bloatup

“Helen, it’s time,” Helen’s mom called. Helen groaned. She was about to be sent off to a boarding school. “Okay, so what is that boarding school called again?” “They said it was called B academy. I don’t know what the ‘B’ stands for,” Helen’s mom replied. “Well? Are your things all packed up?” Helen nodded. She hugged her mom, whispering, “I’ll miss you.” She went off in a taxi to B academy. *** Helen arrived at the building. It was tall and grand with huge pillars. On the top of it, the words “B Academy” were carved into the