'Carlisle: Institute for the Brave and Bold' my terrified eyes stared longingly at the sign, nervous about coming to the most prestigious school in the whole country, where only the rich and powerful could attend.
With the exception of.. me. And other scholarship kids around.
I've heard lots about what they do to scholarship kids. A great chunk of how they torment them and reprimand them of what they don't have.
I sighed remembering what the rich students on the bus were doing to that nerdy kid, taunting him with disgusting remarks like 'broke ass, I bet your poor mother would earn more as our maid than whatever that crappy job pays' or 'How can you wear such rags for clothing, aren't they uncomfortable?'
I scowled at their cruel words to which Stacy noticed, placing her delicate hand on my knee, massaging in circles. I gave her a small grin, my nerves easing up slightly. But not entirely...
"Stupid yellow badge..." One of the rich kids spat, throwing the nerd's glasses out the window.
Yellow badge.
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4 months ago....
Did you know they have different badges?! I'm soooo going to get a pink one!' Stacy giggled with excitement as we walked through the outskirts of the Carlisle campus, admiring every student that walks past us.
It was the last couple weeks of middle school where everyone would get a tour of the high school they were going to attend.
"Don't mind them,' Our tour guide muttered nonchalantly, swaying us away from the upsetting scene. But I didn't look away.
"Kid, don't you think you're forgetting something?' The green-badged male folded his hairy arms, peering down at the sweaty, shaking boy and i halted for a second.
"I-I'm sorry! I'll get your homework next time!" The nerd dropped to his knees, bowing down for mercy and I gasped.
"I said... keep moving," The tour guide stared sharply at me, a slight annoyance found in his tone and I only frowned. The look in his eyes was cold yet soft and I only furrowed my eyebrows at the situation.
"That's just the system. If you have a yellow badge consider yourself cursed. Scholarship kids like him have been brought up to serve the higher ranks. That's their payment for attending this school." The tour guide remarked as I clenched my jaw as if he was reading my thoughts.
Continuing with the tour, I peered over at the nerd for a final time, seeing how he was bruised and beaten within the split second I looked away.
....
I am a scholarship kid.
The only reason they weren't picking on me was because I didn't look like a scholarship kid: I wasn't wearing a yellow badge (or any badge for that fact), and I was sitting next to Stacy Gilbert.
Her dad is Andrew Gilbert, a well-known real estate broker, and her mother is just as impressive. Kylie George, a well-known model with her aunt being Regina George, one of the biggest in showbiz.
That was only part of it. I knew Stacy was quite popular, especially with the guys. I couldn't count how many of my friends asked if we were dating before they would try to make a move on her.
Sure she's eye candy, her cute smile warming my heart and her baby blue eyes made me melt under her gaze but.... I simply didn't feel that way towards her.
Or maybe I did but I just didn't realize it.
'Oh hurry up will you! This place is just waiting to be explored. It's HUMUNGOUS!!' Stacy screeched in my ear and I snapped out of my thoughts, taking her hand as she dragged me out of the bus and through the crowd of snobby students.
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Teen FictionDISCONTINUED When freshman Angelico Axetor enters Carlisle high school, an institute for the filthy rich, with his best friend for life Stacy, he couldn't have imagined how crazy it would get. He tries his best to avoid everyone and focus on his ac...
