Defiant

Chapter 1 : The home for conceited little rich kids

FOR SOME ILL REASON I was accepted to this posh, snobby boarding school. Even after submitting my less than acceptable, horribly written, essay they find some motive to put me here. Maybe mom paid them.

Obviously she did, she's the reason for my rotting in this home for conceited little rich kids.

I make my way through the front lawn, where dozens of teens sit on blankets according to clique. All of them wear navy blue blazers, checkered plaid skirts, for boys beige khakis and matching ties. I completely look out of place with my plain shirt, jeans and huge suitcase I have to lug around. Not too many people seem to pay any attention to me, I guess they're all too busy talking about the latest gossip, this and that.

I stop at the entrance of the biggest building in the middle. It looks like something out of ancient Rome.

Even the inside architecture screams Old. There's a mural on the ceiling and a marble floor. Carved pillars line the interior.

Who knew you could find these things in Clinton, Massachusetts ?

My sneakers squeak as I walk across the hall, at the end of the stretch is a wood desk and behind it sits a plump lady, probably mid thirties in a bright peach and yellow dress. Her name tag reads 'Ms. Lynch'. She puts down the answering phone as I near the desk.

"Why are you new, dear?" she asks sweetly

"Errr, yes." I say

"Well, why don't you tell me your name? I'll give you your class schedule."

"Skyler Coniell."

I instantly see her expression go cold, all the color drains from her face and her eyes narrow.

"Please sit." her tone changes, it's stern and commanding. No longer sweet and kind. She points to a chair nearby.

"I thought you were going to give me my class schedule?"

"Please, sit and wait" she repeats as she dials a number on the phone. I do what she asks and wait.

A few minutes later a student comes in, he looks about my age, with slightly messy light brown hair, hazel eyes with a mischievous glint to them, and I hate to admit it but he was kinda... erm ..attractive. He stops in front of Ms. Lynch's desk and she whispers something in his ear. His face holds an expression of disbelief, and confusion. He shakes his head then his gaze lands on me. My heart rate picks up, why the heck is he staring? Is there something wrong with me? Did someone write on my face with a sharpie again? (don't ask about the first time) Oh great, a few minutes in and I will forever be immortalized as 'the girl with a huge sharpie mark' Down goes my reputation and another incident recorded in the epic book of fail.

While I continue to wrestle with my conscience I fail to notice that he's walking towards me, along with Ms. Lynch. I only realize this fact when he's directly north of my face, he's staring down at me like I'm a bug. A puny, helpless bug.

He's challenging you, don't show sensitivity, show him you are superior, show him that he is wrong!!!

"So you're Skyler?" he asks.

"Uhhh"

What was that? Did I just actually just say that!?!

So much for showing him you're superior

I mentally face palm myself, I can be such a dork sometimes. He seems to be thinking this as well. He rolls his eyes and smirks.

"Are you sure this is her, Doris?"

Doris?

"She looks like another brat with loaded parents?"

Did he just call me a brat? He did not just call me a brat, right?