The Mustang Kids

Welcome to Madison Academy

Part 1 

The Mustang Kids

Jade's POV 

My life is clean, neat, proper. Blouses and skirts free of wrinkles. Waterproof mascara that never runs. Each hair in it's place, tucked under the strap of my headband every day. Each report card lined with A's. Bed made, desk organized, courtesy of my family's maid and my previous nanny, Margaret. The cars in the garage are always shined to perfection, namely my Mustang Silver Edition 2014. With that car, I am the envy of every wheel-head in the private school I attend. A 16th birthday gift from my father, William Thomas. CEO of the largest oil company north of the Pacific, there is no denying our wealth. I was raised in privilege and I cherish and show my gratitude for it at every chance available. Wealth and love, two things I have that not all are lucky enough to possess.

My father is constantly busy, making business deals, buying out smaller companies, expanding his chain, but he does make an effort to be a so-called "Family-Man" for us. Us being my sister, proud graduate of Harvard with a criminal law degree, and soon-to-be bride, and my mother, whose full time job is taking care of the rest of our family. Hosting parties for my father constantly, the events ranging from cocktail hours to business galas. Helping me with my college search (Yale Grad Jade Serrano does have a nice ring to it), and helping my sister with wedding preparations.

My sister and I, along with our parents, and their parents, have all attended Madison Private (Not to mention prestigious) Academy. An all girls academy until it became co-ed back in the 90s (Thank God), it is supposedly the best high school education offered in New York. Entry is based strictly on academic performance, with scholarships offered and financial aid granted to those in need. This opens the school to those that are not as well-off economically as my family tree, and makes for a heavy amount of division and cliques in the school.

Madison Academy is divided into 5 cliques that do not interact whatsoever. Never have and never will.

First, and stereotypically, there's jocks. They gain entry into this school based on athletic talent, and are the reason why Madison is in the highest division of competitive athletic teams nation-wide. They're still smart, of course, everyone here is. GPA's need to be maintained at 3.8 to graduate and remain a student here.

Second, there's the Ivy Leagues. These are the kids who break the GPA scale and go beyond 4.0s. Grades are the soul reason why they exist, and they are destined to be the next Bill Gates, or Steve Jobs. Pure geniuses, and incredibly frustrating to be around, always trying to one-up one another, and those around them.

Next, there's the Artists. Not tortured artists, and certainly not starving artists either, but simply the creative students who spend their free time writing poetry, or painting portraits, sketching landscapes. They add artistic prestige to Madison.

Then, there's my group, dubbed the Mustang Kids. One thing we all have in common is wealth. We are the ones who are always in their place, well-liked by all teachers and adults. We are the ones with the giant trust funds and the newest cars. During the day, we ace tests and bat our eyes at college interviews, and at night we cruise in our convertibles, Mustangs and Bentleys and Audis as far as the eye can see. When we park, the girls like to dance and the guys like to watch, but in the end, we're still as classy as they come. Khakis, Sperry's, Coach bags, Michael Kors, Rolex watches.

Surprisingly, we're the smallest group at Madison. Everyone knows everyone in the Mustang Kids group, our family's all get together for cocktails on weekends. I like to think of us in Madison like a family. Excluding the fact that hook-ups within our group are extremely common. Back seats of expensive cars are good for that sort of thing. Unlike general opinion in the halls of Madison states, we really are all kind souls. Not "Rich Bitches" as many claim. If the cliques actually interacted, I'm sure we would find its easier to get along than it may seem.