𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄.

"𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍? 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍. 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍.."

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THE RALPH LAUREN SWEATER sent a sense of warmth over my skin, a small sigh leaving my lips the second the navy blue knitted fabric was fully over my white blouse.

I stood in front of the mirror in my closet, the plaid navy skirt that came with my uniform stopping in the middle of my thighs.

The first day of sophomore year.

And god, how much I dreaded walking through those large gates, the whole school almost— too fancy.

It was what you'd expect from an international high school that you have to apply for, and pay the tuition for every year.

I remember the day I got the email that I had gotten accepted to the school. I was completely euphoric, and so were my parents.

The experience didn't live up to my expectations.

I should've listened to my brother when he told me it wasn't worth it.

I let out a small huff at the thought, rolling my sleeves up to my forearms, putting on a gold watch, my Van Cleef clover bracelets that matched with my necklace, and my Cartier bracelet.

I glanced down at the jewelry, quickly grabbing a few rings and slipping them onto my fingers.

The pink roller in my hair was almost left forgotten due to how much I was rushing to get myself ready.

Once I pulled out the roller, I tossed and flipped my hair around until I was content with how it looked.

I sprayed my perfume, grabbed my backpack, and put on my shoes, rushing down the stairs.

There stood my older brother, Lorenzo, who was leaned against the kitchen island, texting his friends.

"Buongiorno.." My words left my mouth as a small mumble, his eyes glancing up at me, exchanging the greeting.

"Are you not going to school..?"

"I will, just not for first period. Fuckin' hate that teacher.."

"Again..?"
"Again."
"Again.."

I mocked his response, knowing that this was a daily thing.

Lorenzo always showed no concern about his education, he'd only show up when he wanted to..

And yes, our parents have tried to get him to get back to school on a daily basis, but ultimately gave up once they realized how persistent he was on not going.

"Alright, then.. I'll see you later.."

I grabbed the iced coffee I made the night before, bringing it with me as I walked out of the house.

I unlocked the gates, rushing down the street to the bus stop.

There stood Jude, Pedri, and Ferran, and a few other kids I recognized from last year.

As well as new students.

I took notice of how Ferran excused himself from his conversation, sitting down next to one of the new kids, who obviously wanted nothing more than for Ferran to leave him alone.

A small grin formed on my glossed lips, taking out my AirPods and putting them in my ears.

Yes, I was friends with Pedri and Jude, but I was in no mood to be talkative right now.

Or at any time. I hated long conversations.

The small sip of coffee I took left a cooling sensation in my throat, the bittersweet taste giving me at least some energy.