Prologue

I don't mind driving for hours in a car in a cramped seat because usually I sleep the whole time. Unfortunately this car ride with my parents was too awkward and formal to do anything but relax and snooze off for a few hours but to sit still and stare out the window. I'm a new student from long ago to now again to an old school in the middle of nowhere, St Vladimir, as a scholarship kid.

There are a number of reasons why I would question how the hell I received a scholarship to a boarding school due to my record holding so many black marks. Fighting with the girls in the lunchroom in New Jersey, caught smoking cigarettes and weed in my dorm room in Tennessee and even in normal high schools in my neighbourhood stopped accepting me.

St Vladimir Academy must be cocky enough to think putting a 'bad' student in their school and keep them clean. Well according to my Mom and Dad that is but in other words.

For only three hours in a blue Honda I've been listening to Celine Dion, Beethoven and Billy Cyrus. Now in usual circumstances I would've bitched and moaned until it was on a normal radio station. Today, however, I'm sure that if I even spoke a word I would only receive a bible passage, a long lecture or a loud sigh.

I rather stay in the silence.

The sound of a man grunting turned my attention from my windows to the front of the car to see a large iron gates. It was all rather gothic with the now seen dark buildings with the gargoyles and silence. It was only five in the afternoon but nobody was outside except for the two men who were near the gates starring and waiting.

Dad stopped the car and the terrible music switched off much to my pleasure. Mom made a silent prayer with her head bowed and then spoke in her soft voice to get my suitcase from the trunk. I opened the car door and hit the side of the car letting them know to pop the trunk open. My suitcase –thankfully- didn't come undone from the bumpy roads and I lifted it out of the car onto the gravel.

I glanced at the Honda half expecting for them to get out and walk with me though the gates but they just sat there. I cursed and harshly turned around to start an angry march to the gates not bothering to wave goodbye.

I can handle this like I always do, I can become popular at this school and score some liquor and some babe to hang on my every word. I don't need pushy, religious parents to walk me to the gates like some over protective grandmother I'm a full grown woman now not a baby.

I can only hope I can act that way til I get some time alone.

A/N : Thank you for reading! Please tell me if I should continue or if you want anything to do with this story