Westfield High

Chapter 1- Amethyst

***Amethyst's POV***

“I’ve got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine, I got a love and I know that it’s all mine, oh, oh whoa. Do what you want, but your never gonna break me, sticks and stones are never gonna shake me, oh, oh whoa,” I sang along to my totally 90s ringtone before I check the caller ID – my bestie Maria, and answering.

“Hey princess Maria! What you up to babes?” I said in my usual singsong voice.

“Nothing much. In fact, I’m completely bored out of my brain! Charles is having another of those stupid ‘Indiana Jones’ marathons with his friends so I’ve got nothing to do!” she said exasperated.

Charles is Maria’s brother. I don’t see him much since he’s in college, but he’s really nice!

I love Indiana Jones. I mean, it’s action packed; they wear cool hats; there’s awesome Tiki statue things… What’s not to love? But I can’t admit that.

I have a reputation to uphold as the Upper Eastside Manhattan’s most popular ‘Bitch’. If word got out that I enjoy dorky Sci-Fi movies, I’d be ruined. I would probably have to move somewhere like, like, BROOKLYN!

So I put on my believable ‘happy’ voice, and suck it up.

“Argh! We have to get you out of there darling! Let’s go shopping! School starts in like, two weeks! How come Summer goes so bloody fast? And I need to get something that’s suitable for… Canada,” I said that with a shudder.

Now that I’m 16, my parents are packing me up and sending me to some boarding school for teens like me.

“Oh! I almost forgot! We have to make the most of these last two weeks. Kiss as many boys as possible, go to tons of wild parties, and of course shop! This will be your last time to make the most of having 5th Avenue a block away!”

“Ahhh! Don’t remind me!” How am I going to survive without the New York shopping necessities by my door? “I’ll be there in 10! Love ya Mar!”

“See you soon hun. Love ya.”

And that ended our conversation.

I grab my Coach bag, Gucci sunglasses and phone with my Marc Jacob cover and walk out the door.

“Miles. Miles! I need you to drive me to Mar’s house. We’re going shopping,” I yell to my family’s butler/ chauffeur.

I love Miles; he’s worked for my family for over 20 years! He is family.

“Coming Aimsey,” he answers using his nickname for me.

I like it. It’s cute!

10 minutes later we arrive out the front of Maria’s apartment building. I walk into the lobby, sink into my favorite armchair and think about how boarding school life will be. I wonder if I’ll have a roommate. Mom said there’d be other kids like me.

So that means other species…

“Amethyst! There you are!” says Mar as she rushes over to give me a hug.

We air kiss twice and then head out to the car. “Miles, hey!” Mar exclaims. “How are the kids?”

“They’re wonderful Maria, thank you for asking,” he answers.

Just because Mar and I are rich, and we have butlers, doesn’t mean we’re mean to them.

“5th Avenue?” Miles asks, though it’s more of a statement then a question since he already knows the answer.

Mar and I nod our heads. “You know us so well,” I say.

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