I was right. The moving process had gone quicker than I could've imagined. Vanity had packed her stuff and mine before I could've even tried to cope. It was already the day of the move and I wasn't looking forward to it. One of Mom's rich hunks owned a jet and decided to take us. Wasn't he the gentleman?

We made it to Hudson, Massachusetts quicker than we thought. Even the pilot jerk thought we would've gotten there later. Obviously he knew how to calculate pretty well. Every time the blonde haired jerk looked at me I felt like he wanted to rape me. He was always giving me funny look, and secretive winks. He thought he was attractive, which was hilarious.

When we made it to an airport I wouldn't have recognized even if I tried, Vanity had already laid a wet one on him. He helped us with our bags, and I noticed a woman at the far end of what seemed to be a parking lot. The woman was very attractive for her age; she seemed not too old and not too young.

When I got close enough to make out the face I noticed it was Martha, my grandmother. She looked the same as always. Martha was very young to be a grandmother, of course she had Vanity when she was 15 and Vanity had me when she was 14 so it was to be expected. Martha was in her mid 40's while Vanity was in her early 30's. I was 17, only I was to be 18 soon. My birthday was in September 24th, the day I can be free.

We made it to Martha's house without any fake hugging and kissing. Martha had never approved of me and Vanity didn't even try to make her approve. Martha hated that I always wore black nail polish, and that I hated the way she wanted me to dress like a secretary.

Her house wasn't far from my new school, which Vanity showed me on our way to Martha's. It was called Hudson Catholic High School, the only private school in Hudson. Martha was paying me through high school because she thought Catholicism might do me some good. I did believe in God but I wasn't very much into a certain religion. I hated being affiliated to just one belief.

The thought of having to start all over again was persecuting my stomach. I wasn't a very outgoing person, and my sarcasm wasn't favorable. People always thought I was shy, or arrogant but never any. I doubted they would let me wear skinny jeans, converse, or black nail polish.

My room at Martha's was bigger than my house in Oklahoma. The room was painted a light pink and I could tell it was recent because the smell lingered. The room was completely combined with white and pink laces. I felt like I fell into a bad Barbie dollhouse. I felt like I had fell into my worst nightmare. I threw my sketch book on the bed, and fell on it hoping it was summer.

The next morning came in a rush. Immediately as I opened my eyes I could feel the hot early summer sun eagerly burning my amber eyes. I rushed to take a quick bath, and get dressed. When I came out of the bathroom was when I noticed a pair of preppy clothes hanging on my closet. There was a note stuck to them. Uniform. My eyes widened in shock. I groaned as I forced the clothes onto my body, which was obviously rejecting them.

I looked in the mirror, and my long straight blonde hair was down. My eyes were looking more shiny than usual. My skin looked porcelain. I looked like a complete Barbie. The uniform was a white polo, navy sweater, and grey skirt. I wore long black socks and black school shoes. I looked like the perfect daughter. Help.

Martha was waiting downstairs with my breakfast cooked. I never ate breakfast in Oklahoma; Vanity didn't really care for it much. Martha was different of course and she would probably obligate me to eat it.

"Good morning" she muttered, as she pushed a plate of scrambled eggs at me. She looked at me and was stunned. Her face completely shocked.

"Morning" my tone wasn't very distinct from hers. I sat in a stool and cleaned the plate from food. I could feel her staring at me from time to time but I tried to focus on other things.

Soon enough I thought it was time to wait for the bus. I sat at the bus stop, and was the only one there. School was near Martha's but near when you're driving, walking was an eternity. The houses surrounding looked like they had come out of a magazine. I knew Martha's place was nice but the whole neighborhood was completely shocking. I hated the feeling of the sun on my hair. My hair was blonde enough; I didn't want it to be any lighter.

About 15 minutes of waiting paid off when the bus arrived. I was the last person to join the bus, and didn't have many choices. Everyone was staring at me; their mouths were forming an O. I never felt more left out than in that moment. I decided to sit wit the only person who didn't look up to stare at me.

The person occupying the first seat was a boy, he was pimply faced and had greasy hair. He seemed to be surprised when I sat next to him, and he began to eye me worse than the others.

"What's your name?" His vice was the most adorable thing I had heard in my life. He was obviously still in puberty because it was completely uneven.

"Celeste. Nice to meet you." I tried to sound friendly but it came out a bit dull. I could tell the impression I had on him because his face fell.

He frowned. "I'm Frank, if you want t-to know." I held my hand out for him to shake. He stared at my hands, and I noticed my nail polish was still black. He shook my hand with a beam.

I sighed. "So I guess you're my first friend here in Hudson."

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Are you serious?" he asked in disbelief. I gave him a stern look and the bus stopped. I was the first one out of the bus gasping for fresh air.

I stood there waiting for Frank to finally exit the bus. People were walking past me and staring as if I were invisible or like they didn't give a damn. I rolled my eyes at them. I turned to see Frank stumbling his way out of the bus.

I raised my eyebrows at him. "You're graceful." I noticed his excitement the moment he spotted me.

His eyes wandered up and down my body. I felt naked. He gulped nervously. "Were you waiting for me?"

I slightly smiled. "Yes. Who else is going to show me around?" I tried to sound charming but that just wasn't me. I put a serious face on and started towards the school.