{Chapter One}

Amelia – 7:28 AM: The Pond Estate

There was a light tap of freshly manicured nails against the glass door. "Amy, you're going to be late to school."

I stood in my room, sifting through boxes trying to find my favorite dress – the strapless navy one with the floral skirt. Forget school, I didn't even want to go. "Mum, don't you have places to be? What happened to your 8:50 appointment?" I asked as sarcastically as I could.

I could practically see her flush. "Amy, this is big. I don't want to miss your first day of school in New York!"

It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. "Oh, please, mother. It's a school full of spoiled rich brats; you won't be missing out on much."

"Enough with the attitude, Amy," she snapped. "This is serious. Can I drop you off, at least?"

I pulled the dress out from the umpteenth box and grinned triumphantly. Paired with my dark yellow leggings, leather belt, brown lace-up boots and my off-white cardigan with some jewelry, that would be my day's outfit. "Mom, I'm going to be late. I think I'll be fine."

Mum huffed and I could hear the clicking of her $1200 Christian Louboutins down the stairs, the jingle when she grabbed the keys to her Rolls Royce and the slam when she left the house. Thank goodness she was finally gone.

We had relocated up to New York – Westchester to be exact – for my dad's company from Huntington Beach, a city in California. I now attended Westbrook High, a coed high school (most schools in Westchester County were separate) full of rich, spoiled brats, I was sure.

I grabbed the keys to my Infiniti and left, blasting alternative, hipster Radiohead. Something about them just appealed to me. They basically turned music into abstract art, as much as I could figure it.

I reached OCD and parked across from a silver Mercedes, a gold BMW, a green Lexus a navy blue Acura and a red Honda. They were all coupes, little sports cars with leather interior no doubt, except for the Honda and the Acura, which I could clearly see were four-door.

I got out, locked the car and made my way to the school, walking with my earbuds in my ears and my iPhone in my hands, texting my best friend from Huntington Beach, Tawny.

Tawny: Hey, doll! How's New York?

Amy: Alright…the kids are stuck up. You can see it when you look at them.

Tawny: That SUCKS! Come back! We miss you! So does Jason.

My heart did a little skip when I saw his name. I had left Jason Clarke, my longtime boyfriend in California with my friends and the people I loved. True, I did miss them. Jason I missed more than I could even say. I could turn this book into a romance about Jason and I, but that's not what you're wanting to read. You want to read about my ritzy new Westchester life.

Amy: Tell Jason I say hi and sorry. (: Please? I miss him so much. I forgot to Skype him last night!

Tawny: He probably thinks you have a boyfriend by now! He's worried sick.

Amy: You're kidding, Tawny. I'm a freaking wallflower. I'm lucky I have Jason.

Tawny: Jason doesn't think so. And I bet those guys are ALL over you, Amy! Anyway, I've got to get ready for school. Love you, Amy!

I dropped my iPhone into my bag and took out a Sharpie and wrote myself a note on my hand to Skype Jason tonight. As soon as I dropped my Sharpie bag into my bag, a strong whiff of Chanel No. 19 was blasted into my face.

"Hey. I'm Massie Block."

A girl wearing a green dress crossed her arms and glared at me. Three girls flanked her, two on her left, one on her right. I glared back, holding myself up strong. "Hello." I stared at her outfit – a green dress under her gray cardigan and pale gray leggings with black leather boots.

"Uh, aren't you going to introduce yourself?" she asked in a particularly snotty voice. I instantly disliked her.

"I don't need an introduction. I'm Amelia Pond."

Massie stared at me. Then in a weird voice she said, "Have lunch with us. We're going to Palomino in Downtown Westchester. You can't miss it. 1:20. Don't be late."

She strutted off with her friends by her side. She flirted with a guy walking past and criticized a girl's outfit.

I hated this girl already.