She remembered the first drive to boarding school vividly. She had cried -had made silent promises. She would not eat or sleep. She would not participate in school or in after-school activities.
Now, years later, she walked through the garden with a heavy heart.
Her childhood was over, tomorrow they would be sent home after graduation.
She didn’t want to go, she loved this place. The nuns, the teachers and all the kids she had spent so many years with.
So many beautiful memories had been made between these walls. Memories she will cherish for the rest of her life.
This time it’s not fiction, but a true 100-word story. I am the lucky girl from the story. My Mother was a deeply disturbed person, and so my father decided to send me to a boarding school in Bavaria (South of Germany) at a young age. Oh, how I hated it at first! Oh, how I loved it for so many years!
The boarding school is closed now. The Monastery Altenhohenau was sold and the remaining five nuns were transferred back to their Motherhouse in California.
If it interests you, you might want to take a peek, the translation with Google Chrome is -to my surprise- excellent.
Thank you, Rochelle, for a trip down memory lane. A great photograph for the Friday Fictioneers.