The Rich And Bold

The Trip

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CHAPTER ONE

SCARLETT

I gazed out of the car window as we approached the parking lot of the tall, pristine, and prestigious white building.

Chauffeurs and parents dropped off their children, expensive cars filling the parking spaces. Couples indulged in carefree moments of affection. Cliques sized each other up, inevitably envying and gossiping about one another. Friends, who had missed each other during the long but fulfilling summer holidays, exchanged hugs and squeals. Designer bags, jewelry, and shoes drew compliments and mockery. Uniform styles underwent critical examination for flaws. And, last but not least, boys ogled girls, selecting their flavors of the week, month, term, or year, while girls blushed and checked out the boys.

It was a typical scene at St. Martha High School.

Today marked the first day of my final year in high school, and as tradition dictated, Cole decided to drop me off, just as he had on every first day of the school year since he took me under his wing. He claimed it was what parents did to show support. I always rolled my eyes at that. He was just a big brother, not a parent, but I cherished the attention he gave me. He never missed an event, going to great lengths to make me happy.

"Have a fantastic day at school. I'll pick you up later so we can finally take those retainers out," he said in his charming British accent, which had women swooning and smiling whenever he spoke.

"Yippee," I replied with obvious sarcasm while hastily tying a last-minute ponytail.

"Maybe you'll make some friends when they come out," he teased.

"Tell that to my brain. Maybe it'll listen to you and make me speak louder and stop being so socially awkward."

Cole chuckled and unlocked the car doors. "I'll call you when I get here." He leaned forward and kissed my temple.

I was relieved that he didn't bring up the topic of seeing a therapist, as he often did. It was getting old.

"Okay. I love you."

"Love you too," he responded as I grabbed my bag and stepped out of his sleek, black Mercedes-Benz.

I let out a heavy sigh and glanced at the imposing school building. I dreaded going in. I dreaded another year of being alienated and pitied because of my soft-spoken nature. I dreaded feeling insecure, convinced that everyone was better than me.

The shape and size of my body made me feel sick. I couldn't gain weight, no matter how hard I tried. I longed to have curves, but it seemed I was destined to be a stick figure for life. I glanced back, hoping that Cole hadn't driven too far, with a faint hope that he might take me back home, but he was nowhere in sight. I stood there for a moment until I felt a pair of eyes on me. I'd been sensing that penetrating gaze for a couple of years, as though someone was watching me. But whenever I turned, I never saw who it was. It didn't make me feel unsafe, just uneasy. I always concluded that I was being paranoid.

I gripped my bag tightly and, with my unease, made my way toward the entrance. The "Already Achieved" were standing on the stairs, chatting with one another.