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Alex's POV//

I walked into the two large wooden doors, my large suitcase rolling behind me.

"Welcome to Ms.Roses Boarding School, I am Ms.Rose, what is your name?"A lady said with a firm hand shake.

"I-I'm Alex Smith." I said, feeling a lump in my throat as I shook the woman's hand. It was firm and cold.

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"Okay, so this is your bunk that you will be sharing with one other girl. Do not leave your room passed 7:00, you are expected to be on time for all your classes, breakfast is at 6:45 and lunch is at 12:30. You're group leader will tell you what time your groups dinner is. No funny business Ms.Smith." She said with a cold glance. I just stared back and nodded.

I sat on the cold, hard bed, awaiting for my roommate to enter. 'I hope she's not mean', I thought to myself, staring at the door, waiting for it to creak open.
I heard a soft tap on the door.

"Uh, come in!"I called, sitting up straighter on my bed. A girl with straight blonde hair emerged at my doorway. And wow, was she beautiful.

"Hey, I'm Amanda, what's your name?" She said, giving me a sweet smile.

"Oh, I'm Alex." I said, returning her smile.

"Cool, so how old are you?" She asked, sitting down next to me on the bed.

"Oh, I'm 16, what about you?" I asked, facing towards her.

"Oh, I'm 15, but I'm turning 16 next month. What's your deal? Like, who sent you here?" She said, applying some lip gloss.

"Oh, um, my parents thought this school would look better on my college application." I said, staring up at her crystal blue eyes.

"Oh, your that type of girl." She said with a sigh.

"Wait, what? Oh, and some lady told me no makeup was aloud, so you should wipe off that lipgloss." I said.

"Chill, that lady can suck my dick. And, what I meant was that your one of those little preppy girls with the rich daddy's and perfect report cards. I got forced here by my snobby mother who didn't want me turning into a dyke."She said, applying more gloss to her lips.

"Oh...well I'm not like that. I have some bad stuff going on in my life too-" I said, rolling up my sleeve, revealing my cuts.

"Oh, I do that too," she said, rolling up her plaid skirt, reveling tens upon tens of scars,"Why'd you cut?" She asks, rolling back down her uniform.

"Oh, um, my dad had a gambling problem and gambled all our money away. Then my mom got mad at him, which caused him to freak out on her. Then he started, um, doing things to me."I said, tears brimming my eyes.

"It's okay, I did it because my dad raped me too. My brother also committed suicide because of my fucked up family. I'm sorry for misjudging you." She said, rubbing my back.

"It's fine, I get it. Listen, I don't want to keep going on about how messed up we are, so can we just talk about normal stuff and be friends?" I asked, wiping away a tear.

"Yeah, sure. Friends." She said, shaking my hand again.

"Friends." I said, returning her handshake.