The Towers Chapter 1 People only live on #life but my mother thinks it okay to cast me to The Towers boarding school. She always insuring me that The Towers is the best boarding school in the whole world, but I dolt that it is. Knowing my mother for how long I have, she would make up any thing to get me to shove me out of her way. We lived in a small house, it was a 3 room house, 1 bath room. Luckily my Mum did not go to the toilet a lot. What I've been constitutionality told by my friends people change at the school I'm going but why believe . No one at all in my school had gone to my brooding school, yet again we lived in a really small village so most people went of to secondary school and Frown filed way high school for girls out of the town, or they went to a different high school. The boy manly went to Kington hill high for boy on the just next door to the all girls school. " Payton, the taxi is here!" I raced down the stairs. My trunk was already down stair waiting for me. Since we were the new besides of the school we were all told to bring 2 trunks filled with studding book and clothes, but we weren't told anything about what the school uniform looked like at all. I had to bring a rucksack I pack things like reading books and some stuff that my Mother. Half the stuff in my to small trunk that my mother only knew about. As I raced down the stairs I took one last look around the hall that once a very long time ago I had really small feet my mother kept the shoes my first ever pier. In the photo on the left side of the wall there was a picture of me my mother, but a peaces was missing from the photo, you heard me go on and on about my family, but it's an incomplete family I'm missing my father. All I get told is he left me for strained when I was just born. She helped me get my small trunks into the taxis. it was time to bid Ferrell to my only home since a child, since I was born . We weren't in a rush at all. I stuck my head outside off the window and waved to my mother. She blowed kisses, it was awful in-braising me. I was not coming back during the holidays so this was a long goodbye but not for ever. There was no traffic while I was in taxi. I arrived at the train Stanton just in time. I had to question a man on the Stanton he was in rages and had bright coloured shocks on but they had holes his trousers were a discussing green colour. He had a orange hat on with a peacock feather rapped around with black ribbon he pointed to the platform, platform 4. There was quite a lot Of Trains out on the rails . A giant size tall laddie. She was thin and had dark narrow eyes. All she wore was black. "You a new girl " she said as she lifted her eye brow I replied with "yes" "The end carried at the front of the train and leave your trunks here, your miss Payton Hill. I looked at her so puzzled them made my way to the end carried just like she wanted me to. I don't understand that she knew that was me , it seemed impossible for so to know there name with out asking what's your name I must have been the last on the list. But I don't understand.