Author's Note: Sorry if anyone thought that this was a Twilight fanfic. But you should have read the summary, so it really isn't my fault :)
Rose Thorns
Chapter One
A sigh came out of Schuyler James mouth before she coated her lips with her Vanilla Swirl flavoured Glossy Intentions lip gloss. Something about her image in the mirror saddened Schuyler. Maybe it's the fact that she's wearing a uniform with the crest of a school that's miles away from the place where Schuyler actually wanted to be. She couldn't stop the frown that was forming on her face, even though she read in Vogue that frowning caused early wrinkles. She wanted to be webcaming from her Mac Book in her old house, in her old room, exchanging outfit ideas with her best friends. But she couldn't. Her MacBook wasn't unpacked yet from the piled up boxes in her new room and those best friends of hers were no longer her best friends. And this was all because of The Incident. Schuyler shook her head like that would block the horrible mental pictures of The Incident. Schuyler pursed her shiny lips and told herself that she was going to be strong today. Nobody was going to bring her down today. She was tired of her constant sad and depressed moods just because of it. She was determined. To do what, she wasn't sure of but it'll come to her. Once she convinced herself that the worst was over and that she didn't need her old friends, she returned her focus onto the clothes covering her skinny body. Loose white button down shirt, navy blue tie, blue, green and black plaid skirt, knee high socks paired with black flats. Her long dark chocolate coloured hair was styled with a dark blue velvet headband. Her pale long fingers, with two large jewel coloured rings on both middle fingers, pulled at the tangled ends, and forced a smile onto her pretty face. Today was the first day that Schuyler James would attend Kensington Prep School for Boys and Girls (KPS) and she would not make a fool of herself. Probably.
Schuyler huffed and puffed up the long-ass stone steps in front of KPS. When she finally made it up to the top her skirt had ridden up at least an inch and her knee highs slid down to mid-calf. As she adjusted her uniform, she told herself to calm down and that even though the temperature was above 25°C, she did not have armpit stains. This is just like the time she played the confident new girl in the school play last year. Exactly the same; all she had to do was pretend she was Sienna, the new girl in the play, and she was fine. At least that's what she told herself. So Schuyler braced herself and took a deep breath as she pushed against the heavy wooden doors.
The moment that Schuyler put a foot into the main foyer, she knew that she was no longer in Kansas. Everything was different. Sure there was still the distinct rubber smell of the school halls, the lockers, the littered passage way and the limited space due to the many students. But there were things slightly off. In the place of the dented metal lockers that Schuyler had known to love, were glossy wooden lockers with gold plated numbers. Gone was the candy bar wrappers tucked in every corner. There were notes plastered on the floors instead. This was when Schuyler knew that she was playing a whole different ball game than what she expected. But she concentrated so hard on that fact that she didn't realize that someone was right in her way.