"Holy sh!t," muttered Heath Ferro, "Who the hell is that?" His roommate, Brandon Buchanan looked up, slightly annoyed by Heath.
But then again, who hasn't been?
A slim white limo had just driven through the front gates of Waverly, stopping not too far from where the two boys were sitting.
"Buchanan, are you seeing what I'm seeing? Who the hell is that?" Brandon shrugged. He didn't know, and personally, he didn't really care, either. What he did care about was Elizabeth, the feisty girl he'd met from St. Lucius. Sure, they'd decided to break up, but right afterwards, they gotten back together. Obviously, fate wanted them to be together. It was just so obvious…right?
Of course it is, darling.
Meanwhile, Heath, who'd just been snubbed, once again rolled his eyes at his uninterested roommate and returned to staring at the limo. Within seconds, the door had opened and someone stepped out.
"Holy sh!t." repeated Heath Ferro.
"Jesus Christ!" retorted Brandon, obviously in a bad mood, "I know there's a frickin' limo! Will you get over it?"
"No, dude," insisted Heath, "Check her out." Brandon, sighing with frustration, looked up, and his mouth dropped open. Walking towards them was a gorgeous Japanese girl wearing a vintage black-and-white striped dress matched with a white Louis Vuitton designer bag. On anyone else, it would've looked hopelessly 1980, but somehow, this girl pulled it off. But then again, there's was something about this girl that reminded Heath of someone else. But who? Taking in her carefully layered bangs and petite figure, Heath couldn't put his finger on it- that girl resembled someone, but he just couldn't figure out who. By the time she'd reached the two boys, Heath's initial shock and surprise was under control.
"Hey," the girl said, taking off her Kate Spade sunglasses, "Um, do you guys know where you're supposed to check in?"
"Yeah," replied Brandon, obviously flustered. "A-are you new here?"
"Actually, yes." She replied, "The name's Kelsi Chang. And you are-"
"Heath Ferro." Said Heath, jumping up. There was no way he'd let Brandon do all the talking- not with a girl this hot. "That's Brandon."
"Cool," she responded, "so, um, about the administration office?"
"I can help you with that." Brandon stepping in.
As Kelsi walked away with Brandon, it suddenly hit Heath. He knew exactly who that girl had reminded him of- Tinsley.
Holy sh!t, indeed.
Just a couple miles away, Jeana Woods was staring out the window.
"God, it is so…empty out here." She remarked. Having grown up in New York, she just wasn't used to a bare landscape completely devoid of skyscrapers.
"Mmmmm." Replied her mother, disinterestedly. At 42, Elena Woods still looked young. In fact, many people remarked on the similarity between her and her daughter, which to be frank, annoyed Jeana a lot. Sure, it was great that she looked like her mom, but did it have to be the only thing people ever talked about? She'd known that her mom had been a great beauty, and often times, Jeana was glad she had her mother's features, but sometimes, she just wanted to live without the scrutiny of Page Six reporters waiting for some scandal to happen. And since she'd grown up under all the pressure, Jeana had been forced to live as a meek, perfect daughter, fulfilling all her parent's dreams. But sometimes, being perfect wasn't enough. Jeana wanted something more. She wanted to be reckless, to be able to act like a normal kid. And that wish was exactly what had landed her at boarding school.
Nevertheless, Jeana was sure something would happen while she was there. Once she got to Waverly, she'd act sweet, but within a week, the Waverly Owls would witness a change. Jeana Woods would be a princess and the school, her court.
