Chapter 2

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I turned oh so slowly around in my chair begging on my mums ands pops grave not to be the

person I think it is. And of course I was wrong, as usual. It was Cyleste Caprino, the rudest,

nastiest, and meanest person you have ever met in your life. But it doesn't change the fact that she

was beautiful. She had long blond hair that was thick as a trees trunk. Her finger nails were

perfected with an everyday manicure. Her eyes had every guy, including the men teachers wanting

her. Her eyes were a mixture of greenish blueish agains her pale skin. She was long and willowy

and had a graceful walking posture, and on top of that she was rich and a cheerleader for our

boarding school. Her groupies as usual are hanging around her doing whatever she does. If she

stands, the whole group stands, and if she moves, the whole group moves. Her groupies which

consisted of three other girls were; Ashlyn Price, Gwendolyn Green, and Kendall Jean. They are

all alike, they are rich, snotty, and full of them selves.

"What? You no comprende English?" She taunted. She and her groupies laughed.

"Maybe she has a wedgie again!" Said Gwendolyn. I turned bright red and that made them laugh even louder."

About three months earlier when I first arrived, they played a prank on me called the "The First

Timer." I thought it was a good thing but boy was I wrong. Cyleste and I was walking toward the

the Mess Hall and Instead of taking a right to the Mess Hall she took a left which led to the boys

sleeping quarters. Every single nerve in my body was screaming and asking me questions that I

don't know the answer to.

"Uhm, Cyleste how come we are going in here?" I asked calmly as possible, as if that was possible. "Ohh sorry but I forgot to mention that I have a little something to do here." She smiled that one

million dollar smile that has ever girl in this school wondering what type of toothpaste she uses.

We reached the door of one of the little compartments in no time. The room number was 190, and

On that door was lots of artwork of various singers. We walked in but I was not expecting what I

saw. My mouth just seemed to dislocate from my body entirely.

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