Prologue

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Tawnie walked slowly up the stone steps in her black kitten heels, carrying a black Prada suitcase into the Hamilton girls dormitory building. The building she had roomed in since she started at Banington. Her parents rotund personal assistant followed behind her with a large wooden trunk with the letter TSD engraved on the front brass handle. The front hall of Hamilton smelled like cleaning solution and lilacs. Tawnie stepped lightly onto the carpeted stairway and ascended to room 207. The door was closed, none of her roommates had arrived yet. Opening the door she walked into the familiar large room, with four beds. Tawnie stared at the fourth bed. She only had two roommates last year..so why was there a forth bed? She frowned and set her suitcase on the bed closest to the window, her usual one. The man set her trunk at the foot of the bed, and walked to the car for the rest of her things. She smiled and slumped onto the soft mattress. She was back.

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Bridget pushed the already opened door farther and jumped into the room smiling wide. "Hey there stranger!" She squeaked giddily at her friend. "Long time no talk!" She dropped the suitcase she was carrying and hugged Tawnie. "Ugh, I missed you so much! When did you get in?" Bridget had backed away and propped her suitcase on her bed. She un zipped it and began to rummage through the clothes.

"Uh, about a half an hour ago..I've been unpacking. Any clue why there is for beds?" Tawnie cocked her hip to one side and pointed questioningly at the bed.

"Nope..not a clue. Maybe we have a new roomy?" Bridget dreaded what she said the minute it came out. Things wouldn't be the same. No more late nights with rum and cokes and gossip. Discussing each others deepest feelings and secrets..she wanted things to be like they were, just the three of them. The sisters.

"Maybe.." Bridget knew Tawnie felt the same way, without even asking her. She smoothed her light pink Gucci tube top and smoothed out her black Dolce and Gabbana black pin striped skirt. It was usually a tradition for the girls to wear something black on the first day of school. She opened one of her dresser drawers and began to neatly arrange her clothes in it. She thought about the party, the annual back-to-school party the Gregory boys threw. Gregory was another dorm house, but for boys. There were five dorm houses, but Gregory and Hamilton were the major ones. Frankie Galasso was a Gregory boy, and Bridget couldn't wait to show off her new clothes and make him drool. They had visited each other over the summer, he had come to her parents loft in France, and they had hung out for three days before he had to leave..she wished he hadn't.

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Alana sat outside the main office, her parents Hummer still full of her luggage. She was waiting for Chris to show up so they could re-unite after the steamy summer meeting. They hadn't slept together, but they had been close. Alana just wasn't ready yet. She was anticipating seeing Tawnie and Bridget, but was anticipating Chris more. She had worn a low v neck sweater that showed her figure well, and a black miniskirt with her black strappy pumps. She wanted him to drool. "Lani." She heard a rough voice yell from behind her. She turned slowly and laid eyes on him, in all his glory. He walked briskly to her and picked her up in a tight hug, she squeaked in surprise. "I missed you." He whispered into her ear and grinned. That grin made her go weak at the knees. She wasn't sure what it was, but something made her sure this year was going to be great.

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Whitney Crawford walked slowly into the front office, and took in the scene of the building. Students were everywhere, some in jeans, many in shorts. They looked like they had just walked out of magazines and into her life. She scrambled herself to the desk which had a sign sitting on it reading "New Students." "Hello, I'm Whitney Crawford." She squealed. She was so excited to be starting over.

"Alright, your room is Hamilton 207. Heres a campus map, and your schedule. Welcome to Banington." The woman gave her a fake smile, and looked at the student standing behind her. Whitney was a little offended, but brushed it off. Not all of the people here would be complete snobs, at least she hoped not.

Walking out of the main office she opened the map, and felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw a blond haired boy with very tan skin. He had sunglasses on and a white baseball cap worn backwards. He was very handsome, and smiled at her revealing pure white perfect teeth. "You must be new." He said slyly, as he looked at her from head to foot, his eyes lingering on her breasts for a moment.

"Yeah..I'm Whitney Crawford." She said uneasily, but she was glad he was talking to her.

"Landon Fraiser. You in Hamilton?" He grinned at her again.

"Yes..uhh..do you know where it is?" Whitney bit her lip, and looked at her green heel sandals, which seemed ridiculous now. Who wears green in the summer?

"Sure do, I'll take you there." She agreed, and hopped into his Bentley. She stared at the interior, wondering if she had gotten herself in over her head. Everyone was so..rich. She considered herself well off, but she didn't have the money to shop at Gucci or Tiffany's regularly..she felt uneasy, and then it hit her. She could be whoever and whatever she wanted. These people knew nothing of who she was back in the city. She could create a whole new Whitney, a popular Whitney. She smiled wide and began to piece together her story, of course, she avoided lying all she could. She may be making a new her, but she wasn't about to lie to these people.