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Chapter One

"What the actual hell!" Amy Jones growled at a freshman who had accidentally knocked her, causing him to dip his head in shame and disappear into the crowd. She leans against the locker next to me and expels a dramatic sigh.

"Two more years. This year. And then the next year. And we are out of this place." she spoke into her locker.

I laughed, and pulled open my locker, grabbing a textbook, my laptop and my pencil case from my bag, before pushing the door shut.

"Come on! It won't be that bad." I tried to reassure her.

"That bad? That. Bad. Luce do we even go to the same school?"

"You don't think your over reacting?"

"No." She snapped. "Every girl is only concerned with being popular. Every guy here shares a common interest. Getting laid. Ask me again why I hate this school."

I kept quiet. What she had said was true. The large majority of girls in our year tried so hard to be popular. Tried to be in with Isabella Green and her minions. They wore their skirts short and their shirts tight, and accessorized with designer hand bags and jewelry they most likely couldn't afford.

Meanwhile, every guy just wanted to get laid. They went to every party, got drunk, and tried to get in the pants of as many girls as possible. Of course, no boys achieved this better than the twins and their little group of friends.

We walked into our first class of the day, and took our seats. Amy and I weren't hell bent on graduating with perfect scores, but we wanted to. With that in mind, we sat in the front row and sat in silence as we flicked through the pages of our Physics textbook, waiting for the class to fill.

One by one, students quietly slipped into the classroom, taking their sears around the room. The teacher soon arrived, carrying heavy books in his arms, struggling to see where he was going. He let the books down on the desk as he let out a sigh and straightened his suit, before grabbing a marker and approaching the board.

He introduced himself as Mr Knott, and proceeded to explain the course outline. Boisterous laughter from the hall caused him to pause mid sentence and everyone to look towards the door. My face and excitement for the class fell, as four boys walked into the class. I shared a look of disbelief with Amy as the school's biggest players took their seats at the back of the class.

"How the hell did they all get in the same class together?" I whispered to Amy.

"Probably slept with someone who could change their schedules." Amy replied.

I smiled at her comment. Not only because it was funny, but most likely because it was true. Another round of laughter filled the room, and I turned to look at the boys behind us.

"This class is going to be... fun." I stated.

"Yay! So fun!" Amy whispered back with fake excitement.

The bell sounded and everyone in the class collected their books and made a beeline towards the door.

"I have to go get my books for the next class. I'll see you there." Amy informed me and ran out of the class.

 I pulled my books into my arms and made my way towards the door. As I walked through the doorway, my shoulder was knocked by a body clad in a Tommy Hilfiger shirt. My textbook and laptop clattered on the ground, as pencils spilled out of their case.

"What the hell." I seethed as I stared at the back of the head that had knocked me.

I bent down and stayed in a squatting position, staring at my laptop. I breathed out in anticipation as I picked up my laptop and opened the lid.My heart fell as I saw the cracks that littered the screen. I pressed the power button and internally begged that the screen would power up. I waited for the logo to appear on the screen.