Above And Below

Chapter One

"Be brave even if your not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference" Unknown

Katheryn's p.o.v

Tick.

Tock.

Being deprived of aircon has caused my skin to become slick with sweat and my clothes damp. It was embarrassing really, but there was nothing I could do to conceal it from the rooms many prying eyes. Especially since every gaze is drawn to all movement that happens to flitter about, and every presence within the room is lacking entertainment. Even the teacher appears to be boring himself with his own drawled out words and advanced vocabulary.

Tick.

Tock.

We have five more minutes. Five long-long minutes until the end of the day, and we can finally have a break from the six hour weekly torture session they call school. I resist another look at the clock, attempting to busy myself with admiring my nails instead. There is nothing special about them. Not this week at least. I had wanted to get the new nail treatment they were offering, however Daddy said it was too expensive, which to my disappointment I had to agree.

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One hundred dollars. One Hundred Freaking dollars for a manicure. Though I had to give them credit, they did an all in one deal where they buffed, washed, filed, and painted your nails with whatever design you desired. I get excitement just thinking about it. Perhaps next week I should push Daddy a bit harder. All it takes is a batting of my eyelashes and a honey coated "Pretty please" for him to be kissing my feet. Besides, it would take something new to impress François: the new French exchange student who everyone is drooling over.

Tick.

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Unsurprisingly, girls have been pooling at his feet. He could be described as a king with his godlike appearance and angelic pearly white teeth. Too bad this school already has a queen and a king for that matter. With my irresistible charm and goddess like beauty, everyone has always wanted to be my friend. François will be the next to fall for my charisma. Of course, I would have to dump my current boyfriend. He was becoming quite a drag anyway.

I smile at the thought of him by my side; picturing his hand covering mine as we walk down the halls, students faces lighting up in admiration at our perfect compatibility. The heavenly image lingers within my brain and my heart begins to speed up accordingly... All until a horrid screeching cuts off my train of thought. 'What is that ugly sound?' It wasn't the school bell. I knew that much. One glance at my watch tells me that there are still two minutes to go. Ugh.

"Students! Please remain calm. The Lockdown alarm must be malfunctioning. There shouldn't be a drill this late in the afternoon" Mr Terry explains in a gruff voice, lip curling into a grimace at the alarms shrill like shrieking. "Open your textbooks to page two hundred and eight and study section seven until I get back" There is a collection of groans that suddenly fills the room despite the alarm, which silences at the teachers sour expression. I roll my eyes as his footsteps fade away and retrieve my phone from it's place on desk. 'No way I would study the different types of mould in my free time!'

I let out a snicker before dedicating my attention to scrolling through my Instagram feed. There were many posts from my 'friends' that were in great need to criticism. I like the first photo, delighted at the picture of François laughing with his brother. They are both the spitting image of one another, each owning a pain of light brown eyes and blonde locks tumbling onto their fair skinned fore heads. However, since François is the twin in most of my classes, it is obvious that I would chose him to become my new king of the school. I take a deep breath in as awe pours into my expression. 'What a mighty pair we will be!'