[CHAPTER ONE] REVENGE IS SWEETER THAN YOU.

REVENGE IS SWEETER THAN YOU.

CHAPTER ONE - HELL TO THE NO!

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"Honey..." My mom started. "We're sending you to St. Lucas."

I wiped my head around so I could look at her, my blond curls bouncing in the process. "You're fucking kidding me." I said, a look of disgust on my face. St. Lucas was an all boy's boarding school just outside of Boston, Massachusetts that my parents had sent my older brother, Joe, to when he was thirteen, and I was only ten. He had spent every single break, excluding summer, there, and I barely saw him for five years. Like I said, he came home to Florida over summer, but he was never home. He was always out with his friends, and of course I didn't go with them. You really think he wanted his little sister, who was three years his junior, following behind him and his friends? And then, as I got older, it wasn't just about me being his younger sister, it was about me being his hot younger sister. His friends were constantly drooling over me when I was around them, and personally, I didn't see why. I am about 5'11" and pretty skinny, with blond bouncy curls, and bright blue eyes. I look just like any other person around Florida. Except I'm not a bottle blond, and my blue eyes are natural, not created by color contacts some freaks wear.

"DAKOTA SOPHIA SUMMERS! Do NOT use that type of language around me." She said, her eyes showing the same type of fury her tightly pressed lips showed. My mother, she was your typical over-protective, but stereotypical, bitch mom. She kept her graying hair dyed blond, and she did everything in her power to keep herself looking thirty, when in truth, she was soon turning fifty-five.

I rolled my blue eyes at her, and sighed. "Whatever. Just tell me this, why the HELL are you sending me there?" I said, pointing to the personalized commercial plane the school used to pick up their out-of-state boarders.

My mom sighed, knowing that the more she tried to convince me NOT to curse, the more I was going to. "Because we are out of options. We've tried public school, we tried private school.. We even tried an all girls boarding school. But anywhere we send you, you get kicked out. AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY, DAKOTA! You're report cards always show straight A's, and you have not ONCE gotten any kind of a discipline referral put on your permanent record. Tell me, please just tell me, why are you doing this?" She pleaded with me. I felt my face fall, and tears build up. I didn't know that this was hurting her like this.. But the anger over-came my sympathy.

"I'm doing this because everywhere you send me I either get bullied by the other girls, or I just can't stand the school. But really mom, ST. FUCKING LUCAS?!" I yelled, before it hit me. St. fucking Lucas.. An all boys boarding school... And I would be the only chick. I had been looking at this the wrong way the whole time. I had been looking at the school as the place that took my brother from me, the place that had distanced us, instead of the place where I could finally have some fun. A small smirk flashed across my face for a brief second.

"You know what mom? Never mind. I get it, you're right... Now, I should probably get going now, before my plane takes off without me.. right?" I said, reaching for one of my many large zebra print suitcases. I took one in one hand, and another in the other, and started walking towards where they would be putting my luggage. My mother followed behind with two more suitcases, and two flight attendants ran over to grab the last four. I also had my matching travel bag slung over my shoulder. When all the luggage was taken care over, I turned to my mother, a sad smile forming on my face. I really was going to miss her. I felt tears forming in my eyes, and I just couldn't help myself. I flung my arms around my moms neck, and hugged her tight, my tears running down my cheeks. We didn't always get along, but I really was going to miss my mom.

I eventually pulled away from her, and wiped my mascara stained cheeks, laughing slightly in the process. "I must look like a mess.." I said to my mom, who only reached up to help wipe away the tears. "You are a beautiful mess." She said, tears staining her own cheeks. "Now, let me help you fix up your make-up." She said, pulling out a pack of tissues from her purse so she could get rid of the mascara smears. Once they were gone, I quickly touched up my mascara and eye-shadow, and smiled at her once again. "I'm going to miss you mom.." I said. "I'll miss you too honey.." She said, smiling. "Now, go, before you miss your flight." She shooed me along, smiling the whole while.

I found it kind of funny how we went from arguing to crying so quickly, but hey, that's just how we were. I took in a deep breath as I made my way onto the plane, thinking about what I was about to do, where I was about to go. And when I finally stepped into the plane, in my Hollister sweatpants and tank top, about two dozen different sets of eyes looked at me, every single one belonging to a guy. That's when the whispering started. Oh boy, this was going to be interesting...

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A/N: Ohkay, so sorry that its short and all, but hey, I did the best I could considering there is like, no action right now. So, in case you were wondering, this is what Dakota looks like... hehe

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