"Everyone has secrets, and everyone has something to hide, but the real question is what are you willing to do to keep yours hidden inside."
When Juliet, Violet, and Scarlet's abusive mother and stepfather were mysteriously murdered. Their lives to...
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S C A R L E T V A L E N T I N E P O V
Being bored was an understatement; I knew I was smart, but science wasn't my strongest subject.
If only I could throw myself out of the window, I thought, trying to focus on Mrs. Mill's lecture about minocronia, or was it minocronja? I had lost track, and my mind had started to drift away.
Entering school in the middle of the year was never fun. As I walked through the hallways, I felt eyes on me, and whispers followed me. Everyone was trying to figure out who I was and what I was doing there.
I ignored them, not having the time or energy to delve into the lives of others. After enduring a mind-numbing math class, I felt like my brain cells were on the brink of extinction.
My hand was cramping from the sheer number of notes I had taken, and I couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to take a quick nap.
Mrs. Mill seemed to notice my lack of attention and did what every teacher does in a situation like this: she called on me.
"Ms. Valentine, would you care to tell me what Hansen's disease is more commonly known as?" she asked, catching me off guard.
Seriously? We were talking about cells just a few seconds ago! I must have been side-tracked for, like, five minutes!
I wanted to tell her that if I knew the answer, I would have raised my hand. But I fought the urge to avoid embarrassing myself and admitting my lack of focus when the door suddenly burst open.
A dark-haired boy with sunglasses, wearing a dark leather jacket and ripped pants, sauntered into the classroom. He had an air of confidence as he swaggered towards the teacher's desk, a cocky grin spread across his face.
My heart sank as I recognized him. How could I forget Ryder Rivera? He thought he was the biggest deal around, and his smug smile only fueled my annoyance.
He took off his sunglasses dramatically and exclaimed, "My apologies for my tardiness, Mrs. Mill. Traffic today was just awful!" His voice dripped with a charm that seemed to captivate the entire class.
Mrs. Mill was taken aback by his attitude and audacity, struggling to find words. "Well, okay, please try to be on time in the future, Rivera."
He just smirked, "Sure, it won't happen again," making yet another dramatic gesture before settling into the only available chair, which, of course, happened to be next to me.
Not that he seemed to mind; he seemed amused by my distaste. "Well, hello there, firecracker." I rolled my eyes at his silly nickname.
"Ryder, what do you want?" I snapped.
"Hey, no need to get all cranky; I'm just trying to be friendly."
I scoffed, "As if, you Ryder Rivera are the most insufferable ass I have ever met!" I hissed.
