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Chapter Three

A/N: The following chapters are going to go by a VERY EVENTFUL.

"Not all those who wander are lost."- Lord of the Rings.

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Chapter Three - A trip down memory lane.

Life was hard. The hardships vary and handled differently by everyone. But regardless life is hard and it's only going to bring more hardships in the future. Making memories and riding out this hell of a journey.

It was the only way. The coping way.

I managed to remain hidden from Mrs Brenda's vision—the cramping in my left foot indicated it would be smart if I hatched a plan to get myself out of this situation.

I eventually hightailed it to the Staff Only entrance in the back doors, just about scathe free. I stretched my strained calf—counting all the lucky stars I had. I try to stay on the good side of the school's book. but that counted difficult when the head teacher had a weird vendetta against me.

Making a mental note,to stay clear from trouble like Jay Hawk. I wanted noting else but to graduate and entire a prestige college. A presitage college equated to a presitage job. The dream really is to be some financial help to my parents.

A good income is the only thing I had eyes on. The countless nights I hear them sobbing over our unpaid bill and utililities. Unaware of the paper thin walls, they would appear the next morning sporting fake smiles—concealing their worries. 

I hated the feeling I'd get from it.

It saddens me that they don't think they can discuss issues like that with me. Being eighteen doesn't carry much merit with them than I initially thought.

Then again, in their perspective they didn't want to trouble their teenage daughter with adult problems. I had to show them that I was more than capable of being of some help in the near future.

But in the mean time—I'm determineed to work my asś off this final year. That meant I had to cut loss with parties and unnessary mingling on the weekends. It was harsh—but I had one shot to up my grades this year. Vendetta and trouble can follow me to ends of the world but with my head screwed on right—I think I could make it.

I pushed the oak doors open with my elbow—keeping my other hand on my bag strap. The door leading to the semi loud hallways. A few students scattered around mingling, others trying to remember the pin to their locks. I breathed in the stale smell of the hallways.

They were a couple of cheerleaders gossiping on the stairwell. And other different types of cliques chatting away whilst they had time before the bell.

I truly missed the hierarchy mark where people placed themselves in groups they connected with most. The harsh reality of the food chain dominated most schools. I didn't belong in any groups. I had a diverse friend group that each had their own cliques. I was more of a drifter.

Not having a real belonging.

I visually scanned the hall, eyes peeled for the individuals I called friends. Spotting the familiar heads near my locker, I headed towards their direction.

First to notice me was Platinum blonde, Chloe.

"Vicky!" She plummeted into me before I could get a chance to find my balance. We both clumsily hit the cold hard floor. The Chanel perfume from her blouse hit my nostrils,