shiny laptops, iPod’s still in their boxes, fresh new folders and lots of unopened packets of pens, pencils and felt tips. Wowzers! I haven’t touched any of mine yet, because everything looks so lovely in its packaging. I’m just enjoying looking at it.
The girl I’m sharing with is acting strangely. She got here first and has had her face squashed down in to her pillow ever since I arrived. She’s still breathing, I checked. All I can see from her back view is that her hair is bright red and curly and her legs are extremely long and thin. When I sat on her bed and asked what her name was, she told me to go away through her pillow. How rude! Oh well, maybe she’s shy or something.
Hang on, a bell just went. I think it’s time for dinner. Brilliant, I’m absolutely starving. See you later, Diary.
Monday, 2 nd September
Hello Diary,
Yum, I had the best dinner yesterday evening. I don’t know what they eat in other boarding schools but here they laid on a three course feast! I hope they do that every evening. To start, I had melon and ham with fizzy apple juice to drink. Then for the main I chose roast chicken with sweet potato mash and peas and for dessert I had triple chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream which was SERIOUSLY DELISH! We were sitting four to a table in a large dining room that has crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Each plate of food was served by a French waiter in a puffy white hat, who came zooming out of the kitchen with different dishes balanced all the way up his arms, shouting and arguing with all the other waiters at top speed. Once or twice, plates crashed to the floor and then the waiters went in to complete uproar, screaming and jumping around, with a couple actually crying. It was better than watching a play. Can you imagine!
My roommate must have been hungry because when I told her it was dinner time she lifted her head off her pillow and I saw streaky tear marks down each of her red cheeks. I pretended not to notice and started chattering away about rubbish, trying to cheer her up. She didn’t talk much but she did tell me her
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