Nora Summers was not an ordinary girl. No. Nora Summers was an extraordinarygirl. Top marks, star of her school soccer team, rich, and beautiful. So how did a girl like that find herself sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, alone at her own table, rolling an apple back and forth from right hand to left? Simple. She was intimidating, unfriendly, and always disappeared for months on end, coming back with broken bones, stitches, and a glare for anyone who dared come too close. This is exactly what she was doing now, glaring. The apple moved steadily in between her long fingers as she starred down the girl coming her way. Elizabeth McMahon was the most giddy, friendly, pink-lip-gloss-wearing, friendly-waving, toothy-smiling girl at South Wiltshire Grammar School For Girls. And there was possibly nothing in this whole school -nothing in the whole world- Nora Summers hater more.
"NOO-ra!" Elizabeth sang.
"Can I help you." Nora replied blankly. It wasn't a question, more like an effort to be polite.
"Where were you for the past week? We missed our talks together! I got a new school skit! Look! It spell's my name on the hem on the back!" Elizabeth prattled, turning around and sticking her back end out for Nora's inspection.
"Delightful." Nora grimaced, turning her face away.
"I-KNOW, right? So, any way's-" Elizabeth started on her string of gossip, and Nora blocked her out immediately before her temper got out of hand. Nora glanced outside longingly. It was raining cat's and dog's, the only reason she had eaten her lunch - or rolled it around - in the cafeteria and not out in the campus, the only place she could escape from the Gossip Queen. Nora almost let out a scream of happiness what the bell sounded, signaling the end of the lunch period.
"I'll see you latter, then!" Elizabeth called after her.
"That's what you think." Nora chuckled to herself, pulling her raincoat over her school blazer as she walked out of the cafeteria building. She practically sprinted to History, not wanting to get her book's wet, and trying to get as much space between her and Elizabeth as possible. Nora sat as far back in the room as possible, getting ready for the long, boring lecture that lay ahead.
Nora looked out the window lazily at the Wiltshire countryside as the Summers family chauffer drove her home for the holidays. These vacations were by no means a resting period for her. According to her parents, school was break, and vacation was work. Nora sighed, fiddling with the skirt of the school uniform she hadn't changed out of yet. The sleek black car rolled up the driveway to the manor house slowly, almost like the driver was teasing her. She didn't blame him, she was dreading the mission that lay ahead of her with every fiber of her being.