"Mom please don't make me do this." I begged my mom desperately, all the while driving closer and closer to what I was sure would be my fate.
"Marley, you say things like this every time you go to a new school. 'Mom, please, they won't like me' or 'Mom, why do you hate me so much?' You know, if I hate you so much, then why do I pay for you to go to all these expensive private schools?" My mom replied, smirking at her own jest.
I sighed; I knew she was right.
You see, I'm Marley Haverse. You probably know me best by my mom, Angela Haverse. Yes, the Angela Haverse. Fashion designer, former model and actress. Uber star. You get the picture.
Everybody thinks I'm so lucky to have a mom so famous; and I have to admit it's partly true.
After all, not everybody has a private jet, two stretch limos, three houses on three different continents, and millions of dollars even after buying all of that.
But in the midst of everything (and I know your going to find this hard to believe,) my life feels rather empty. Because of my moms job, we have to travel all over the world. I've never lived in one place for more than two consecutive years.
And now here comes the typical response (right after you've seemingly "over looked" that last bit) 'Wow, selfish much? You have all that and your still not satisfied?' Well don't get me wrong, (didn't I just say you were partly true when you said I was lucky?) It's just that fame and fortune really isn't everything as some people are lead to believe…
Especially when you didn't have any choice about it, never asked for it, and never ever wanted it.
These were the thoughts that continually chased each other around my mind as my mom pulled into the drive of the most prestigious private school in all of New England. Nottingham High.
Situated snugly in the crisp New Jersey atmosphere, Nottingham High was every Harry Potter lovers dream (to bad she had never read one of the acclaimed best sellers in her life.) Definitely not a castle, but would swallow your average private school/boarding school whole, Nottingham High was eight stories tall, gray stone with square towers and was the most magnificent school Marley had ever dreaded attending in her life. The lawns were a bright green manicured to perfection, almost leafless though as Marley watched, several leaves did indeed, fall to the ground.
Her mom pulled up the smooth drive to the huge, rather daunting, front doors.
She put the car in park and pulled the keys out of the ignition.
"Well, it's now or never baby." Her mom said, putting her hand on Marley's shoulder.
"I choose never." Marley said defiantly, looking out the window up at the gray sky.
"Hey now," She said, cupping Marley's chin her hand which had been pointed purposefully in the other direction, and turned it towards her. She stared into her daughters beautiful bright green eyes; reflections of her own. "You'll do fine, just like you always do. Just make the best of it." She said, finishing it off with a motherly smile and a kiss upon the forehead. "Now c'mon, we've gotta go meet the headmaster." She said, getting out the car as she spoke. Marley did the same.
"I have a feeling "Dumbledores" not gonna like me." She said, thinking about the shock her appearance was sure to cause.
Yes she was wearing the school uniform, no great shock there, but from the collar of her pullover sweater up was what she was talking about.
Shaggy bleach blonde hair with a black under-layer falling in her eyes, thick eyeliner, a lip piercing, and black sharpie marker etched onto her neck.
Angela Haverse's mouth twitched as she surveyed her daughter, leaning casually up against the side of their silver Audi.
"Oh, I'm sure they'll love you."