The Popularity Game

(1) Shipped and soaked

~Hope you don't find this incredibly cliche, the whole boarding school plot, I have an ultra exciting storyline planned so please stick with me , thanks ~

Dad finally snapped. After crashing my car in the middle of Seaview's busiest highway, dad finally couldn't take it anymore; he couldn't take my behaviour, my friends, and my reckless driving, worst of all he couldn't take me. Where was his 'perfect' daughter?

I knew he was humiliated by me. That's why he decided to ship me far away into a prestigious boarding school in the middle of no-where.

I stared glumly at the pouring rain outside my window as we passed countless kilometres of far stretching country, each plain landscape reminding me of how isolated I was. Dad didn't even bother to drop me off, instead he hired a driver. That's the dad I have, always looking for excuses not to see me, maybe boarding school in the middle of no-where was part of his plan.

It was senior year, I was popular, I had amazing friends, I had a Ferrari, and I had every girl's dream house and closet. Best of all, I had fun. Now, I'm throwing 5 years of efforts all away for boarding school. Crushwood Secondary College.

I wondered if the people were as monotonous as the landscape around me, I thought about all the fun I could've had if I didn't crash into that stupid truck. Headphones in, and head turned out, I fell asleep.

"Miss Pierce, we're here at your new school!" My driver opened the door of the car, letting a whoosh of icy air hit me in my 'new uniform', which consisted of a hideously stark navy blue and white.

A glum looking lady lingered outside, her hand stretched out for a shake; I reluctantly took her hand as she eyed my new and improved uniform. Okay, so it had been only vaguely rearranged, the skirt a bit higher, the shirt tucked out, the top two buttons undone.

"My name's Sally Pierce" I especially emphasised my last name, and just as I did glum looking lady's features twisted into what can be defined as a smile...

"Of course, Miss Pierce, your father's quite the charm, see when he rang me the other day and begged me for a spot for you in our very prestigious school, he told me you had a couple of. ...Problems at your previous schools. It did take quite a bit of persuasion, but I'm glad to welcome you to Crushwood Secondary College. I'm Mrs Deeth your headmistress, now you better be off, it's a big day tomorrow! Classes start at 8, here's your key and schedule, and you're assigned to room 89 in F block!"

She said this all in a matter of seconds, before rambling off into the distance, heels clinking on the concrete, leaving me and all my suitcases in the rain, I stalked off to room 89, painfully aware that my makeup was a shitload of a mess, and my hair was dripping down to my uniform, making it extremely see through.Excellent first impressions.

Glancing down at a tremendously confusing map I made my way down to the room 89 with 4 suitcases of clothes and other necessities and hoped my roommate didn't mind me dripping wet.

I marched through a decade of identical doors, the only difference being the door numbers... 79 ,81, 83, 85, 87, .. then finally my room for the rest of this year. The dreaded room 89.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Image on the right of Sally Pierce. If anyone is interested in making me a trailer please comment :)