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"Maybe I was wrong about you."
"Oh yeah? And how's that?"
"You aren't horrible. I mean, you are nowhere near good, but you aren't horrible either."
"So like a happy medium?"
"Exactly."
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Allison Grayson, sister of the f...
"That is a no. I am not going to some big school for rich people, Bruce." I glare at Bruce from across the table. I notice Dick shift uncomfortably from in the middle of us.
"I think you are forgetting who is in charge here. There is less than a month left now anyway, so you won't be in school for that long." Bruce tries to reason with me, but his glare tells me he will get what he wants no matter what.
"What are you going to do? Threaten me? Your cards are getting low, and there are few that you can actually use against me." I harden my glare, just as he does his own. His glare looks deadly and intimidating. But that just makes me more determined not to back down.
"Actually, Allison, you are already enrolled. You start today. But there is good news! You are in all my classes! There is a uniform on your bed that you need to wear. It would mean a lot to me if you hurried up that was I can introduce you to all my friends!" Dick interrupted the little glare contest and made me switch my glare to him. He started nervously rambling and trying to get me to cave in.
"Please? I want my friends to know about my sister before this weekend when they all will find out." Dick looks down and finally says.
I stand up and walk to the door, getting ready to head upstairs. "Don't expect me to be nice to your friends if they aren't nice to me," I say to Dick over my shoulder and head upstairs. I hear some clapping behind me but choose to ignore it and continue my journey.
I open the door to my room and see an outfit layed out on my bed.
Oh hell no!
No way!
I walk over to the outfit on the bed and nearly puke. Do they actually expect us to wear this? To a school in front of everyone?
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Rich people have to wear something so... formal? Everyday?
Gross.
I pick it up anyway and rush to get it on. I put up my hair in a ponytail and look in the mirror.
I look like a rich girl.
I am actually disgusted with myself.
"Let's go!" I throw open my door and run downstairs when I hear Dick yell up the stairs. I see him in an almost identical copy of what I am wearing, except his is more masculine, and he has on pants and dress shoes, instead of a skirt and flats.
"Where to?" I question him, wondering how we will get there.
"Alfred started the limo, we are going that way," Dick tells me and is about to grab my hand when I pull it back.
