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     11 months ago

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Aimee analysed the mirror critically

An incredibly tall girl stared back, showcasing black Ted baker trousers and a loose oversized white shirt. Her skin was dark brown and flawless; her hair was long, jet black, and perfectly straight; and her eyes were huge, black (or a brown dark enough to be mistaken for it) and sparkling. She smiled forcefully, showing off a mouthful of perfect white teeth, then toned it down so she wouldn't look so...unhappy. Who knew her afore euphoric state would be dampened by the cloud that was Effie Tamacheski. She wasn't gullible- she knew it would be puppies and rainbows when she came back, but Effie wouldn't even talk to her yesterday, leaving early due to some strange sort of flu that had been caused by 'blood-sucking pests'- her words. Whatever she and Effie had plenty of time to reunite, and she wouldn't make herself sad about that when she had her last year at Manor Prep to look forward to. Everything was perfect.

Everything but the boy visible in the mirror behind her

"Miss Vanderbilt?" came a hesitant, but nosy voice from her maid, Bailey. Awesome, now the household would know Aimee's activities from last night. To top it off, Michael decided to wake up at that exact moment sans clothes, causing Bailey's eyes to bulge out from her round red face. "I'll just use your shower, Aims." He slid from beneath the covers, now thankfully sporting Calvin Kleins, and strode across the floor in his boxers without any sense of shame. Winking, in fact, toward Bailey and causing her to choke on nothing.

"Did you need something?" Aimee snapped and immediately smiled afterwards because that wouldn't be like her. Bailey flushed horrified and hurried out wordlessly, no doubt ready to gossip to the others about what she had witnessed. Lovely. Nothing like a talk about safe sex from her mother to start the day. Michael by now had emerged from the shower and grabbed his shirt from the floor, managing to look crumpled in an I'm-so-hot-I--can-wear-anything way "Yo I'm heading out. You coming with me?"

"Sounds great, but are you sure you don't want breakfast?"

Michael smirked, and grabbed his car keys " I don't think your family want to know I was here on the first day of school"

Too late, Aimee thought, inwardly relieved at the thought of being with her family again. Boarding school was a great learning experience and all, but she missed her family, her friends (Effie included- no matter how peculiar she was acting) and even the very lovable and cocky Michael

Wasn't she forgetting someone?

Shut up, Aimee muttered like an absolute lunatic, trying to forget the dark-haired boy that was in her room, just two years ago. Instead, it was now Michael who was using her shower, driving her to school. Anyways- this wasn't important. It was the final year- which meant the only thing in her life from now on should be studying studying studying

Definitely.

As Michael hurried down the stairs, Aimee fixed her hair one last time and gave a final smile, ignoring how it wavered at the prospect of meeting everyone again

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School sucked. Class sucked. Her classmates sucked. Effie held back vomit as the pack of sheep she had to share seats with crowded around Aimee, fawning over her lovely perfume (worn by 50% of their school) her lovely hair (it was the same as always) and super-cute nails (was she the only one that noticed bite marks?). She tried to focus on her book, trying to disguise her frustration between pretty pastel highlighters. Not many people knew the exact names of highlighters, but Effie went out of her way to know it wasn't pink but misty rose.