When a Player Meets a Player

Chapter 2

As I changed into my silk v-neck nightshirt it suddenly dawned on me that I will be giving my privacy up tomorrow morning. No space to call 'my own', no where to hide when the world is annoying me, no where I can lay for hours in my bed pigging out on junk food watching sad films. I would have to 'share', more than likely with a stuck up bitch who loves herself. The thought of sharing with someone who thought it weird to lay crying with Doritos and 'The Notebook' on a Saturday night annoyed me. Oh, the joy.

Just as I finished pouring the days events into my diary I realized that I will miss this bed and all the room I have to spread out. I will miss the fluffiness of my pillows, the warmth of my duvet, and I will even miss the sun shining through my curtains in the early hours of the morning.

I don't remember what time I had fallen asleep, probably after I had finished scrolling through Twitter, Facebook, etc. However, I was rudely awoken the next morning by my mother who was standing at the door.

"All your stuff has been packed and is in the car already. We didn't know what you wanted to take so we had everything packed. Pick what you want to wear out of this case and be outside in twenty minutes," she handed me the suitcases, straightened her grey pencil skirt, frowned at me and left hastily.

Twenty minutes, is she having a laugh?

I walked into my en-suite bathroom and looked into the mirror. A couple of spots had formed on my face, ruining my perfect complexion, I blame this on the stress of being told that I'm going to boarding school. I applied whole make-up routine which takes about fifteen minutes itself, foundation, mascara, eyeliner, etc. Now, I'm not the kind of person who shaves their eyebrows off then draws them back on with thick black marker pen. But between you and me, I do fill them in to make them look a little bit better. I applied a coat of my favourite lipstick and moved on to doing my hair.

I tied my long, curly, dark brown hair into a high pony tail, twisted the hairs that fell onto my face back and pulled a few strands out for extra style. Spraying it with hairspray I turned around to choose my outfit.

Hmmmm, what do I wear?

I chose a black crop t-shirt with some high waisted tartan patterned, extra-skin tight jeans. Pairing them with some black heeled ankle boots, I turned around and admired myself in the mirror. I'm known for being one of the best looking in our school, however I do have to say, to achieve my figure I certainly do work for it and in tight clothing it pays off.

I picked up my small cross body black leather bag and placed my phone in there, making sure my headphones were already in there. Along with my small purse, purposely bought for that bag and my lipstick.

I walked downstairs without picking the suitcase up, one of the maids will do it in a minute.

"Victoria, forty five minutes ago I told you that you were to be outside in twenty minutes. I am so glad you're leaving this house," my mother said as I walked down the stairs.

Notice how she said house? That's because a home is full of love and this family doesn't know how to love. At least my parents don't, Shawn did though.

"I'm here now, aren't I?" I asked rhetorically, looking bored.

"Oh for goodness sake, you will miss your first day of lessons and spend the day bored in your room. I tried helping you, I tried,"

"I don't need your help," I replied icily as I walked off to the Range Rover that was outside waiting for me.

"Good luck, Miss Williams," said Susie, the maid who had just taken my last suitcase into the car. I have to admit, she is probably the only member of staff which my parents have employed that I actually liked.

"Thank you, Susie. I'll miss you."

I didn't even get a 'safe journey' off my parents, it shows how much those heartless people care. Turning around as the car drove off I said my goodbyes to my old house. I loved that house more than the people in it.

The next thing I remember is being woken up by the car coming to a halt and the driver saying "Yes, I have Victoria Williams in the car. Good luck," as we arrived at the big black gates outside the prison my mother likes to call her school.

There was one big building that from the outside genuinely did resemble a prison, it was grey, tall and looked dull. Surrounding the big main building were lots of little buildings which didn't look quite as daunting but still odd nonetheless. The entire school looked old, a bit like its headmistress really. The front lawns were mowed in perfect horizontal lines with not a blade out of place.

One thing was certain, we were in the right place. This place had Quinn Williams written all over it.

I was assured that my suitcases would be delivered to my room and all I had to do was go to reception. As I stepped out of the Range Rover, I knew that would probably be my last sight of luxury, minus my personal belongings, for a while so I stared at it until it drove out of sight.

I looked around at the school and instantly felt out of place. For the first time in forever, I was a little scared.

Stop it, Victoria. You are going to bring the school down and they won't know who they're dealing with.

Walking through the heavy wooden door that was precisely in the middle of the main building I found the reception. A big wooden desk with a small woman with bright purple hair hiding behind it, not literally hiding but she was so short it seemed that way.

"Can I help you?" she asked with a smile on her face.

"You're allowed hair dye at this awful place?!" I exclaimed, I couldn't help it. I was already thinking of ways I could mess with people.

"Well not entirely, but the headmistress and I don't particularly get along," she replied laughing.

"Join the club!"

"So, what can I help you with?"

"New student, not entirely sure where I'm meant to go or whatever,"

"No problem, name?"

"Victoria Williams."

"You mean, you're..?"

"Yes, I have the mother from hell." I replied, as the receptionist handed me a bunch of paperwork over in a file. Apparenlty I'm meant to keep this in my room at all times and read it all, yeah whatever.

I thanked her for handing me a map and set off to attempt to find my room...