Square One?

Chapter 2

ELEANOR

Today is the first day of school. For the past few days I've been so busy with house and job hunting that it almost slipped my mind. The outcome? Thumbs down. The landlords here think they own a palace or something, they just choose any numbers blindly and put it on the price tag. And the jobs just weren't my type. I know beggars can't choose but I know what I'm good at. And when I say I'm not good at serving and making coffees and milkshakes , I'm ACTUALLY not good at it.

When mom used to say that I need to realize the value of money, I just ignored it. I mean I WAS/am the youngest daughter of one of the richest families in France. I don't think anyone can tell once they peek into my life now. Mom, lesson learned.

I forced myself to get up early today because I preplanned to walk to school. Bus is too expensive for me now. If I need to save money, I need to know how to get things done by spending less.
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My brows shoot up in admiration. Google map pics don't do justice to Westwood. Clearly they didn't update the pictures in years. It almost looks like a big palace but more modern.
The paved road in the middle of a field leads to the school main door. There's a big fountain in the middle of the road. The rest of the area on either sides of the road is green with trees and grass.

I met with the head teacher who handed me my locker key and my class schedule. She told me to dye back my silver highlights sayings it goes against school rules, but I chose to throw it out my other ear. I'll just braid my highlights to make them look less. I was also told to meet her at the homeroom at 8am after arranging my stuffs in the homeroom . Nice 20 minutes left.

My bag hangs from my left shoulder, as I look for my locker down the hallway. But my view repeatedly gets blocked by annoying ass stupid students who doesn't understand that this is a SCHOOL for fuck sake. Not a bar or club, where you make out whenever you want. Students are literally kissing, no licking the face off of each other IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALLWAY. I frown and shake my head in disgust when I see a guy pounding his hand inside a girl's skirt. Blegh.

"I was totally deceived. Ew." I mutter as I walk past females give me glares and males look up and down. Probably because I'm the only one not wearing the uniform. I wore whatever I grabbed first from my suitcase. That is a black cargo pant, an oversized shirt with white crop top underneath.My height being 5'8" which is a bit over the average of the female students here gives me the access to see the locker numbers better. Thank God I'm tall or else I'd have only seen overflowing breast lines (almost half of the buttons of their shirts are undone)or chest hairs. Since I joined in the middle of the year, students are wearing summer uniform which is beige shirt and black skirt for girls. Black pant for the boys.

I spot my locker from two feet away. Where unfortunately, massive bodies are leaning against and guess what? MAKING THE FUCK OUT. I don't like this school as much as I did from the outside.

I walk towards my locker and stand straight infront of them. "Move away from my locker" I say in a demanding tone. These pricks don't deserve my mercy. Their attention lands on me. They're six of them. 3 boys, 3 girls.

The blonde girl in the middle speaks up "Don't talk to us, bitch" and turns around to resume what they were doing.

My temper rises. Bitch is gonna see who's the BITCH she's talking to. "Move. Away....Bitch" I say pushing the last word.

The whole hallway goes silent, heads turn, walking halts. Heh drama. I was born for it.

"What did you just call me? You fucker?" The blonde snarls.

"Whatever you heard" I raise an eyebrow challenging her. 

She chuckles followed by the other two girls beside her. My guess? Her minions. "Bitch you don't know who you're messing with. Get the fuck outta here while I'm being nice." she says taking steps towards me. If weren't for her heels she could've never matched my height. But I gotta admire her beauty, she's straight from Tangled. But too bad her behavior sucks at least Rapunzel had manners. From the looks of it she must be the 'hotshot popular' girl here. Her chanel bag proves she's loaded. Meh my LV bag which I left in France is better. I should've brought it here. Dang it.

After taking in her appearance in 1 second, I stare into her eyes with my dead ones. "This... is your nice?" I point to her. I take a step forward her "Listen, little girl, I don't care who the fuck you are. You're standing in front of my locker so I told you to move. So stop blabbering like a child and MOVE!" I growl the last word.

"You sick bitch-" she snarls. But gets cut off by the teacher.

"What's happening here? Miss Agnes? Miss Devereaux? Is there any problem?" the head teacher inquires.

"No miss Thompson, everything is perfectly fine" Blondie says in a high pitch tone.
"You will pay for that" she whispers to me before giving me a fake tight smile and walking away. Surprisingly I scared the boys away too. I mentally fist bumps myself. Nice start of school Eleanor.

I slightly nod to the head teacher who walks past me and open my locker to settle my things. All of a sudden a body jumps over me from behind making me almost lose control on my legs. I stumble toward my locker.

"Elle!!! My girl!! You're finally here!" Natalie squeals.

I laugh at her enthusiasm. She's for real the most energetic friend I've ever had."Yeah now get down" I say as her small body gets down my body like a monkey.

I put my things in my locker while she speaks "Dude that was so cool. For the first time in history a girl stood up against Ruby Agnes, Ruby's face was like" she makes a weird shocked face.

I laugh at her mimicking, her face didn't look like that though she's being extra, she's being typical Natalie. "What are you talking about?" I ask.

She replies "Ruby is the daughter of the principal of this school. So no one dares to go against her. Well no one except some boys who's parents are the principal's friends and now you" she says grabbing my hand and walking with me."Seriously that bitch needed someone to teach her a lesson. She just goes around snapping at everyone who comes in 5 meters of her zone. Last time she stripped a student naked in front of the whole school because she didn't show her the answers in a test"

"What the hell? Didn't the teachers do anything?" I ask frowning in disgust and a feeling of shame that girl must have gone through. It makes my blood warmer.

"It was after school hours. There wasn't anyone except the students who love Ruby's punishments. And there's a lot of them who does"

I pinch my nose in disbelief.

"What's your homeroom number?" Nat asks

"1" I answer.

"Dude what? You're in homeroom 1? That's where Ruby and the boys are! You're so lucky... Oh and unlucky"

"What do you-" I try to ask her what she means but she pushes me toward a room. I swear she's so weird. No wonder she's my best friends.

"Here's your homeroom. Best of luck! I'll see you later. Oh and also Ruby must have put a dot on you so stay alert. Bye!" And with that she runs off to who knows where. Weirdo.

"Miss Devereaux you're late" miss Thompson accuses me. No wonder Nat ran away. That sly bitch.

"Sorry miss Thompson. Won't happen again" I make an empty promise. I always used to be late in my school in France but my grades gave the teacher an excuse to go easy on me.

She nods and enters the room. I follow her inside.

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