Mckenzie Bags

Can you tell me if there are spelling or grammar. What do you think of the story and things you need to add, remove or rephrase. Thank you guys it really helps a lot! And the story is supposed to move a little faster cause it has to fit into 15 pages, like yeah!

I awoke to someone shouting my name. It was my mother. Oh shit! I was totally hung over Jason's big party last night.

"McKenzie!" Have you been drinking? " My mother screamed as she came into my room.
"No mom, I'm just tired!" I lied
My mother frowned. She picked me up from my bed by the arm. She took me into his office.
"McKenzie, I tell you. You're the hand. I send you to boarding school!

I was shocked, my mother had been threatened with this since forever, but it never really crossed with him. She spoke of schools in Manitoba knocky ... get this ... Canada! So I must give my life sophisticated California for Hot Boys, as the Eskimos or something.

But nevertheless the next day I was on the plane to Manitoba. When we approached, it was not as cold as I thought. A sleek black limousine waiting on the tarmac, I got into the limo as the driver placed my bags in the trunk. We drove for hours, the landscape looked the same, it was like Ohio, only grass, hay and the village possible. I had not seen a city in hours when we arrived at a brick building in the middle of nowhere.

The limo driver took my belongings in the trunk and drove off. The building was a boarding house. There were three stories high with many rectangular windows. I walked up the gravel driveway with my luggage in tow. The lawn was almost a foot high and yellow stained. A large oak tree stood on the front lawn. A wooden fence surrounded the building.

I dragged my suitcase into the aqua blue wooden door. As soon as I walked, I saw a number of girls in uniforms of socialization, reading books and get directions. They were average looking and wearing minimal makeup. I walked a very important research woman, she was obviously a teacher. She was small, with shoulder-length hair was half gray half brown. She wore the same shirt, white button with a forest green blazer jacket knitting thing on top, but she wore a gray sweat pants. Overall, a D-in looks.

"Hello, I am McKenzie Rodgers, I wonder where is my room." I politely asked the woman.
"Oh, yes, McKenzie," The woman rummaged through papers, "You're the third floor, room 69, and I am your mother Mrs. McCaw home."
"Pleased to meet you." I lied.
"Oh, I almost forgot," she said as she handed me a yellow plastic package "your uniform, you wear clothes from the house on weekends. "

Ms. McCaw tapped me on the shoulder and went to talk to other girls. I dragged my luggage up three floors of stairs. As I began to open the door to my bedroom door suddenly opened and a blonde girl with curly hair, braces and bad perm stood before me. WHAT A NERD. I was going to say something when a voice came from the other end of the corridor. He was a tall young blonde girl is a walking track in the corridor towards me. Two brown short her and they flanked appared be carrying bags of the blonde girl.

"I do not walk straight and I do not move for anyone, out of the way." The blonde girl rang
I'm stuck on the wall in its path.
"Who was that?" I asked the girl bad perm blonde girl disappeared in the dorm room next to us.
"Britain". My second dormitory nerdy said. "Oh, do come!"

Lol you're right, it moves quickly! A description is a little more good.