Prologue

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I would like to tell you that it’s possible for a queen to rule a land without any anarchy or complications, but sadly this is not true. One person can’t please everyone, so why even try? Remington’s Preparatory School for Girls and Remington’s Preparatory School for Boys is a joint school located in the inner sanctum that is California. Preparatory school is where all of the Legacies enjoy the benefits that normal high schools don’t offer. The Queen in question: Brett Brendall. With chocolate brown wavy hair and matching eyes, she’s ruled the school with her band of loyal Barbies since freshman year. People do what she wants with a snap of her fingers. There is a reason they called her Queen B. She is a legacy. And with admires and followers came haters. And how do you know who’s your real friend and who’s just as fake as the Barbies they pretend to be? I know everything about everyone, but you will know nothing about me. Just call me Hawk.

Kyndall sighed as she looked out the window of the airplane. She was ready for this. She practically begged her father to move to California. She thought America would be a great place to start over. Her father reluctantly agreed. He knew nothing of what motivated her to want to move; only that she was miserable in England after Carter left. He co-signed a business in California when his daughter came home crying again. He never asked and she never told, but he knew it ruined her. Every day, she wasn’t herself. She was moodier, quieter, and she rarely smiled anymore. Kyndall leaned over her seat and tapped her father.

“Thank you… for letting me leave; for moving us to California,” she smiled softly. He smiled at seeing his daughter smile; even if it was a little one.

“You’re welcome sweetheart, but I’ve decided not to put you in a public school again. I thought you should go to a private school like Kaitlyn. You’re going to Remington Prep for girls,” he explained. She quickly nodded.

“That’s perfectly fine with me,” she smiled. “Thank you Daddy.” She said again, her accent curling around her words intriguingly. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. Crossing her fingers, she hoped this year would be better for her. 

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