A/N Hey, guys! This chapter's a little out of place but I felt like I needed to explain what happened to our friend Malaria after she got expelled from school and all that. Thanks for reviewing, following, favoriting and reading! I really really really appreciate that. Thanks a lot and please favorite, follow and review and tell me what you think! (By the way, this chapter is the day after Malaria got expelled from school.)

DISCLAIMER: Nothing is mine *weeps and magically teleports to Les Miserables*

Melanie's POV

I slowly opened my eyes, taking in the morning scent of home. I haven't been home since when I was in 7th grade. My parents signed me up to stay in the dorms in 8th grade so ever since then, I've never come home. It's been 4 years that I've been away from home altogether. That's a hell of a long period. I yawned and stretched. I sat up in my bed and looked around the room, memorizing each and every bit of it. I hardly saw my room yesterday because I ended up crying myself to sleep. Today was the day. The first day home-schooled and the first day after I've been expelled from school. I wanted to call Montparnasse but then it all came flooding back to me. 'Parnasse broke up with me, my friends abandoned me, the principal expelled me, I have to go to summer school and I'm not graduating this year. What the actual fuck is going on with the world? As I was about to get up from my bed, my Iphone rang. OMG! It could be Montparnasse! I hurried over to pick it up but frowned a bit when I heard a girl's voice answering. "Hello?" The girl said. I didn't care to look at who called so I just went on with the conversation. "Yes? It's Melanie Beaumont speaking." I said as politely as I could. It could have been any girl on earth so I just kept the politeness. "Hi. It's me, Adrienne." The girl said. OMG! She actually called! "Hi! I was hoping you'd-"

"I didn't call to simply let you babble about stupid things, bitch. I called to tell you that, thanks to you, we got expelled, too." Adrienne said. WHAT THE FUCK?! What did I do? "How?" I asked, trying to sound calm. Inside, I burst into millions of questions. "You are so fucking stupid! Don't you know? You caused the blackout and Madame Fantine expelled you. Then she found out from those bitches, Cosette and Eponine, that we are-I mean, were your friends so she just expelled us, too." Adrienne explained as if I was supposed to know already. "Hold on. Who's 'we'?" I asked, scratching my head. I heard her groan in annoyance. Well, honestly, what was she expecting me to say other than that? 'I want you to be my friend once more.'? Or maybe 'Hey, tell everyone I'm sorry.'? Obviously I'm not gonna apologize. That word isn't even on the list. "Duh! Me, Juliette, Montparnasse..."

"Montparnasse?! Why him?! He had nothing to do with this!" I exclaimed then realized that I had been a little too loud. "Oh, Madame Fantine said that there were some...issues that she couldn't tell neither of us. Not even Montparnasse himself but I kinda have a feeling that she's making all of that up and Eponine and Cosette have been flooding her with bullshit." Adrienne said. Okay, it all made sense. Eponine and Cosette were behind all this the whole time and Cosette is Madame Fantine's daughter so no wonder. "Gotta go. Bye." Adrienne said and hung up right away. She didn't seem to want to talk to me at all and I felt isolated. The truth always hurts, doesn't it? I put my phone down on my dresser and walked to my closet. I opened it and my mouth hung open. My clothes and accessories were all...gone! My sexy thigh-length dresses, gone! My 5 inch heels, all gone! My stylish clutches, gone! My super cute earrings, gone! In fact, my whole box of jewelry was gone! The only things left in my whole walk-in closet was a plaid T-shirt and a baggy knee-length checker pattern skirt. Ewww... I was about to puke as my mom came in. "Good morning, sweetie. How are you feeling?" She asked.

"What's this?!" I asked, coming out of the walk-in closet and gesturing towards it in frustration. "What. The. Heck. Is. This?!" I screamed. My mom sighed. Then I spotted a huge bag of something that she was holding. "Well, I thought you could use a little more...appropriate clothing so I brought you this." She said, handing me the bag. 'More appropriate clothing'? I reluctantly took the bag from her and opened it. What I saw in there made me want to throw up right there. There were a bunch of boring long-sleeved shirts and long skirts no shorter than knee-length. I almost screamed at my mom. "Why the fuck are you-What in the fucking hell are these?! They are bunches of trash! I-"

"Melanie! Watch your language, you snobbish little devil!" My mom shouted. I stepped back a couple of steps until my back hit the wall. Did she just call me a snobbish devil?! How dare she?! "Look, I don't know who or what you think you are. Just shut the fuck up and get your ass out of my room, bitch!" I shouted back harshly. My mom looked as if she had just seen a ghost. Then she walked backwards towards the door and turned to it. She turned back to me and I saw tears in her eyes. I humphed, went to take the bag of hideous clothes and went into my walk-in closet. I heard the door slam close. Good. Mom finally knows where to put her ass. I sighed and dumped the clothes on the floor. I reluctantly hung all the clothes up on the hangers and walked out of the walk-in closet, closing the pink door. I collapsed on my bed and suddenly, something pretty big seemed to leap out of the bed. It fell on the floor and I looked at it closely. They were shoes but they didn't look like shoes at all. They looked like two ugly blobs of dirt. They were brown, not stylish, classic Mary Janes. I hardly wanted to pick it up. I mean, seriously. Why would anyone want to wear ugly Mary Jane shoes? I kicked them away below my bed. That was when I realized that I had no shoes left except that one. I used the littlest part of my fingers and took the shoes into my walk-in closet. I poked my head out of the walk-in closet and looked around my room, making sure nothing else was new that I didn't see before. Then I saw a medium box on the floor. I picked it up and opened it. It revealed a plastic ring, some kind of unknown perfume that smelled like elephant poo, a couple of hair clips and... Are those glasses?! Oh. My. Gosh. They were glasses. Real ones with real lenses and all. Gross! I have short eye sight but I wear contact lenses. Glasses make me look ugly and popular girls are supposed to be hot. Glasses ruin everything in life so I decided that I'd wear contact lenses when I first found out that I had short eye sight. That reminded me that I wasn't wearing contact lenses at the time and that explained why I wasn't seeing things clearly. I put the box down on my bed then went inside my walk-in closet, where my PPP bathroom(pink, perfect and private bathroom)was. I headed straight to the sink and looked for my contact lens container but didn't find anything that seemed like it. I frowned and searched some more. In the cupboards, in the toilet, everywhere in the bathroom but there was no sign of it at all. That's strange... I was sure I left it on the shelf on top of the sink but I didn't find it. Then it hit me that my mom must have taken it away. She must have taken my clothes, my jewelry, my high heels, my everything! She practically took my life away since yesterday. She watched joyfully as Madame Fantine explained what I did and what the consequences were. She loved seeing me unhappy. She ruined my life! And she wasn't going to get away with it. I went out of the bathroom and stood in front of the hangers. The clothes couldn't get more hideous and boring and sloppy. The colors of the shirts and skirts were black and navy and brown and gray. Worst, there is no pink! I took off my pajamas and replaced them with a black long-sleeved shirt and a shin-length checkered skirt. I looked at myself in the mirror. God, I look ugly as hell! I wanted to tear the clothes apart and shred them to little pieces but if I did, I wouldn't have anything to wear and I wouldn't want to go walking around school naked. Wait a minute. I'm home-schooled now. I pushed the thought away and grabbed the ugly shoes. I sat on the little bench in the walk-in closet and put it on cautiously. They looked loads bigger than my feet but they fit perfectly, much to my disappointment. I thought I'd use the excuse of not being able to wear them to not wear them but they fit. They fucking fit! I walked over to the box that I put on my bed and stared at it for a long time before picking it up. I opened it and put the plastic ring on my index finger. I smelled the perfume again and I had a peculiar thought that it smelled like it was urban-scented, which wasn't so bad. I sprayed some of it on myself and put it back into the box. Then I came across the glasses again. It was a pain in the ass to even look at them. Let alone wear them. I took them out and wore them. It was new to me since I never wore glasses in my life. I put the box on the highest shelf in the walk-in closet and closed its doors. I leaned my back against the doors and sighed. If I have to stick to clothes like this my whole life, I'd be miserable forever. I took my phone from the dresser and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. I found my mom reading a magazine and my dad reading newspaper, both sitting at the breakfast table. In our kitchen, we have the breakfast table, where we eat breakfast. Where we eat lunch and dinner is in the dining room. We have 2 bedrooms, both on the second floor, we have the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, the exercise room, a couple of bathrooms, a ballroom, a supplies closet, and of course, a maid's house. We have lots of maids working in our house. There's four for cleaning up (since we have lots of rooms and they're all huge), two for gardening, two for cooking, two for making the beds every morning (one for each bedroom), three for doing laundry and a driver (although sometimes my dad drives himself). I remember them all by name. That's just how awesome I am. I found Clemence and Jeanne, the maids who cook, making some scrambled eggs. I sat down across from my mom at the breakfast table and she put the magazine higher up, covering her whole face. Why are some people so touchy? I crossed my legs and my arms. "Oh, Melanie. You're awake." My dad finally said. OMG! Did he seriously just notice?! Am I that invisible?! "Oh, hi, dad. I didn't even know you were here." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Hey, Jeanne. Clemence." I called to them.

"Yes, milady?" They answered at the same time. I grinned. They remember. I asked all the servants in the house to address me as 'milady' years ago and I couldn't believe they still remembered about it. "ENOUGH!" My dad shouted. I looked over to my mom, who still had the magazine covering her face. Her body was shaking for some reason but I didn't absolutely have to care. "Enough of this bullshit! Haven't you caused enough trouble already?! This morning, you called your mom a bitch, told her to get her ass out of your room, told her to 'shut the fuck up' and you caused enough problems in school. YOU'RE the bitch, YOU shut the fuck up and YOU GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THIS HOUSE IF YOU'RE GOING TO BOSS PEOPLE AROUND AND DEMAND THEM TO ADDRESS YOU AS 'MILADY'. MILADY MY ASS, MELANIE! YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL GIRL EVEN IN THESE KINDS OF CLOTHES BUT YOU HAVE A HEART OF PURE EVIL AND SHIT!" By the end of it, dad's face was as red as a baboon's butt. My mom was shaking even more than she was before and my dad calmed himself down a bit before holding my mom in his arms. What the hell is going on? "Your mom almost killed herself after you did those stuff to her. She stabbed her arms, scratched and slapped herself for having a bitchy daughter that she doesn't even want to call her daughter." My dad said coldly. I gasped. "You are supposed to be on my side. Not that bitch's side! If she doesn't want to call me her daughter then she should get the fuck out of here!" I shouted. My mom lowered the magazine so her face was revealed. I gasped. Her face was full of scars and it was red. She extended her arms out on the breakfast table and they were both bandaged. She tore one of the bandages off and I almost fainted. It was a long wound from a knife, from her shoulder to her wrist. I put my perfectly manicured hand over my mouth and pretended to be surprised. Honestly, I'm just that good at acting. Then my mom got up from her seat and ran out of the kitchen. My dad followed her but when he passed me, he came back and swung the back of his hand across my face. I winced and kicked him hard in the stomach then punched him in the face. His face was full of blood after I punched him. He called Jeanne and Clemence over to me with a hand signal and they walked politely towards me as he left the kitchen. I heard a loud 'bang' of the front door. I realized that my parents were finally gone. Yes! Now I can invite my friends over and have a party! My smile faded when Jeanne and Clemence were at the table, near my Iphone. Clemence had a hammer in her hand. Then, without second thought, she swung the hammer on the table hard so the hammer would make contact with my Iphone. I screamed from the bottom of my lungs and I was sure I broke some glasses in the house, like in the movies. I swung my hand across Clemence's face hard. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU JUST DID?!" I shouted in her ear. Clemence didn't budge. Neither did Jeanne. "I'm sorry, bitch, but I'm here to follow orders from mature people. Not some kind of pain-in-the-ass bitch who demands everyone to call her 'milady' and treat her like royalty." Clemence said, one hand one her hip and the other holding a hammer. I felt myself fuming and I could have sworn that smoke was coming out from my ears. I grabbed a knife and stabbed her right in the stomach. She collapsed on the floor and was hardly breathing. A minute later, her chest stopped rising up and down and I was sure she was dead. Well, one dead servant wouldn't do any harm anyway because we have loads of other servants to serve us. A pool of red covered her whole upper part and Jeanne's face was filled with horror. I mock-chuckled at her. "You want to be next, don't you? Well, touch my phone and you'll be dead as meat." I said, smiling. I then realized I was a murderer after I looked over to Clemence. I really am a murderer. Shit. Jeanne handed me an old-fashioned Nokia phone and ran away. Then the Nokia phone in my hand started ringing. I picked it up. "Hello?" I said.

"It's me, Juliette." The person on the other side of the line said. Wow. Two friends in one day? Cool! "Oh, hi. I miss you so much!" I said cheerfully. She didn't answer right away and I realize I must have said it at the wrong moment. "So how are you?" I continued.

"Great. Montparnasse asked me out so I just called to tell you that your boyfriend is now mine." She replied and hung up. I froze in the position, bewildered. I tried to take all the information in but couldn't. My 'Parnasse. With Juliette. Boyfriend and girlfriend. I shook my head to clear it and smashed the stupid phone onto the ground. I kicked the breakfast table and it fell right on top of Clemence's body. I punched our expensive fridge and damaged all the kitchen equipment. I strode to the living room and started pacing horribly. I smashed a vase onto the floor and got a glass stuck in my palm, making it bleed heavily. I started thinking about all the things. I fucking hate my shitty life and it's a total mess. I didn't expect it to happen or turn out like how it did. I got my things taken away, my boyfriend taken away, I'm officially a murderer, my parents ran away from home because of me, I got expelled from school, I'm going to that fucking summer school in July, I'm not graduating this year, I'm not fucking popular, I became nerdy and most of all, I have to wear those stupid fucking glasses! Every bloody person on this bloody world hates me at this moment and this is a nightmare come true.

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