The Millionth Mile

Chapter One | New York City, NY

Warning: This story is obvi rated PG-13 for language (this is a biggie) and for future minor sexual situations. Also, for being a tad bit tastefully offensive. So, for reals, if you don't like swearing and post-pubescent events/activities, or if you're a weenie--don't read.

Chapter One | New York City, NY

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Graduation caps thrown everywhere. Confetti all over the floor. Multicolored streamers hanging on the backs of chairs. A sea of gold and green robed students running toward their families.

My fingers tightly grasped the leather of my diploma case and traced the golden engravement of our school's crest on the case's face.

I finally graduated.

It had all gone by so fast.

And thank the Lord I'm finally done with that shit.

If I could tell you one thing about my past four years here at the Immaculate Heart Academy for Pretentious Pricks and Plastic Bitches, I would tell you that it was just plain and utter bullshit.

One more year of it, and I would've seriously gone rampant and killed myself.

"Great job on your speech, Reese!" One of my fellow ex-classmates said to me as I languidly walked past her overly zealous family. Their eerily similar platinum blonde heads were bobbing up and down in joy and excitement and the usual coos of 'I'm so proud of you' or 'Congratulations, Sweetie' emerged from their bleach white-toothed mouths.

"Thanks, Jennifer." I turn my head her way to shoot her an appreciative grin for a second before turning back forward and briskly marching my way towards the exit.

Once I knew that I was out of her range, I rolled my light brown eyes.

Fake bitch. I inwardly scowled.

I knew for a fact that she hated my guts because I swooped in and took her spot as valedictorian within the last second, moving her down to salutatorian. Throughout the entire commencement ceremony, I was able to feel her eyes glare daggers at the side of my face--especially when I went up on stage to address my valedictorian speech. If looks could kill, I would've had my neck wrung up on the American flag situated next to the podium.

Opening the heavy entrance doors of the auditorium, I found outside to be less crowded than I had originally anticipated. I let out a sigh of relief and welcomed the sun's rays onto my skin and the warmth of the breeze to wrap around my body.

The weather was grossly cheery today with the sun shining bright on us here, in Upper Manhattan. The sky was too blue and there were hardly any clouds in the sky.

Shit. I forgot to text Claude to come get me. I suddenly realized as I pulled my phone from my bra and started texting away for my chauffeur, Claude, to pick me up.

"Hi Claude. It lasted longer than expected. Pick me up now, pls." I typed.

I pressed 'send' once I tapped in the last letter and ran a hand through my perfectly straightened hair (courtesy of Francois, only the best hair stylist ever), lodging my phone back in my bra.

It's not really my ideal place to be putting my phone in, but, purses and other forms of carry ons weren't allowed to be brought into the ceremony by students. I basically screwed myself over by wearing a non pocketed dress.

"Hey, Reese!" An all too familiar, squeaky voice called out from behind me. Rolling my eyes, again, I let out a quiet, exasperated sigh and blew a loose strand of hair off my face.

"Holy balls. Give me a break." I muttered to myself before turning around to face the two people I've been hoping to avoid since the moment I received my diploma.