What if everything you have ever wanted is something you can never have?
Well, this is exactly the case for Gabriella Rosa Hernandez. She was the daughter of the richest man in the state. But that didn't matter to her. The money never mattered. She...
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It has been 2 weeks since I have seen the outside. A day ago they had put me on an IV because I was severely dehydrated from being locked in the punishment room. I sigh yanking the IV out of my arm and get up out of bed. I started a new school today so I needed to get ready.
After I shower and do everything I need, I walk out of my room with my things and head towards the elevator. As I make it to the lounge I see John. He smiles softly at me as I walk towards him.
"Hey, J, I will be taking my bike today. I need some time to think," I say
"Of course, just let me know if you need me to pick you up. I will tell your Father that I took you to school so he doesn't get suspicious," He says.
"Thanks, J," I say patting his arm as I walk by him.
I walk out of the lounge and down the street towards the parking garage. It takes me a good minute until I see it. My bike. I love it to death.
It was my mother's before she died and even though my dad destroyed it. I got a job and rebuilt it from the engine to the leather seats.
I hop on and start it smiling when I rev it making it echo through the parking garage.
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"Good morning, Miss Hernandez," A woman cheerfully greets me, and I'm taken aback for a moment wondering how the fuck she knew my name.
"I've been expecting you. Welcome to Claremont Academy." She says.
Of fucking course she's been expecting me, it's the first day of term after New Years and I doubt they have any other students joining so late in the year, let alone in their final year—senior year as it's known over here.
"Yeah, good morning," I reply coldly.
"I hope you had a nice holiday?" She asks.
Please stop talking to me.
"Yep," I reply.
After the Tailor ball in Colorado on Christmas Eve, I flew back that night on the diplomatic jet, landing in Washington just a little after midnight. While my Father stayed with my stepmother and step-sister. You think you have it bad going to school? Try going to one of those. They suck ass.
