Just Another Pretty Face
Chapter 1
Nadia
"Who would name their child Nadia? It sounds like your mother was drunk or something when she named you."
As long as Nadia could remember, she was always made fun of for her name. She had no idea why. It wasn't like it was a bad name. Just a unique one. Her mother had loved the name so she had got stuck with it. It wasn't her fault. And it was because of her name that she was now being sent to boarding school in the middle off ass crack Nebraska.
She hated it there already and it was all because she was tired of the girl who was making fun of her, so she had taken initiative and punched the girl in the face. It wasn't her fault that the bitch couldn't duck. Unfortunetly her mother hadn't agreed with her reasoning so her mother totally freaked out, pulled her out of her school in Virginia, and placed her into a shithole school named Angels Academy.
Just the name alone was enough to make her puke and that was before she had seen the uniforms.
As punishment for her mother, Nadia had snuck out the night before with her guy friend, Greggor and did a number of things her mother would never approve of. Some of the things were down right dirty , but she'll have to start from the beginning of that night so everyone would get the importance of this story.
Nadia shoved her red lipstick in her purse after applying it for the third time that day. Greggor would be sending her off with a proper farewell and she wouldn't be missing it for the world.
Her cellphone chimed with a message and she grabbed her purse to go meet Greggor. She snuck past her mom and shut the door tightly careful not to make a sound to alert her mother to her disappearance. When she was really supposed to be packing. Screw that. She would do that later.
Her long brown hair fluttered in the wind and she shoved it down. She wanted to get rid of it. She wanted to get rid of the old her and become the person that Angel Academy would never accept and Greggor was helping her with that.
The scent of chinesse food filled her nose and made her mouth water.
"You got me black peppered chicken and sugar rolls?"
He lifted his lips in a smirk.
"Of course. What other food would I have besides your favorite?"
She shrugged after all he did have a point.
"Did you get the stuff I asked for?"
"Yep. I got everything you asked me for down to the T."
She smirked and turned up the air conditioner. Tonight was going to be amazing.
"What's first on the agenda?"
"I'm taking you to the capable hands of my sister."
"Isn'Toni working today?"
"Yep. That's where we are going."
They rode in silence to the small store Toni owned and was proud of. Someday she wished she had something to be proud of.
He pulled into a vacant parking space and helped Nadia out of the car taking the bags with her. She stayed close like she always did by his side. Toni was inside working on yet another tattoo for her best friend Sasha, who was also a hair stylist there. When Toni was younger she and Sasha had saved up money for a store that could contain a hair salon and tattoos and piercings. So far the store was doing okay, but there was a lot of slow days.
"Hey Nadia! What's up?" Sasha said wincing.
"I was hoping you could do a hair styling under the table of course and some piercings."
"Are you being a rebel already, Nadia?"
"Duh. I'm leaving for Nebraska tomorrow and I need to make a lasting impression."
"I like the way you think and I know exactly what to do with that hair of yours."
"What about you Toni?"
"I'm all for rebellion, but don't tell your mother where you got it from. I don't need a lawsuit. Okay Sasha you're done."
"Come on Nadia. Let's make you a mother's worst nightmare."
Nadia followed Sasha to her station where Monica was putting up finishing touches to her brother's hair. She sat down and Sasha played with her hair.
"Hmm. Let's do a tattoo while we're at it. Hell I'll even do it."
She smiled while Sasha while sasha went to go mix not one but two things.
"Why are you rebelling Nadia?" Monica asked.
"My mom is sending me off to a boarding school in Nebraska. I need to do some damage to her precious reputation."
Monica smiled and her brother, Kyle leaned in closer to her.
"You should stay at closing. We usually get high."
"I'm in. I mean if I'm going to be a rebel might as well go all the way."
He smiled and Sasha came back putting the containers down and pulling her hair into a clip. Sahsa took her time putting the midnight black into her hair.
"After this I'll put the pink highlights in your hair. You'll have a killer new hairstyle too."
She smiled and leaned back ready for her new makeover.
Now here she stood with her short cropped black hair with hot pink highlights. It was down to her ears in a pixie cut style and looked like she just barely rolled out of bed. A bunch of roses with vines were tattooed on her right arm and her right eyebrow was pierced as well as an angel kiss piercing through her lip. Her uniform had turned out better than she thought. It consisted of a white undershirt, a blue button up blazer, a blue mini skirt, and a pair of black Mary Jane's.
Her mother stood by her unflinching like she didn't care how her daughter looked.
"Come on Nadia. We don't want to be late."
Nadia rolled her eyes and followed her into the gothic looking school. Students who had already came inside stared at her causing her to smirk at all the perfectionist. They walked into the office and went to go see the principal.
He was a short chubby man with fading gray hair and a bald spot. His green eyes settled on her was disappointment as she settled down into the chair across from his desk. This meeting alone would probably take an hour.
"Hello Ms. Pierce. I'm principal Zites."
Zites shook her mother's hand and then looked at her.
"You must be Nadia."
"No shit."
Her mother gasped, but she didn't care. If the principal thought she would be a good girl he had another thing coming.
"We do not tolerate that kind of language here Nadia."
"Obviously the same rule goes for healthy food here judging from how fucking fat you are."
Her mother gasped again this time with tears streaming down her face. The principal just looked at her with an impassive look on his face like what she had just said didn't matter to him what so ever. It would take more than fat jokes to get under her principals skin.
"Well if you don't mind I would like to go over rules and regulations with you and set up your new class schedule."
She shrugged like she couldn't care less and he handed a pamphlet to her.
"I won't snap at you for the piercings you have today Nadia, but I expect a clear container in while class is in session. After four you can put it back in. Classes start at nine and you'll have about seven. Four curricular classes and three electives of your choice. I also typed you up a sheet containing your room number and what your roommate is like. I'm also giving you a sheet that contains the set of rules you have for the room."
Nadia rolled her eyes as he put the papers by her looking down at the name there.
Elena Gilbert
Great.
"Elena Gilbert."
"Yep she's very excited to meet you."
"The feeling isn't mutual."
"You'll change your mind when you actually meet her."
Nadia snorted and shoved the papers in her bag.
"Well I'll let you unpack, but I expect you in class by your third hour or I will send someone to collect you. I hope it doesn't come to that point."
Nadia rolled her eyes as he handed her her dreaded schedule. It was 9:01 now so she still had time to blow off. Her mother thanked the principal and helped her with her luggage , so she would get to her room faster. It sure as hell wouldn't make her get to class any faster.
She unlocked the door and looked around the room. One side was perfectly blank with a desk, bed, and individual closet and the other side was well cared for, but still a little bit messy like an actual person lived in it. She assumed this was Elena's side of the room. She rolled her luggage to the bed. A crest she hadn't noticed was beside the bed.
"Well I guess this is goodbye." Her mother said.
"Bye."
Her mother sighed, kissed her forehead, and left. Nadia rolled her eyes and unpacked her bedspread first. Followed by her clothes and a few posters. She grabbed her schedule and eyed it carefully.
1st hour: English IV:Mrs. Smith. 9:05 to 10:00
Passing: 10:00 to 10:05
2nd hour: Trigonometry: Mrs. Black: 10:05 to 11:00
Passing: 11:00 to 11:05
3rd hour: The study of Anatomy: Mr. Shields. 11:05 to 12:00
Lunch: 12:00 to 1:00
4th hour: Government and economics: Mr. Dalton. 1:05 to 2:00
5th hour: Spanish 2: Mrs. Gonzales. 2:05 to 3:00
6th hour: Student relations: Mrs. Geard. 3:05 to 4:00
7th hour: extracurricular activities: pick one
She sighed. She didn't want to start her day off with trigonometry, so she plugged her headphones onto her Ipod and made a post on her blog titled: I hate this school already. She posted it and turned off her laptop. She fixed her breakfast and prepared to head for her third hour. It was time to start her own personal hell.