Chapter 2.

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Here's the thing. I didn't attend any normal high school with its typical high school bitch. No! I attended Redwood College and the thing about Redwood college, was that it was different. The students were of there own master piece. Every individual perfect, happy and content with who they were and where they stood. It definitely had its cliches; the nerds, the jocks, the pretty boys, the beautiful girls and the populars. But there was no segregation.

To tell you the truth, there are a few things me and the 'fictonal' typical high school bitch have in common. That is, we are both 'popular' and not just any popular, the highest ranking of populars. But with me, I didn't walk around the school hallways stalking, preying and hunting like a wild lion. People were friendly towards me and so was I. We didn't go around hating but we weren't exactly hippies who shared the love. People respected me because I didn't cover my face in synthetic makeup or try to design my face to be someone I'm not. I strongly believed in what was right and didn't hurt anyone for the sake of it. All the boys wanted me, But I wanted none. I was still waiting for the day, where I could meet someone, and have them ask themselves "how did I get so lucky". That's the truth. I don't know how I managed to captivate so many boys but I did and I was often overwhelmed by the attention and took comfort amongst my books.I was a secret nerd. Always indulging myself into books, spending my frees at the library and spending hours upon hours devouring knowledge. I'd choose creative arts over shopping any day. I'd examine each stroke my brush made, watching as the bristles ate away at the white paper, leaving thicks of paint for my imagination to carry.

Another thing about me and a typical high school bitch share, are rich parents. I come from a family of fortune and wealth. Where penny's are turned to millions at the flick of an eye. I had the latest cars, the most fashionable clothing, massive villa's and servants at my disposal; all at the hands of my parents, at there very wish. I didn't need half of what I had, it was a complete waste of space but my parents seemed that it filled the empty void of their absence, as they were constantly doing business. We lived a fulfilled life with a happy and content family. It was often just my sister, the servants and myself to our grand mansion, but everything our parents did was for us.

On days when we were alone, I would often found my self slowly shuffling through the grand hallways of the mansion and every time I took the same route and happen to stumbled upon the forbidden wing which was separated by a massive solid volt door that lead to an extension of the mansion. My parents had forbidden my sister and I to ever enter that part of the mansion. I didn't understand why it was always kept hushed up like a secret but I always had dreams about the day that I will find out what was behind those metal sealed doors. I would intensively glare at the volt door, hoping to burn a hole through the door with my intense stare, but with no luck I would continue my journey through the mansion in utter silence, my mind whirling with fantasies and as I began to find solitude in the journey.

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