A/N: Hello again friends! Sorry I havn't posted in a while, but I got super busy. This is an odd chapter, so we are back in high school!
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High School
Skye POV
Week four of school at Woodbury Prep and it's still the worst place ever. Woodbury is the high school for the elite. The majority of the kids here are over privileged, under parented brats. The social hierarchy is strict and unforgiving. This means that if you step one toe out of line your life is over. For example accidentally punching a minion in the face while putting on our backpack does not sit well with the queen. The queen, Shelby White, is the soulless bitch who runs the school with her minions. The minions are these girls who follow her around and do whatever she says. Of course every queen needs her king and of course who else other that Grant Ward to fill that position. After the punching incident, I was sent to the bottom of the proverbial social pyramid, and all of the popular girls have decided that it would be fun to make my life a living hell. It wasn't good enough for them to let me be the band nerd with no friends that quietly goes from class to class unnoticed. They had to make me a spectacle that everyone can laugh at. It all started two weeks ago.
Back story time! Before I came to this family, I was living in Atlanta and I liked the family and my school. That is until they gave me back because the Grace's had a daughter and didn't want me anymore. At that school, I had an awesome group of friends, we called ourselves the squad, and the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. Scratch that. He was the best. Until he cheated on me with a bottle blond slut named Mary.
Anyway, the bitches, my new name for the mean girls, found out about the Mary Naturally, Shelby gives my ex a call. The same ex who is still mad at me for breaking up with him even though he cheated on me and I was moving to another state. Anyway, He happily sent her the video he has of me drunkenly singing Since You Been Gone at karaoke during the marching band wrap up party. Shelby of course blew it way out of proportion by sending it to every student and faculty member at the school. Everyone sings Since You Been Gone at me as I walk down the hall and it is getting very annoying. The only place I can find comfort is the band room where people will leave me alone and I have even made some casual acquaintances. At the end of this year, I will finally be eighteen, so I can move to NYC and try to get a job as a trombonist in the pit of a musical or any other job that will give me money for playing. Until then I guess I will just sit and suffer.
I used the punching thing from something I did last year to a popular girl and I based the social hierarchy of of my school.
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