Page 82 of Stalk Me (The Keatyn Chronicles 1)
Mom stands up, then sits back down. Then her eyes fill with tears again. I stand up and pull her into a hug.
“It’s gonna be okay, Mom. I’ll text you. It’ll be just like when you go film a movie, but I’ll be somewhere new. Off on a new adventure. ” I try to be brave for her. I try not to cry, but when I say adventure, it makes me think of the girls. And I can’t help it. I start to cry too.
Actually, I kinda bawl.
Mom hugs me tightly while I cry into her shoulder.
I try to soak in the feeling of her hug. The hug I’m going to need to remember. The hug that’s going to get me through this. The hug that gives me the strength to go on.
Tommy says quietly, “Abby, we need to go. ”
Mom nods her head, lets go of me, and kisses me on the forehead. “I love you. ”
“I love you too. ”
Tommy gives me a big hug and says, “I love you too, baby. Be safe. ”
And then they are escorted down the stairs and off the plane.
I’m used to Mom leaving, traveling, but this feels very different.
I suddenly feel very alone.
I told them I’d be okay, but I’m not really sure if I will be.
Garrett sits down next to me. “They are going to park the plane like they normally do. You and I will get off shortly and board a different plane. It’s time to get you to school. ”
Keatyn Douglas is no more.
2:15pm
“Kym dropped some things off for you earlier,” Garrett says to me as we board another plane. He points to a couple suitcases sitting by the leather couch. “Everything else already got shipped to school and should be in your room waiting for you. She said you’d need these things right away. ”
I glance down and notice a note attached to one of the suitcases with my name on it. It says there is an outfit for me to change into hanging in the closet.
I go change, fix my makeup, and join Garrett back in the main portion of the plane. He hands me another manila envelope, and I try not to shudder when I take it from him.
I let the contents fall out onto the table.
I now have a fake, but apparently legal, passport, driver’s license, birth certificate, and social security card. I put the license in my wallet next to my new ATM and credit cards and run my fingers across the raised name.
Keatyn Monroe.
I am now Keatyn Monroe. Keatyn Douglas is no more.
I practice my lines. Hi, I’m Keatyn Monroe. Nice to meet you. My parents? Oh, they moved to France. I refused to go with them, so they sent me here.
No, that sounds bitchy.
Hi, I’m Keatyn Douglas. Shit. I mean, Monroe.
Monroe. Monroe. Monroe.
Me? Oh, I’m not that exciting. Tell me about you. Do you like going to school here?
No, that sounds lame.
I am exciting. I’m amazing!
Like not in a bitchy popular way, just in a confident way.
Hi, I’m Keatyn.
That’s it.
I’m Keatyn. That’s all anyone needs to know.
After we land, Garrett drives me to school.
“Notice the security features,” he says as we pull up to a gated entry.
I expected it to look prison-like, the way everyone described it, but instead it looks like the kind of grand gated entrance you would find going into a private country club. It has a thick black iron gate and a pretty bricked guardhouse. I look closer and notice more detail. A tall, prison-style fence is mostly obscured by trees, as are the security cameras I see aimed at the fence and beyond.
We wait in line behind a couple of other cars, then pull up to the guardhouse.
“Student’s last name?” the guard asks.
Garrett looks at me, but I’m busy staring at the bank of security televisions that I can see inside the guardhouse. They all appear to be for protecting the perimeter of the school, not for monitoring activity within the fence.
“Name?” the guard says again.
“Monroe,” Garrett finally answers.
“Sorry,” I say quietly. “Is that fence electric?”
Apparently the guard has very good hearing because he replies, “You already planning your escape?”
“Uh, no, I just wondered. ”
“It is electric,” he says. He stands up straighter. “We have a senator’s son here this year. We take security very seriously. ”
“Excellent,” Garrett replies. I can tell he’s ready to get on with it.
As we’re waiting for the gate to open, he says, “I personally picked out your dorm room. It’s on the first floor, backside of the building, next to the fire exit. Don’t change rooms with anyone. You have multiple escape routes from that room. The window, the fire exit, and the main hallway. It’s also next door to the boy’s dorm that I’m told houses many of the male athletes. It should be the first place you run to if you’re in danger, okay?”
“Okay. ”
He grins at me. “It’s also been newly remodeled, has it’s own bathroom, and a small walk-in closet. ”
“You’re a man after my own heart, Garrett,” I laugh. But then I say seriously, “Thank you. Really. For all you’ve done. ”
The big gate opens, and we drive through. The road winds through some trees and then you see it. All sprawled out like a college campus. We pass a golf course and athletic fields. Farther up the hill is a large field house, recreational facility, tennis courts, and more playing fields. We pass brick colonial homes that I know are the dorms. Beyond that I can see the big pillar-fronted library, a chapel, and classroom buildings. We stop in front of a modern glass building with a discreet sign that says, J. Huffington Social Center.
“This is it,” Garrett says. “Your new home. It’s pretty great, isn’t it?”
“It’s beautiful. ”
My door is opened by a very cute guy with adorable freckles and really nice shoulders. He’s wearing a red polo shirt with a cougar embroidered on it.
“Welcome to Eastbrooke. Name?” he says without even bothering to look at me.
I slide my legs out of the car and notice that all of a sudden he’s looking at me. Well, looking at my legs anyway. “I’m Keatyn Monroe. ”
He gives me a crooked grin. “Monroe. Very nice to meet you. ” He reaches out to shake my hand.
“Nice to meet you too. You always so formal here?”
He chuckles and points to his shirt. Under the cougar are the words, Senior Prefect.
