Prologue

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The sun was gently shining through the breeze of the summer’s afternoon. Amelia and Felicia stood on the grass outside of the picturesque garden of their now old boarding school.

“Can you believe it, Amelia? We’re finally finished, finally rid of this hell hole! We’re free for life!” Felicia screeched, as she jumped up and down. Her dirty-blonde fishtail plait bopping along with her.

Amelia pushed her glasses slightly upwards on her nose, then pushed a hand through her messy mass of perfectly caramelised waves of hair.

“I wouldn’t exactly call our twenty five grand a year school that our fathers paid for a hell hole…” Amelia sighed.

“They could have at least sent us somewhere nice like Paris. Je veux être avec toi. Anyway, I don’t care! Let’s get drunk!” Felicia pouted, as she rolled her skirt up once more, barely covering her bare ass. Felicia had never been too fond of undergarments.

Amelia looked around worriedly, staring at the other students already making plans for the night. Amelia hadn’t drank alcohol since the time she face planted in front of the most gorgeous boy in school, which to no surprise – Felicia later had her way with him.

“Is that all you can say in French? How will you ever be able to travel abroad and meet gorgeous boys?” Amelia pondered.

“Forget French boys, I have my eye on something else!” Felicia flashed a smile, showing her perfect dazzling teeth.

Felicia reached into her bag thrown limply on the green grass and produced a perfectly immaculate magazine sporadic with bright colours. She held it with both hands and began dabbing her manicured nail towards the five membered boy band that lay on the cover.

“Are you seriously fan-girling over One Direction? Dream on…” Amelia laughed. Amelia began patting down her school uniform with great care, avoiding gaze with Felicia.

“Oh shut up, I know exactly where to find them and how I’m going to grab their attention. Daddy has his links.” Nattered Felicia, uncaring for how much of a downer Amelia was.  “Oh, one more thing, I want the curly one.” 

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