Mending Serendipity

Chapter Two

I had a rude awakening. To what? A dumb little kid screaming his or her head off.

"Ugh," I struggled to get my eyes open. Where am I? Oh right, flying all the way to Wisconsin to start all over.

"Hello passengers! We would be landing shortly in Dane Country Regional Airport. Please fasten your seatbelts..." she basically droned on and on about the basic flight safety that no one wanted or needed to know.

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A boring fifteen minutes later, the plane was on the ground and the whole deck was in utter chaos. People were clawing their way to the exits and children were screaming.

I ducked out of the way as a sock monkey came flying towards me. I glanced at the piece of paper crumpled in my left hand.

Madison High Private School, 258 Baker Street

I was continuing the rest of my junior and senior years here and I sincerely hoped for a decent room mate. One that wasn't a crazy, preppy cheerleader lacking a few brain cells or one that wasn't a creepy loner who spent her time collecting left over hair in the showers after dark.

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I strolled out into the pickup area and managed to flag down a cab. Living in New York does have it's benefits immediately. I told the cab driver the address and stoned out of the window blankly, watching lamp post after lamp post zoom by me in the darkness.

"Hello? You're here... Madison High right?" the gruff voice of the driver snapped me back into reality.

I seriously admired my wonderful talent of zoning out anywhere, anytime in any situation.

"Uh... yes, thank you!" I reached for the door but it wouldn't budge. "Oh... right I'm sorry," I fumbled for my wallet, producing a crumpled twenty to the glaring cabby. Face flushed in embarrassment, I hauled my luggage out and started for the campus.

Madison High was a prestigious school for very wealthy people so as expected, this school was loaded with stuck up bad boys and girls that fell of the b*itch meter.

I stumbled into an office and immediately saw this old lady typing away at the computer with a sign that said 'Registrations here' above her head.

Approaching her nervously, I cleared my throat. "...What." she glanced up at me sluggishly for five seconds before turning back to the computer. One word; rude.

"Hi, I'm Blair Jamie Fayes and I'm new here..." I trailed off as she stood and reached over for a thick black file.

"Ah, Ms. Fayes..." she continued studying my profile and I saw her eyes light up when she read the part that explained that I was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Fayes, easily one of the richest people in America.

"Welcome to Madison High, Ms. Fayes!" she exclaimed in a happier tone.

Well someone sure enjoyed butt kissing as a past time. I faked a smile as she handed me my keys and schedule and a stack of textbooks.

"That's dorm 45 for you, just head to the building to your left, that's the girl's block and your room mate should be expecting you," the lady- whose nametag read 'Ms. Greywood'- beamed at me.

The girl's block was nicely decorated, looking more like a hotel rather than a boarding school. Carpetted floors and paintings hanging from the wall made it seem very posh.

Dorm 43... Dorm 45. I paused infront of my room, kind of nervous but at the same time strangely excited. I was probably standing outside the room for five consecutive minutes before the door was thrown open, revealing a beautiful blonde girl with crystal clear eyes- a huge contrast to my own dull bluish grey ones- wearing a pink piece of sleepwear.

"Gosh! Were you just going to stand there all day?" she rolled her eyes, amusement clear in her features and pulled me into the room.

The room was more of a suite to be frank. The walls were a refreshing peach colour and the polished wood flooring screamed 'slide on me with your socks on!'. There were two beds, one was made while the other was messy- presumably my room mate's- and there were two desks at the end of the room.

"My name's Candace Jamison and we're gonna be awesome room mates!" she squealed loudly and a little too enthusiastically.

"I'm Blair Fayes," I gave her a small smile and held out my hand.

She grinned back at me and swatted my hand aside before pulling me into a massive bonecrushing hug.

"Ahhh! I've always wanted a roomie!" she released me and kept smiling at me. I couldn't refrain myself from smiling at her bubbly personality. She was just like a small five year old.

"Well I'm going back to sleep now! Feel free to use my shampoo or whatever! The bathroom's that way by the wayzies," she pointed to a door that I had missed completely. "Are you sure this is a not a hotel?"

I raised an eyebrow as I got out some comfy sleep pants and a white shirt. Candace giggled, skipping back to her bed, "Well in case you missed it, Madison High is a really- and I mean reaaalllly rich school. Rumour has it that we have better services here than in most hotels."

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After washing up and all that, I walked out of the bathroom to see Candace fast asleep on her bed with a matching bright pink eye cover. I took a good three minutes to scope out the light switch and then figure out how to turn it off before starting towards my bed, tripping over my suit case and falling flat on my face.

"Ouch..."

I sat up, grateful that Candace was still asleep. I quickly scrambled to my feet and crawled back into my bed. The minute my head had touched the soft pillows and the sheets were covering me, I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

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