Beginning or the end?

Author's POV

Anaya was suppose to leave home at 8:00am for her new admission in the boarding school but as always she was asleep. This was the fourth boarding she has to changed too, not because she was rusticated but her orthodox parents thought it makes one very comfortable and accustomed to one space which is does not match the standards of today's time.The world is an everchanging place so, one should need to learn and adjust anywhere they go."Anaya you are going to be late on your first day", her mother yelled. After ignoring her mother for umptieth time anaya finally gave up and got out of the bed. "A new beginning again", she thought to herself. Seeing her bags packed and arranged in the corner gave her dejàvu. Its like the cycle which is never ending. It was the the infamous high school year and she just wanted positivity around her just like her previous school.

In hardly fifteen minutes she was up and ready for the breakfast. After finishing the two slice of bread and a cup coffee she was charged for the day to come. Finally, biding goodbye to her mother and grandparents anaya left with her father and younger brother for the boarding school, which was about three hours of drive from her home. She settled herself comfortably for a good nap in the backseat of the car. After one hour, she finally woke up due to the bumpy ride it has turn into as there was construction work going on the road. She reached her new school in about four hour or so.

The school looked kind of caged from outside, High walls with gigantic gate in the middle. As she entered the school, she started feeling her anxiousness coming up. After taking her luggage from the they were directed to the waiting area to fulfill all the required formalities.
After half an hour later anaya with her father was called in the headmaster's office for the formal introduction.

"Be good, this is one the best school in our state", said anaya's father to her. "Yes dad, i promise to do good, now go i really don't want to cry,"replied anaya. Her father patted on her back and left the campus wishing her few more goodbyes. Finally, she reached to her alloted room, as being the senior group of the school, they were alloted rooms in sharing of two with common bathroom for that particular wing.