Angelica's Game | ongoing.

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Angelica wished, with every bone in her body, that she was still asleep in her loft in Paris.

Regardless to her visualizing the warm glow of the morning sun and crisp air, almost feeling it, she was not in her loft in Paris. In fact, she was awoken to the long forgotten sounds and touches of the city: cold air whamming against her bay window, exasperated drivers beeping in the morning traffic, and the frigid temperature that bit at her skin mercilessly as she threw her blanket off her body.

Shivering, she knew it was cold back in France, but not this cold. A part of her wondered how she used to survive in this climate back when she was young, grade seven. Moving to France has been the best choice of her life, hitching a ride first class with her aunt.

God, she missed her Aunt Renee and Uncle Timothée. Pushing the gaping hole in her chest, she watched silently from her window: the cars, the birds, and the rain that poured and poured. In a way the weather had mirrored her own mood that particular day, which made a small smile of amusement grace her lips.

Releasing a sigh, Angelica gathered all her will power to get out of bed and begin her day of packing and mentally preparing herself for malevolent forces. These "malevolent forces" implied Templeton Elite Boarding.

Hence the Elite chunk, it was structured off of rich kid's parents donations, allowing the boarding school to grow wide and wealthy. Your child could be dumb as rocks and still get accepted as long as a large check was involved and a few eloquently spoken words.

In other words, majority of the school.

The days spent back in New York had gone by painfully slow, not only from jet lag, but homesickness leering over her alike of a shadow. Every time she looked at the high-rises she forced herself not to think about the loft back in Paris, holding back all the foreign emotions behind a tight smile — something she's grown rather good at, lately.

Her father was also now apart of her life, which made Angelica squeamish with discomfort. Not only was her father now breathing down her neck, but she also had her four step siblings added to the messy equation, a different child for each past wife.

The five, in total, did not have much love for each other. Their conversations were far from civil; bordering a massacre was more like it. From the way they spat french insults at each other and glared constant daggers it was a surprise a murder hadn't struck.

Despite their civil war occurring within the mix and matched family, to the public eye they were all sound and perfect, of course. There's really no shocker there, Louise Jadis sweeping their family feuds beneath the carpet.

Typically, really. There was no room for flaws in their business, they weren't one of the top family's in both Europe, Asia, and North America for nothing — the economy could downfall and their family would hardly notice from the rapid money intake each day. 

Louise Jadis wasn't just smart, he was brilliant, much to Angelica's disgust.

To make matters worse, Louise insisted she return back to Templeton Elite. If he hadn't influenced Angelica into hating him before, he sure did then. Coming to New York, on her Aunt's behalf of wanting the girl to connect with her family again, Angelica had expected a quiet private school compared to her previous flashy life at Templeton Elite.

It wasn't a secret she was apart of the swim team in grade seven, in fact, one of the best. That title had earned her more than enough fame that her family name (unfortunately) already provided, which just proceeded to stack up in her (not really) favour.