Original B.A

Slutty Uniforms and James Hopkins

Chapter 4

Weeks have gone by, renovations to the basement have finished as well as the mountains of homework Ashley has done in order to be ahead in all her classes. The townsfolk now know who the Smith's are, and know how much money they make. As a result, the Harringtons made themselves guests to Ashley's home, especially Derby and his cousin slash future wife Pinky. The duo have established that when school starts Ashley is part of the preppies cliche, whatever that meant. They explained to Ashley about the hierarchy at Bullworth, how the Preps are the best cliche and basically rule the school. The other four cliche weren't worth mentioning, only to beware of the Greasers, especially their leader Johnny Vincent.

Speaking of school, it starts in two days. Right after getting over the idea of being alone, with the exception of her interpreter Charles Williamson, she apologized to her father and uncle about her behavior. Her father accepted with no hesitation, her uncle on the other hand didn't accepted it because he said there was nothing to apologize for. The grown men (mainly Uncle Matthew) gifted Ashley a spa day, complete with a manicure and pedicure. They (mainly Uncle Matthew) felt awful for leaving their little girl alone, Andrew leaving this Friday and Matthew leaving the next day.

The day before, Ashley's father had Dr. Crabblesnitch give a tour of the campus, explaining the history of Bullworth Academy and multiple extracurricular activities. It's obvious that the man prides himself of this establishment, but something in the back of Ashley's mind cautious her that there is more to Bullworth Academy than meets the eye.

She'll need to watch herself.

"Ashley Sierra Smith! Get your butt down here this instant! You're going to be late for your appointment." Uncle Matthew yells from the other side of the door. Quickly gathering her wallet and phone, Ashley heads out, looking forward for the day.

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Returning home from the spa, Ashley gazes lovingly at her nails. The nude pink fingernails give a sophisticated appearance while the black toenails give her an edgy look she always loves. Her face feels beyond clean after a few facial treatments, putting a spring in her step. A rumbling noise notifies her that it's nearing dinner time. Dinner.

Shit.

Friday nights are her nights to cook. She pulls out her phone to check the time. 6:15 P.M.

'I have 15 minutes to make dinner!' She panics, multiple fast and easy recipes races through her head. 'What can I make in such short notice!'

"Ashley." A deep tired voice calls out to her.

Ashley hastily turns around, not realizing that her father was standing behind her.

Good evening father. I apologize for not getting home sooner, dinner will be-

He silence her. "Don't worry about it. Your uncle took it upon himself to make tonight's dinner knowing you'll be late. I, however, still expect you to be downstairs before 6:30."

Yes sir.

"Good now go." Andrew ushers off his daughter.

Both generations of Smith were born into a wealthy life with a golden spoon in their mouths. Andrew's great-great-grandfather was a penniless man from Great Britain, his family were poor milk farmers. He came to America like any other immigrant for a better life. And that he did achieve. Became merchant and soon expanded out into many branches and married into a rich family. His sons and daughters followed his footsteps, working in the family business then years later came Andrew then his daughter Ashley.

One of the main values the Smith's have passed down from generations is to never forget where you came from. Thus the parents' of Ashley forced her work small jobs from retail to offices, from young, Ashley's parents have taught her to cook, clean, sew, garden, and fix cars. Hard work and determination is what has kept their family big and strong.