❝She's one of those girls you just can't walk away from. One of those girls you will never forget, no matter how hard you might try.❞
BOOK ONE OF THE SCARLETT CHRONICLES |
After being kidnapped as a young child, seventeen year old Scarlett Grey is...
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MY NEXT THREE classes flew by. I learned next to nothing, as it was all introductions to the class and what we'd cover over the semester.
I followed a routine when I arrived at each class; I'd walk into the room, introduce myself to the professor and seclude myself in the back corner of the classroom. I went by mostly unnoticed for three hours.
When the bell rang to signal break, I walked quickly to the courtyard where I'd promised to meet Amelia and Meghan. I found them sitting on a bench by one of the immaculate gardens and plopped down on the end of the bench in a huff.
"I'm almost certain I will never use Latin in my entire life. Why the hell do I have to sit through an entire hour of it every freaking day," I complained, and blew a lock of hair off my face.
Aimee laughed. "At least you don't have Ancient Languages. That's a pointless class, unless you want to be an archeologist or something."
"So, about this party. What is it?" I asked.
"It's a Summer Grove tradition. Every year on the first day, a Sixth Form student throws a big party for all the other Sixth Forms. If you aren't one of us, you get kicked out. It's nothing crazy," she shrugged. "Just don't touch the punch bowl or the brownies."
That seemed self-explanatory, so I didn't question her.
"Who's throwing it?"
Meghan craned her neck, searching the students in the courtyard. After a moment she pointed. "He is. That's Mason Phillips. He's a linebacker on the football team. He's a decent guy, throws a good party."
I nodded and followed her direction to a tall boy, with curly dark hair and a muscular body. He was throwing a football around with another boy, who was also tall and athletic looking, with messy blonde hair.
"Who's the other guy?" I asked, pointing at the blonde one.
"Boyfriend again," Meghan corrected. "They got back together last week."
Aimee rolled her eyes. "They never stay together long, but they don't break up for long either. It's rather tiresome if you ask me. I'm surprised they don't give themselves whiplash."
