I’d finally strewn my belongings neatly around the room. Having a photo of Jess, my adoptive Gran, on the desk really made it feel like home. I opened up my laptop and connected to the WiFI. I was worried that it would be slow and I wouldn’t be able to update my blog but it was probably faster than at home! I lay on my bed, reading a few of my friends posts from back home. I was really going to miss the UK but this had been my dream since I’d been to the Moorland Summer camp when I was 7.
There was a rat-a-tat on the door.
“Come in,” I called merrily.
The door creaked open to reveal a sweet looking girl.
“Hey, I’m Miya and I wa-th (was) th-ent (sent) to get you to meet everyone,” she lisped.
I followed her downstairs and through the door that I’d pointed out into the small living room which was covered in a disarray of two sofas, two chairs and two beanbags. Left with no other option, I plonked myself onto a bag and looked around at the seven other girls, two of which I’d met.
“Hello everyone, I’m Olivia but call me Liv because my idiots of parents gave me a stupid name. So I thought we could all introduce ourselves so we ain’t living with strangers ya know? So ya, I’m Liv and I love riding and boy bands,” a girl medium sized girl with her hair in a ombre plait spoke.
The next girl, sitting next to Olivia on the sofa started, “I’m Elysia Butterfield and I am from Epona and Daddy and Mummy work on the land there.”
Ali and I exchanged glances at the girls sneering voice. Ali took up her turn to introduce herself and was quickly followed by Miya, the small girl with a lisp. Next, her room mate Isla introduced herself and based on her middle parting, simple ponytail and the way she spoke, you could tell she was very clever. It looked like she was sharing with Miya.
Then it was my turn. “Hello, I’m Kate and I haven’t got a nickname,” Olivia grinned at me, “Oh and before anyone else asks, yes I am from the UK and yes, I have been to London.”
Everyone laughed apart from Elysia who looked sulky that everyone had pretty much ignored her introduction.
A familiar girl with waist length black dip dyed blue hair started to talk. “Hi, I’m Alicia Patterson, yes my Mother is Charlotte and I love riding and I hope that I’ll enjoy my time here,” she smiled unsurely.
Elysia looked up and spoke for the first time since her introduction, “I like your hair,” she told Alicia smugly.
“Oh… Thank you Elysia,” Alicia replied, keeping the warmth in her voice.
Everyone remained quiet, waiting for the last person to start talking. When the small, flecked girl with a very short hair cut didn’t talk Olivia prompted: “Your turn.”
Alicia, who was sitting next to me on a chair lent down and whispered, “I don’t know if she can talk, I haven’t got a word out of her since arriving.”
Maybe Alicia was right because the final girl brought out her phone and started typing quickly before she passed it to Olivia who read it out: “Hello, I’m Alexa. Feel free to call me Alex. I like being me because it’s one of the best things I can do but I hate talking.”
We all awkwardly smiled at Alex before Alicia broke the silence, damn how did that girl come across so lovely, “I’m sure it won’t matter, I think that our instructor Tyra will be very grateful to have one person at least who will be quiet in her talk.” And taking that cue, we all stood and made our way to the library where the talk would be held. Oh god… it’s time to meet the boys…