Fridays used to be the best day of the week to me, until I moved to this dreadful town and started attending this horrible school where they were hell bent on burying me under a ton of homework. The first week of resumption hadn't even gone by and I'd already burned my way through ten homeworks. My brain was officially fried at that point.
I just didn't get it! What the hell was the problem with Prep schools and homework? Couldn't they function like normal public schools and not give too many assignments!
Elmore isn't like those crappy schools your father put you in back in New York. They expect a 110 percent from all their students and that's what you're going to give them!
My mum's snappy voice floats into my head and I snorted in response. I tried talking her out of this Prep school madness on Tuesday and that's the response I got. She was just so damn obsessed with this prestigious lifestyle she was trying to give me and I didn't want any part of it.
I was so deep in thoughts, that I didn't pay attention to my surroundings until I bumped into someone and we both fell on the floor. Loud gasps filled the school hallway before everyone fell silent.
I was just about to apologise when the person spoke.
"Watch where you're going, you moron!" Samantha yelled and got up from the floor. Her two croonies were already busy dusting off her uniform.
I had been very successful in avoiding trouble of any kind since Monday, but as she stood glaringly above me, I could feel my restraints snapping at the edges.
"Why don't you watch where you're going, bitch!" I spat and jumped to my feet. She took a threatening step towards me and I stepped forward too. I would never have referred to myself as a trouble maker, but it seemed that no matter where I went, trouble always seemed to find me.
"Who the hell do you think you are to talk back at me?" She hissed.
I opened my mouth to tell her who exactly I was and what I thought of her when a hand slapped itself over my mouth and muffled my words. I whipped my head to the side in anger until I saw that it was Amber pressing her hand over my mouth.
"Don't get into it with her Mel" she pleaded and looked anxiously down the hall. I tried prying her hands off when someone else held my hand.
"It's not worth it" Nichole sighed and shook her head in disapproval. Slowly, I took a deep breath and released it carefully before I stopped struggling against Amber's hand. When she was sure I wouldn't argue again, she removed her hand from my mouth.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Samantha snapped at Amber and Nichole. Amber flinched but stood her ground and Nichole turned away from the three of us.
"Shut the fuck up Samantha" she said quietly and started strolling down the hall. Everyone stood frozen as they watched the drama happening between us.
"You better stay away from me" Samantha warned and brushed past me angrily. She took a few steps forward and stopped when she realised that people were still staring at her.
"What the fuck are you all looking at!" She barked and everyone practically jumped in fright. They all hastily shuffled down the hall and out of sight.
"Who the hell does she think she is anyway?" I asked angrily as Amber pushed me down the hallway.
"Don't pay attention to her Mel, please"
Something about Amber's tone bugged the hell out of me. Why was she always so jumpy and afraid of Samantha? The girl was nothing more than a stuck up bitch to me.
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When seventeen-year-old Melissa Whitfield is caught in a bind with the police, she is forced to either serve time in detention or move to Seattle to live with a mother she can't stand. There she meets the self-proclaimed king of Elmore high Nathan K...