AdagioThePrickly

28th August 2016    I waved goodbye. My dad, through the passenger door, acknowledged me with a single raised hand, and a flick of a wave, before picking up speed through the parking lot. There I was, with a bunch of cardboard boxes, and a bicycle. I would be staying at Newport Academy for the next school year, more or less. By now, I was used to it - this was my 3rd year, and I was coming back to the boarding school as a sophomore now.    I watched, just standing there, as my dad’s Toyota Land Cruiser sped off on 2nd Street. The feeling of being back at Newport was as if I had just met my long lost sister or something - Despite it f