A/N: Hi! I adopted this story from .Lover46. I would like to say thank you for letting me adopt this story. And to you readers, thanks for reading and I will try my best to update. Sorry if I don't update too often. I will try to update every week. ENJOY MY READERS!

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Prologue

My locker slams shut. A stupid girl, a jealous idiot, a teenager trying hard to look pretty but ending up looking like she stuck her face in a cake. The wonderful Lauren. Oh, man, she looks absolutely disgusting today. Really, really, short crop top (keyword: really), and a high-waisted skirt that just barely reaches the end of her butt. Six inch heels, heavy makeup, bleach-blonde hair done in curls, and, of course, her little flippin' posse trailing behind.

"Looks like she's a little stiff today, girls!" Lauren says in that high-pitched screech she calls a voice.

"Yeah," Her followers say in unison.

"Mmmm, how 'bout it, Stiff?" she says to me.

Through clenched teeth, I manage to get out, "I said don't call me that, or I'll rip your head off your neck."

"Oh, you aren't being very nice today, Stiff," She fakes a pout. "maybe it's because of your extreme obesity and ugliness. I mean, look at your face! You're built like a sixth grader!" She exclaims, eyeing me up and down.

"At least I'm not so desperate that I look like a clown. Oh, and everybody knows you stuff your bra." I argued.

"You know what, shorty, I would watch my back if I were you. Because we are serious about revenge," She retorts. But I am clever.

"So you're admitting that I'm right, Lauren?" I raise an eyebrow. She flips her hair, and stomps off, her 'crew' following her example. Typical Lauren.

xXx

Four wonderful words. Last. Day. Of. School.

Lauren's threat was a week ago, and I hate to say it, but I'm beginning to feel uneasy. I roll out of bed and wait for my alarm's song to finish. I Need You by M83.

Have you ever had a feeling

That we're not alone?

Hold to call the feeling senile

They unearth more

Going down the dusty roads

We are cold and see-through

I need you

There's a reason after all

All the things that I have done

Pump the blood and leave it alone

Anywhere you take me

See it all

Just go and solve it all

That song really calms me. And it has a killer sax solo. I know how to play it.

I throw on some dark wash jeans, a black tank top, and an off-the-shoulder black and silver polka-dotted three-quarter sleeved shirt. I run downstairs and find my brother, Caleb, eating breakfast, my dad drinking coffee with the paper in his hand, and my mother blending a smoothie. I sit down next to Caleb to eat my breakfast

"Beatrice, I have the day off, and so does your father. We will be here if you need anything," She says. "We can take the time to catch up. Love you both very much, have a good day," She informed me and Caleb.

"Love you too!" Caleb and I call as we walk out the door. "Not a word from Dad, as usual," I mutter. "Beatrice, you really need to stop being so selfish," He scolds as we get in our cars, his a blue Nissan GT-R that doesn't come out until May, mine a black Ferrari. Our parents are Natalie (author and illustrator) and Andrew (highest-paid Senator in the country) Prior. Caleb is the "easy A+" kid. Mom, Dad, Caleb, and everyone know where they fit in. I, on the other hand, am a totally different story. I am the shy girl in the background who is actually a wonderful athlete. I figure skate, but not really professionally. Basketball, soccer, hockey, field hockey, tennis, softball, you name it, I got it down. I play on teams, but I don't like the attention. Never liked fame, never will.

I get to school with no Lauren trouble, thank God. Pass through all my classes, easy. But I'm getting nervous. She wouldn't go all 'I'm getting revenge on you' mode and let a school year pass by before she gets me. Oh, no.

I finish TLT (Targeted Learning Time) and say goodbye to my teachers for the year. I meet Susan at my car and we hug goodbye, and we promise to text over the summer, because I will most likely be in Paris, France or Athens, Greece when we speak next. Even though I would enjoy spending my time here in Seattle, my mother insists it gives her "inspiration" for new stories. Huh, I haven't read any, so I don't know.

I'm lost in thought and about to unlock the car door when Lauren and her gang come by me. They start attacking me, kicking, punching. I fight back, and manage to knock down two out of the three, but Lauren still won't go down. I pin her down, but she grabs a knife out of her pocket and scratches me, deep, across my collarbone. I punch her jaw right before everything starts to spin, then the picture dims, until I see Caleb galloping over. Huh, he looks like a horse.

He reaches me, and then everything turns black.