Oh, Janie.

Chapter 1

May I ask, who the hell thought it'd be a good idea to room me with Rhiannon Smith this year? Because I can assure you, only one will resurface from the room at the end of this year and I can sure as hell promise you that I'll do my best to make sure it's me that survives. But actually, did someone have a malfunction in their brain that just mucked everything up and made them think that Rhiannon and I are best friends? I would actually like to know. Because if that's the case I'm saving up all my tip money from my dads Diner and suing whoever made that lethal decision. Rhiannon is a ticking time bomb and I swear it! If you ever find a time where she is not talking I swear you can hear her just tick tick tick. I'm not even exaggerating she gets so infuriated at the smallest of things,  her anger is as red as her hair. She's a narcissistic little bitch, absolutely self-absorbed, and completely pathetic, and out of the millions of girls she's got on waiting lists to pick on, I've always been up the top, it's always been me. And I'm standing here staring at the dorm room lists, looking at room 43 and wondering how the fuck I'm going to get through this year sleeping in the same room as Rhiannon Smith.

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"Mom, if you call back in an hour I'm still going to be as terrified but equally pissed off" I explained exhaustingly to my mother.

She called earlier to check how things were going and I explained the whole Rhiannon situation and I'm pretty sure my mom had a minor heart attack. I think she was more frightened than I was, she was rushing around explaining how she'd sort this out or she would just cancel my enrolment and pick me up right away. But things just don't work so easily like that around here, I got a scholarship to this boarding school, and even my tips from my dads diner and some extra saved money couldn't pay for the tuition fees to a school that could teach me what I'm being taught here at Thelma State. I've always been so enthusiastic towards anything English, I adore reading novels and writing short stories and just all of it. And when Thelma State had an opening for scholarships my mom encouraged me to try get in and sure enough I did, I've been here since first semester last year and I absolutely love it. Well at least I did till this morning when I arrived for my second year.
"Oh god mom if you had of paid just a little extra funds maybe I wouldn't be sharing a room would I? Maybe you could've bribed someone a little more. God why do we have so much money if you can't even put it to good use!"
I groaned internally that voice is so easy to recognise I swear if I was in a room with 500 people and she spoke I'd know it was Rhiannon. She has such a distinct high-pitched whiny tone of voice that just drives me insane.
"Oh, now would you be the help?" She glared at me.
"Do I look like a maid?" I sighed.
"My apologies, just with a name like Janice my expectations were a maid from the 18th. Century" she smiled.
"Don't act like you don't know me" I glared.
"Janie, Janie, Janie, oh I know you, I just wish I didn't" she sighed whilst plopping her suitcases onto her bed.
"The first thing I can agree with you on" I sighed to myself.
"Okay so I will be getting bottom bunk, no questions asked, and I'll be getting the wardrobe and you can have whatever draws are in the corner over there."
Are you kidding me?
"Excuse me? The point of a 'shared' room is to share and that is where you equally divide what is given, the bunks I can live with but you are giving me two draws, and giving yourself a two door wardrobe? That's not okay with me" I screamed.
"Janie, my parents are actually paying for my education here, yours are not, I do believe that entitles me to to more, I guess, entitlements wouldn't you agree?"
"Well, if you're asking me to agree that my intelligence got me in and your wealth did, then yes I would" I grinned.
She turned around and clicked her snobby heels towards me before grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me closer to her.
"You're lucky I gave you two draws you ungrateful bitch, lesson 1, if you'd like to survive this year with me, you're going to play by my rules, understood? Because if you don't I swear I will make your year here a living hell, got it?" She said before smiling and turning away.
Five minutes in there with her was enough for me for the day.

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"I'm just waiting for the day she turns into one of those kind and caring girls that the movies make the mean girls into at the end" Aspen laughed.
"We're gonna be waiting a long time!" Grace agreed giggling.
"I just don't know what her deal is, she's been given everything in life and she walks around like it isn't enough!" I exclaimed in frustration.
I plopped down onto Aspens bed and groaned.
"No, you know what I don't get? How you two get to share a room and be gal pals and I have to share it with that" I sighed
Aspen and Grace lay down beside me on the bed and sighed with me.
"Look at this as an opportunity, you can either continuously bitch and moan about it and let it ruin your senior year, or you could be the nice girl, keep quiet and let her lose it when she realises she can't own you, this is your opportunity to shut her down, and think of it this way, if it doesn't work this year well it's not like you're both going to be publishing books together next year in New York are you?" Grace explained.
I wrapped an arm around Grace and Aspens necks and giggled,
"you're right Grace"

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Grace and Aspen are my two best friends we met during the open day of Thelma State, both Aspen and Grace were also entering on scholarships to the school and we immediately bonded over our love of tv shows, cats and food. When I think of our group I think of the movie The Duff because I'm not winning in the looks department but holy hell are Grace and Aspen. Aspen has an Italian background, her grandmother was Italian and it seems that Italians seem to be so beautiful, Aspens got that long brown perfect beach waves hair look going on that I absolutely adore about her. She's got perfect tanned skin and the body of a bikini model. Grace is African-American and has the most gorgeous body, She has mid length brown frizzy hair that just sits perfectly on her shoulders, it's so beautiful. I just kinda sit between the two with my thunder thighs and my long brown hair that's as straight as a stick of uncooked spaghetti pasta, my pale white skin that almost looks as if I put a foundation on that's three shades too light, and the acne that absorbs my face. Aspen and Grace both have boyfriends, and I'm yet to enter the seen of romance. I've tried, yet not successfully, I'm just an awkward mess that quotes sentences from books that boys haven't even heard of.

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Chapter 2 coming soon, I wanted to write more but it's like 1am and the stuff I wanted to write would take me like an hour to do so I stopped here. Thanks for reading lovelies, comment feedback & thoughts xx