The Catch-22
When you're in Newport, everything is a tangled web.
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Chapter 1 The Debut Can Make or Break You.
Summer Roberts climbed out of her black convertible BMW and gazed at the scene before her. Throngs of rich kids dressed in designer labels mingled in front of the large high school.
The weather was much warmer than New York. Summer was excited to be in a change of scenery from frosty New York City. When her father had gotten a job offer at a prestigious plastic surgery clinic, Summer begged for him to take it. So now, her father was either going to be working endlessly or traveling. And her step-mother, god help her, was either going to take exotic trips or inhale painkillers or both. So that meant her house was going to be always empty for parties, guys, friends, whatever.
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A group of girls in short skirts and revealing tops walked by. They appraised Summer from head to toe and whispered among themselves then walked away, but not before throwing one more glance at Summer that said, "Don't even think of trying to survive in this school, because we will push you down."
Summer took a deep breath and told herself that she had dealt with these kinds of girls in New York. They were the same people, just opposite coasts.
The bell rang and crowd of high school students started to enter the school.
Summer slung her backpack over her shoulder and began to walk towards Harbor High.
Summer walked towards the main office to sign in. The receptionist told her to sit in one of the seats until the principal was ready. The late bell rang and Summer heard a few students running to their class. A woman walked out with a tall, lanky curly-haired guy wearing a Death Cab for Cutie T-shirt and jeans.
"No, Mr. Cohen, skateboarding cannot and will not become an official school sport."
The guy smiled and shrugged nonchalantly. "One day, you'll give into me."
Summer surveyed the guy. He was a definite skater. He was pretty cute too, and as he walked her way, she smiled at him. He nodded at her as a greeting before exiting the main office.
"Ms. Roberts?" The woman called.
Summer quickly smoothed down her black ruffle skirt and stood up to meet the woman.
The woman didn't look very nice and Summer started not to like her. Summer followed the woman back to the office.
"I'm Dean Kim." The woman said as she stiffly held out her hand.
Oh, so high school principals were "Deans" now weren't they? Summer shook the Deans hand.
Another girl walked in the office.
"Ms. Walker?" Dean Kim asked.
"Yes?"
"Please show Ms. Roberts the school. She'll be your shadow." With that, Dean Kim walked out.
The girl seemed pretty friendly. She smiled. "Hi, I'm Lizbette."
"I'm Summer."
"Okay, just follow me, I'll show you where everything is."
Summer was exhausted. Lizbette had shown her every detail of the school. She was a tad bit of an overachiever and very annoying, but she was pretty knowledgeable.
At that time, the bell rang and students started to filter into the hallways. Summer and Lizbette walked to Summer's next class. The group that passed by Summer this morning passed by them again and stopped against the lockers to talk amongst themselves as the leader of the group started to flirt with some jock.
"Who are they?" Summer asked Lizbette. She pointed to the group.
"They're higher on the popularity scale then the average person, but they aren't in the "popular group." So basically, they'll do anything to be in the popular group. When one person in the group graduates moves away or gets booted, someone else is chosen, and usually it's from them. They're getting really competitive because the popular girls just kicked out Camille." Lizbette said as she rattled the information. She stopped in front of a classroom. "Here's your class. I've going to go."
Summer waved her goodbye and felt very relieved to get rid of her. God that girl is annoying.
Summer looked into the classroom. It was basically deserted and Summer didn't really want to stay in a empty class. She looked around the hallway and observed the students.
"Hey hot stuff." A jock with a letterman jacket ambled up to her. "Wanna see my Escalade?" The guy said suggestively.
Summer didn't care if she was in the middle of the hallway, she was too disgusted. "Excuse me. I think you've obviously mistaken me for a girl who has sex with egotistical dicks. So go save your breath for your inflatable girlfriend."
The jock looked stunned and just walked away.
Summer heard clapping behind her, and she spun around. There, two girls stood. A blonde was clapping while an extremely skinny girl had an amused look on her face. They had an air about them. The way they stood and acted like they were the highest of the human species was a dead give away.
These girls were the "popular" ones.
"I'm Holly." The blonde one said. She pointed to the girl next to her. "That's Marissa."
Marissa waved.
Holly had a questioning look on her face as she glanced from Summer to Marissa.
Summer awkwardly stood there as some secret form of communication was taking on.
Finally, Marissa answered. "Yea, she's perfect."
Holly stepped forward and hugged Summer. "Welcome to our world." Holly beamed.
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