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C H A P T E R   O N E.
→ GLOSSY LIPS ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN BOOKS, SIR. ←
"MY ABILITY TO ALLURE YOUR GLOSSY EYES TO TRAVEL MY BODY FUELS ME, LITTLE BOY."

THE HALLS WERE rather peaceful or noiseless, being as though every student was in their desired classes, being taught a numerous amount of things no one really cared about. except for audio, though— as far as not being in class as she should be. all most every bradford academic high school student found the lessons being taught to them were very, very useless to their everyday lives. some even took it upon themselves to realize that they would never actually need nor use this stuff in their lives... ever. it was just society's trick to keep kids off the streets until they were old enough to actually occupy themselves, some thought.

beverly, however, thought the complete opposite of what most teenagers her age would describe school as. she loved it. she loved every single aspect of the concept and thought of it as being very adroit. she took school very seriously, because she knew it would all describe and sculpt her future. and, also because her parents would practically kill her and have no other choice but to feel let down by their beloved daughter, beverly. she was perfect in their eyes. they thought very hubristic of their daughter and they practically had every right to. she brought home only the best of the best grades, she dreaded getting anything lower than a ninety-seven percent, fearing that her parents would mistake the quiet girl as fecklessly weak and irresponsible. she never even dreamt of misbehaving. she would never disrespect her parents, not that they were strict or anything. she just loved to please them with her outstanding work as a daughter and student. so, because of sagacious behavior and devotion, she earned a great amount of trust from both of her parents.

beverly sat in her history class, taking an earful of what the old, gray haired man was preaching. she had been the only one whom seemed to have given the teacher her undivided attention. she sat up in her chair properly making sure not to slouch. she figured that it would show as sign of boredom to the teacher and she didn't want that— unlike evie. on the other hand, evie sat in the chair in front of beverly completely bored and uninterested out of her mind. she rested back in her chair as her hands sat on the cold, stone desk. she held up both of her perfectly manicured, french tip fingernails up to her face as she studied them. time for a color change, she thought to herself, grinning silently to herself at the thought of being pampered in her favorite nail salon. her thoughts were briefly taken away by the sound of her teachers voice. gosh, he's so loud. she thought she she rolled her eyes to herself.

"for the first ten minutes of class, i would like you all to grab your geography textbooks and start reading through with section two." the history teacher, mr. urkle asked of them.

a fair amount of huffs and puffs where echoed through the classroom at mr. urkles request. evie rolled her eyes as she pulled out her textbook from the pocket of her desk. beverly on the other hand, quickly snapped her head to the clock that sat above the door used to enter the room. the clock read 7:50 a.m. and beverly quietly sighed to herself. she's fifteen minutes late, she thought, mr. urkle is surly going to kill her.