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Chapter 8

Its Monday now, and I am so anxious to see Ambrose today. Only a few more hours til I get to see him again. I haven't slept yet, too energetic in anticipation for today. It's 3:51am and I've just been laying here texting Ambrose the whole night. I haven't seen Ambrose since Tuesday last week when he brought me my bag at the police station. We haven't seen each other in 5 days. Today though, we get to finally see each other again at school.

It was kind of hard convincing him to go to school with me, because he did some research and found out it was some rich high tier school, expensive, uniform, fancy type. The expenses weren't the problem, I easily got him in and covered the expenses myself. The real problem? Fuck rules, fuck fancy, fuck uniforms.

In the end he agreed, and he was registered with fake information and I had a few strings pulled here and there. He starts the same day as me, and we have the same schedules. He complained about the uniforms nonstop, and I didn't really say anything because I hated it too.

I had to be ready by 7:40 sharp, or they'd leave without me, not that I'd mind. The only reason I'm tolerating this is because Ambrose would be there with me.

Today, Adonis would be driving me, Rome, Kassiel, and Luca. Gianni was of course on his own. He couldn't be bothered with driving his siblings, especially me, to school. He clearly hated me. I don't know why and I don't care why. We didn't know each other before so why would we need each other now? I simply ignore his presence every time we cross paths.

I decided to get up once it reached 5, because I was tired of laying in bed. I told Ambrose I was going to go shower, and left my phone charging. Yesterday I told Ambrose about my new phone and we switched to texting each other there instead of my old phone. Of course I still kept my old phone on me in case of emergencies, but I mainly use my new phone now.

I took my time showering, washing my hair and body before getting out after like 40 minutes. You can't judge me for taking long showers, that's where all the thinking gets done.

I got out and dried myself and my hair, letting it fall in it's natural waves to my lower mid back. I remember when I first dyed my hair silver. It was 2 months after we escaped, and I decided I needed a new change of look. Ambrose helped me dye my hair and in the end it surprisingly looked good. I've kept it silver since then, dying it silver when my natural hair began showing at the roots.

I kept a strand of hair hidden under the rest of my hair natural, so I'd always have some memory of my natural self. It was hidden beneath the rest of my hair, no one would be able to see it unless they tried or I intentionally showed them.

After I dried my hair, I dried myself and went to my walk in closet, seeing my uniform folded neatly on the shelf. I put on my undergarments and the uniform followed after. Surprisingly it wasn't all that uncomfortable. It was a simple long sleeve white dress shirt and a black and white striped skirt. Apparently the dress code also applied to shoes, which had to be within the colors white, black, grey, or brown. I didn't really give a damn about the rich and fancy, so I didn't really care to follow that rule. I already know I won't be following that rule in the future anyways.