Kitslore Academy.

Just by its name, you know it stands out. And just by looking at it, you know it's for the elite.

That November morning, I looked up at the building in front of me. Because of its Gothic style, it looked as if it'd been standing since the 12th century. It wasn't old, but it wasn't exactly new, either. Kitslore Academy had been founded in 1932 by the Starlings.

That was my first year in the academy, so I was still wondering how I'd ended up there. After climbing up a small set of stairs, I was walking through a pathway leading to the school's majestic entrance. The pathway was bordered by tall trees, and I could hear some birds chirping. But the desired peaceful feeling was overshadowed by none other than the Kitslore students.

Everywhere I looked, teenagers gossiped in their designer-accesorized uniforms. The fresh smell of nature was overpowered by expensive cologne, perfumes, and leather. Whispers, giggles, and snobby voices ringed in my ear.

"Look at my new Louis Vuitton bag," Sutton Montgomery drawled.

I gazed to my right. As usual, Sutton and her trio were sitting on a bench near the entrance. And like always, they were bragging about some brand new limited-edition and overly-priced product.

"It's limited edition, and it hasn't even come out to stores yet," the golden-haired girl continued.

Her friends, Laurel Hastings and Elizabeth Marin, cooed in admiration.

The gaze at my bag was inevitable. If I'd been back in my former school, it probably would've been the talk of many. After all, my parents had spent a lot of money on the Burberry bag. But in Kitslore, besides the fact that students somehow knew it was on sale, it was simply out-of-style and belonging to the scholarship kid.

I sighed in relief as I stepped inside. Even with my school blazer buttoned to the very last button, and a warm cotton tee under my uniform shirt, I couldn't stand the cold. On the contrary, the school's inside was warm and smelled like a mixture of clove and cinnamon. One of the only things I liked of the school.

"Woah!" someone breathed out.

A petite girl bumped into me, sending her things flying to the ground.

"I'm so sorry," I apologized, helping the girl with some books.

The girl simply smiled shyly at me, her red hair obscuring her face from view. Her green eyes couldn't look at me in the face, and she was bright red. She looked quieter than I. Shy, even. And that was rare for students at Kitlore.

"I-it's okay," the girl stammered standing up straighter.

I smiled. "Are you new?"

The redhead nodded, her lips curling upwards. "I'm Sinead."

"And I'm Amy," I replied in a bright tone. The humbleness in her eyes certainly stood out from the snobby faces all around me. She was wearing the school uniform without any expensive accessory, and her bag didn't look like a limited-edition. Could it be that she wasn't a millionaire? I smiled, hopeful. "From what school are you from?"

Sinead bit her lower lip, shaking her head. "I previously attended a boarding school in Spain."

I noticed the diamond stretch bracelet that shone around her wrist, and then Chanel's logo on her bag. My smile faltered, realizing that she was another rich girl. But by the look about her, she was a nice person. "It must've been very nice."

"Have you been there?" she asked me, hopeful too.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "The farthest I've gone to is Canada."

She smiled. I could see that she understood the situation. "You must be the famous Amy Cahill then."

My eyes widened. "You've heard of me?"

She nodded. "When I first enrolled here, the principal mentioned you."

I heard the doors open. I didn't need to look to know who were making their way inside. I could see all of the students forming a circle around the entrance, whispering and giggling in excitement.

Sutton's trio materialized next to me. The tall girl was smirking, her arms crossed. She gazed at me. "You should go to the back. Only eye candy are allowed in front."

Elizabeth and Laurel snickered. I pressed my lips together, motioning Sinead to follow me. The last think I wanted in Kitslore was trouble. And even though sometimes I felt the urge to glare, snap back, or stand up for myself, I knew that I'd only bring problems for the scholarship kid. I'd lead a quiet school life for the two remaining years I had left.

"Is that... Ian Kabra?" Sinead gasped, her eyes sparkling at the four boys walking inside.

I nodded. "Known in here as the leader of the P4."

"P4?" Sinead inquired, gazing at me with confused eyes.

I nodded. "It's got to do with the fact that they all play polo and in total are four. If you want to lead a peaceful life here in Kitlore, then you better pay attention to what I'm going to say."

Sinead nodded.

"The one to the far right? With blonde hair and strongest body of all? That's Hamilton Holt," I began.

"Holt as in Holt Sports Enterprises?" Sinead asked, clearly surprised.

I nodded. "They sell world-famous sports gear, and his father won the gold medal in the Olympics for swimming. It's no wonder why Hamilton has already been scouted by six colleges, even though he just began his senior year."

Sinead nodded in agreement.

"The one to to far left, that's Jonah Wizard. You've definitely have to have heard of Wizard Beats," I continued, eyeing the African-American boy.

"Those hazel eyes are definitely his mother's," Sinead whispered.

"You've met him?" I asked, surprised.

"Not him, but his family. When I got a chance to see Bruno Mars in the recording studio, they were there," she explained.

I nodded nonchalantly. But inwardly, I was wondering what kind of rich this girl was.

I felt my heart flutter as I motioned at the other boy. "That's Jake Rosenbloom, the second-richest from the group. His parents own several museums around the globe."

"I've met Mr. Rosenbloom too," Sinead informed me. "He helped me with a History report back in Spain."

I nodded, my eyes lingering on Jake. I knew he was the exception of the group. Instead of being snobby or extravagant like the rest of his friends, he was mysterious and quiet. Whenever the P4 bullied someone, he was the only one who remained peaceful. He was never involved. And with his warm brown eyes, brown hair, and defined jaw, he was certainly the most handsome.

I willed my eyes to roll over to the cruel leader. "And that's Ian Kabra."

"Son of Vikram Kabra, practically the owner of the world," Sinead added, gazing at Ian. With his amber eyes, olive-colored skin, and jet-black hair, he was considered the most handsome one out of the group. He was also the richest, which added to the admiration from the rest of the students. And yes, he was nice-looking. But he had a heart of ice.

I ignored the sparkle of admiration in Sinead's eyes, and turned to look at her. "Don't mess with them, or talk badly about them. If you do... you'll find a red card in your locker."

Sinead frowned. "And what does that mean?"

"It means that you're officially their enemy. They'll bully you themselves, and turn the whole school against you until you leave," I replied. "They've never done it with a girl, but I don't think they'll reject the opportunity to do so. So be careful."

"I will," Sinead promised.

If she'd just would've kept it.

Author's Note: As the summary says, this is based on Hana Yori Dango, a manga a friend of mine told me to read. Even though I never finished it, it did get me into the whole manga/anime/drama craze :P

This will not be an exact copy of the manga, for those who read it and were wondering. For starters, no offense, but I found some events downright stupid (LOL) or strong. So I'll be changing those. And I never got around the ending, so it probably won't be the same.

I'll see if I can update by Monday or so. Expect at least one update per week from my part :) Thanks for checking this out! One of the many new authors in FF,

-Autumn.