FROST BOARDING SCHOOL

PARKING LOT

Monday, March 1st

9:00

Everyone in front of Frost Boarding School stared as a limo pulled up in front of the raggedy old school. Normally Kristen would be in a boring old taxi, but that morning Kristen got a note delivered from her friends with a $15,000 dollar credit card in it. Since Kristen wouldn't need any extra clothes, since it was a uniform school, she just packed everything she had.

She wanted to make a good first impression so that EVERYONE would want to be her friend. So she wore destroyed True Religion jeans and a light blue, long sleeved Tommy Hilfiger shirt- it perfectly matched her eyes. She had a white, wide braided belt over her shirt and white Abercrombie sandals. She had big blue glasses with sparkles around the sides and her hair (which was about shoulder length now) was laying perfectly, curling up a little on the edges. All the girls and guys that were heading for class stopped in their tracks and stared in awe at the girl stepping out of the limo.

Her chauffeur closed her door and grabbed all her bags. Kristen lifted her glasses and put them on her forehead. She stuck her head up and walked with style toward the entrance. All eyes were on her, and Kristen knew exactly what it was like to be like Massie. Everyone paying attention to her, and thinking she was a goddess. Ah-mazing.

Even though her eyes were ahead, she caught a couple glimpses of the students she would be dealing with for the next 2 months. There were two guys playing foot ball that were pretty hott, but really sweaty. There was a girl with a guy (probably her boyfriend) and they were holding hands. From what Kristen could see, the girl was glaring at the guy because he was practically drooling at Kristen. There was a girl with glasses leaning against the wall reading. Freaky geek! Kristen thought as she saw the girl look up and gaze at her. A guy that was standing by the door held it open for her. She looked at him right in his hazel eyes and smiled mischievously.

"You're welcome," He joked, bowing as if she was the queen of England. She giggled and kept walking. The hott guy closed the door just as the chauffeur came up. Kristen ran into a tall, skinny-as-a-stick girl with black hair and gazed up. Although Kristen was shorter, the girl looked at her as if she was already the most popular girl ever.

"Where's the principles office?" Kristen asked in a confident voice.

"Go straight and take a left. Second door on your left," The girl said in a squeaky voice. She was the first girl Kristen looked at wasn't a very good first impression. Of course she was wearing the uniform, which was a white button up long sleeved shirt with a green vest. She had an orange tie on loosely around her neck. There was an orange and green plaid skirt with white knee-high socks that had tiny green stripes on the top. But her hair was gross and oily and in a way-too-high-to-be-considered-a-pony-tail ponytail. She wore no makeup at all and had the smallest eyes ever!

"Thanks," She said coolly and took off again, without even looking to see if her chauffeur was doing okay with her 4 bags of luggage. The school looked like it belonged in a haunted house book. There were cracks in the walls and the wallpaper was chipping off. There were tons of bulletin boards and posters but Kristen wasn't going to stop to read them because she was still being watched by the students. She assumed that it was made to look like an old-fashioned school. The railings were dark brown and the carpet on the stairs was red with dark orange abstract designs. Everything else was either dark wood or tan.

Finally Kristen came up to the office that said Principle Reid. She knocked on the door and heard, "Come in." Kristen opened the door and actually held it open for her driver.

"Are you the new student?" asked Principle Cheryl Reid as she looked up from her sudoku. She was a middle aged woman, about 40 or something. She had brown hair that was way too long for a principle and big round glasses.

"Yup. Kristen Gregory," Kristen said, looking at her navy blue nails, with light blue stripes.

"Yes. Now we heard you're story and how you got expelled from you last school. OCD. Am I right?" Cheryl asked as she walked over to Kristen and examined her outfit. Kristen nodded and looked at her through her bangs with bored eyes.

"Well, we have many rules here that are much different from you're old school. I would explain why you're outfit is so terrible now, but it would take much to long. So here is a list of the uniform requirements, and rules. Have this man bring you're things up to you're room. You will be in room… let me see… 34. Here is you're schedule which has an explanation about classes, clubs, and the weekend classes, which I see you're taking. We also have a few uniforms to chose from, so here is a packet. Fill out the form on the back and return it to me by 3:00 today. Tomorrow you're classes will start, right at 9:30, so I suggest today you read the rules and get situated. Okay?"

"Uh-huh," Kristen said, not sure what she was agreeing to. She pretty much stopped listening at, "I would explain why you're outfit is so terrible now, but it would take much to long." Kristen turned toward the door.

"And Kristen. I know you're type. You probably were the most popular girl at you're last school and can't wait to show everyone here how amazing you are. Am I right?" Cheryl said.

"Well, kinda," Kristen mumbled picking an imaginary hair off her shirt.

"I thought so. Well, this school is to teach you how to not only look at how everyone looks or dresses or how much money they have. I want you to look at what's inside of them, because once you get REALLY IN DEEP, you will see how fascinating they can be. Do you understand?"

Kristen couldn't help but chuckle. If Massie were there, she probably would have said something like, "as long as I don't have to see you're insides," or "but what if they smoke. That would be really gross." But she didn't. She decided to play good girl for now. It makes it easier to get away with stuff.

"Yeah. At my last school, I was really poor. I pretended to be rich but when my friends found out that I wasn't, they still treated me the same. That really taught me a lesson that even poor people can be popular!" Kristen said trying to sound like she sincerely learned her lesson. She even put her hand to her heart and looked at the ground to seem regretful.

Principle Reid rolled her eyes and thought "This is going to take a while."

"Okay. Well, you know where to find me if you need me," Cheryl said, leading her out of her office. "Have a good day." She called after Kristen.

"You, too." Kristen said boredly without looking back.

Kristen had no idea where room 34 was but didn't feel like asking anyone. The halls were almost deserted anyways. There were only a couple guys and 1 or 2 girls rushing to their classes. Even in a hurry, they still slowed down to gaze at Kristen. She smiled at the guys, which made them get all confident, and stuck her head up and stared right at them. They stared back in awe and smiled big, hoping to appeal to her.

One of the girls, Kristen stopped to ask if they have an elevator. The girl had red hair in a floppy bun with 2 chopsticks in it. She had on an orange tank top with a white and green sweater. She had an orange and white plaid skirt and green tube socks. The girl tried to act secure but Kristen could tell that she was intimidated, the way girls back at OCD would be by Massie. Sadly there was no elevator so Kristen and her driver trudged up the stairs. Soon enough, Kristen found her room. It was right by the library. Kristen was secretly happy because she could rush in, grab a book, and rush out with out anyone seeing, but of course she would never tell anyone.

At the first step into her new room, she let out a gasp. It was horrifying. There were two beds. One had a plain green bed spread with a stack of books on it. The other was plain gray. The floor was spotless wood that looked like it was freshly cleaned. There were 2 desks, one with nicely stacked papers, some c.d.s, pencils, and books and the other was perfectly clean. The two dressers were both spotless.

Now it was time for Kristen to work. She tipped her driver and grabbed her bags. She switched the beds. The one she wanted was right by the single bathroom. She wanted to be able to jump in the shower right away in the morning. Kristen unpacked everything. And when I say unpacked, I mean threw everything across the room. She was bringing out her inner slob. She had brought practically everything in her old room. She put on her bedspread, put up her pillows, unscrewed the old light bulb and put in her blue one, took out her mirror, her scarves, and everything else.

Finally she was done.

Kristen spent the rest of the day looking through the rules. How boring. The parts that she could not stand were this:

NO CELL PHONES

NO ELECTRONICS

NO SUNGLASSES

MUST WEAR UNIFORM DAILY

HAIR MUST BE IN PONY TAIL –GIRLS

LIGHTS OUT AT 9:00

No cellphone? No electronics? How could she talk to her friends? This really sucked. She picked out her uniform too. It was a green cami with an orange blazer. She got a green and white plaid skirt and white kneehigh socks. Even with an ugly outfit, she would be the hottest girl in school.

3:00

Finally the classes were over and Kristen could communicate with someone other than the librarian. Kristen was in her room listening to her headphones. She was so pissed that after today, she wouldn't be able to listen to her music anymore. A girl with short brown hair and really bad highlights trudged into the room. She looked up and glanced around

"Oh sorry, wrong room." The girl started to walk out but turned around. "Wait. Those are my books. And my c.d.s. And my bed. What happened to my room?" the girl crying without even taking a single glance and Kristen. She was just looking at the ground and the mess in her formerly clean room. Kristen took off her head phones and walked over to the girl. Kristen was a couple inches taller than her. Immediately the girl regretted yelling.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm new and I'm so glad that I can finally be messy with out my parents yelling at me!" Kristen screamed as she flopped down on her bed.

"Oh, no. Its okay. Really. So, I'm rooming with the new girl. Everyone's been talking about you all day," the girl said, excited to tell all her friends that she was rooming with the soon-to-be most popular girl in school.

"Good or bad?"

"Ohmygod. Don't worry. All good. Every guy here is totally in love with you. All the girls are jealous."

"Cool. I'm Kristen Gregory."

"Ally Fields."

"I gotta go turn in my form for the uniform. See you later." Kristen said as Ally stared back in awe.