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There I was, sitting in the taxi saying goodbye to my gorgeous Beverly Hills house. My gorgeous boyfriend. My gorgeous lifestyle. I Lydia Jackson, am getting shipped off to some boarding school in France. Now I know what you're thinking. 'France is so beautiful why would I be complaining', well the boarding school I am attending, is just a little town in France. Lorient, France to be exact. It is precisely 4 hours and 38 minutes away from Paris. Paris is the heart of France! You don't go to France, and just skip Paris. Well, I am. It's about a 5 hour drive, I'm lucky if we're let off campus. I'm not expecting this to be some great adventure. The only time I thought about going to France, was to Paris. Before mom died. Now that she's gone, my grades are failing and I've been partying too much, the stress has got to my dad so he is deciding on sending me to some boarding school in Lorient, France. Most people at that school are studying abroad, that's why daddy picked that school. So I wouldn't feel like the odd one out. I waved goodbye to my nanny Ivonna, she looked after me when mom died. My boyfriend Kent and I decided it'd be best to break up, and when I come back we'll get back together. It'll be easier without the pressure of having to keep up with a long distance relationship. I'm supposed to report back to my dad after I've finished one semester at this school, If it's hell there he'll ship me right back home. If I like and enjoy it, I can stay the entire school year. My dad is the owner of some big law firm so money was never really an issue, it was apparently really expensive to send me here but he is doing what's "best for his little girl". I'm not little anymore though. I'm 17. My birthday is February 8th. Yes I'm an Aquarius. I check my horoscope everyday. I look at my phone and the time is, 3:22pm. I already want to go back home. By the time I reach the LAX it is already 3:50pm. The chauffeur opens my door as I step out of the car. I put my shades on and grab my suitcase. I walk to the terminal and wait in this long line. I take out a pocket mirror as I re apply my lipstick, noticing an middle aged woman staring at me. I turn around on instinct,

"Can I help you?" I ask the unknown lady, not being nice at all. She just lowers her shades and looks away. I scoff and continue walking in the line. Once I get through all airport check, I am finally sitting in my seat, a one way trip to Lorient, France.

After the long 16 hour flight, I have touched down. I get bad airplane anxiety, so I was relieved when I opened my eyes and we were on the runway not the pacific ocean. I sit up and reach up top to grab my suitcase and bring it down. Daddy told me to text him as soon as my plane landed so I did just that. I took out my new rose gold Iphone 6S and started texting him, telling him I was safe, and not currently in a life vest trying to stay above water. Suddenly out of no where someone bumped into me causing me to drop my new phone.

"No!" I gasp as I reach down, and stare at the new apparent crack on my screen. I pick it up and look at the person who did this. It was the same lady from earlier! I give her a snarky look and taken my luggage and 'accidentally' run over her toe, I look back laughing. I exit the airport and see a limo chauffeur with the name "Jackson" written on it. I walk up to the man, around the age of 25.

"Lydia Jackson. That is me" I smile as he takes my luggages and opens the door for me. I sit down as he asks where I'm going and I tell him the address of my new boarding school. We arrive in minutes and I get out and hand him a $100, for a tip. He gives me my suitcase, and speeds off.

"Lydia Jackson? I'm guessing" a lady appearing to be in her late 40's early 50's comes up to me.

"Yes" I reply and hold out my hand, "You are?" I ask as the lady takes it.

"Terry Jackell, I'm your new dean" She firmly shakes my hand and lets go. She looks behind me at my suitcase,

"Oh you brought clothes?" She furrows her eyebrows, and looks disapprovingly.

"Um yes, Is that a problem?" I try to ask as nice as possible.

"You won't be needing that. Boys" She snaps her finger as 2 large men, which I don't understand why she called them boys, appears behind her and takes my gucci suitcase.

"What are you doing? That's expensive!" I shout as they proceed to open it and empty out the contents, into a nearest trash can. Good thing I have my laptop, phone charger, and wicked, my favorite stuff animal all in my carry on hand bag.

"Those clothes cost a lot of money!" She raises her eyebrows as the men set my now empty suitcase in front of me. I stand there completely frozen.

"Follow me" She says as I obey because I am already scared shitless of her. We enter a corridor and every person that was laughing and having a good time in there, stiffened up at the sight of Dean Jackell. She noticed too, and only smiled. She knocked on a door, as a short girl, probably 5'3 stood in front of us.

"Hello Madelyn. This is Lydia, She's a new student, also your new roommate. I'm going to leave you two, to get to know each other." She says, with the fakest of smiles. On her way out she looks back,

"Lydia stop by the registrar office at 5. I'll be giving and telling you everything you need to know about this school. Madelyn will show you where it's at, won't you Madelyn?" Madelyn snaps up and nods her head super fast.

"Yes! Of course." Dean Jackell leaves Madelyn and I alone in the room. Madelyn lets out a sigh,

"Well, I'm Maddie. Everyone knows I hate my full name. So don't call me it." She laughs and holds out her hand,

"I'm Lydia" I smile and firmly grasp her hand.

"Wanna go get something to eat? Breakfast just started. Everyone in this dorm hall is usually up by 6am." I nod my head and follow her out. We walk out, to everyone acting normal again. I follow behind Maddie and suddenly bump into someone, I look up.

"Watch where you're going" The tall boy rolls his eyes at me and continues walking. Maddie pulled me forward,

"Ignore him, that's Michael Clifford. He's our school's biggest fuckboy. Once he properly talks to you, he'll try to shag you. Say no okay? He probably has crabs." I laugh at what she tells me but I take her serious. I can tell from her accent, that Maddie is from England. Sounds like a Manc accent, my grandparents are from Manchester, England. So I recognize the way it sounds.

"You from Manchester?" I ask her and she nods her head.

"Yeah! Everybody think's I'm from London. Like just because I have an english accent doesn't always have to mean I'm from London. There are more places to England, than just London. Same goes with Accents." I smile at her and respond with a 'Cool'.

"So where are you from?" She asks me and I smile and proudly say,

"Beverly Hills" She looks a bit confused.

"Is that somewhere in America?" She asks and I nod my head.

"Yes, California" I tell her and furrow my head. I thought everyone knew what Beverly Hills was.

"That's cool!" She tells me, as we enter the mess hall. I see everybody wearing long sleeved shirts, knee high skirts, and more than average, tall socks. This is hideous. Will I have to wear this?

"Yes, you will. You'll have to buy 5 outfits, one for each day of the week of course. You aren't allowed to wear anything else, just your uniform." I must have said that out loud, she also must have noticed my disgusted face because she let out a laugh and said,

"you'll get used to it!"

17 hours later, and I already want to go home.

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Heyy okayy new fanfic! let's hope I actually finish this one... lol. Oh also yeah Lydia seems kinda bitchy and stuck up but dont worry she won't always be like this! She'll change and won't take everything for granted anymore blah blah blah i cant say anymore I cant spoil it! Lol. Also she met Michael in the beginning chapter too which is radddd. ANyways PLEASE leave feedback! ANY feedback is good! I want notes on how to be a better writer!

that michael gif at the top tho O