First chapters, my little sociopaths! I know that this chapter is extremely late and all, but there ended up being more changes than I expected. But I did my best, so I hope you like it! And now, the chapter!
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"Congratulations, class of 2014!"
Cheers suddenly rung through the air, the voices of my fellow graduates filled with excitement. Finally, after four years of endless studying, heavy textbooks, mornings filled with caffeine, and absolute Hell on Earth, we were done! We had survived the absolute worst of the worst - high school.
My grin was wide as we walked out of the auditorium. My blue eyes scanned the crowd, stopping once they reached the familiar faces of my beaming family. My lips pulled back into a happy grin, my hands waving wildly in their general direction. All of them waved back with just as much enthusiasm, my older sister even blowing a kiss my way.
I looked away after a few seconds, once again scanning the crowd. He has to be here, please tell me that he's here, I thought, my hopes slowly but surely withering by the second. I stopped walking as my eyes landed on him, the person behind me nearly bumping into me. "Sorry," I mumbled, starting to walk once more, glancing back at the boy; the one and only Harry Osborn.
Harry was possibly one of the only reasons that I survived Westfield Prep. Unlike most of the students, the only way I could even think about attending was with a scholarship, one that I had been working on since I started fourth grade (and apparently, that made about 99% of them better than me.) The boy, as much as he liked to run it in my face, was the only person who really bothered with me while I was here. He sent me a smug smirk, and though I rolled my eyes, I couldn't help the fond smile that crept onto my lips.
Harry and I first met back in the ninth grade, when I began to attend Westfield. It was my first year ever at a boarding school, and I was absolutely terrified. Well, that's saying the least. Of course, it had been my choice to attend in the first place, but I was never really good in situations like this.
"Eve," the fourteen-year-old me said shakily, shaking my head and looking at my older sister. "I can't do this, I want to go home. Please, can we go home?"
Eve sighed, and I could practically feel her roll her eyes at me. There was no doubting that I had annoyed her, and it was obvious why. "You've said that a billion times, and you always change your mind. Don't worry so much, Nik. You'll get lines on your face. And we wouldn't want to ruin that face anymore, now would we?" She glanced at me, sending a quick wink before looking ahead once more. "Trust me, everything is going to be fine."
In any other situation, her teasing would calm me, but not today. Instead, I pouted, crossing my arms with my shoulders slumped. "How would you know? You've never been to Westfield Prep. You don't know what it's like.
"Neither do you," she shot back quickly, which effectively shut me up. When she realized this, she sighed, pulling over to the side of the freeway and looking over at me.
At first glance, you wouldn't be able to tell that we were sisters. We looked similar enough, with our blonde hair and blue eyes, along with our milky skin and straight smile. But that was about where our similarities end, really. She was gorgeous. I was...well, I was me.
"Nicola May Casey," she began, "don't you dare turn back on this now. You have wanted to go to this school for five years now, and I'll be damned if I let you change your mind now."
Silence fell over us like a thick fog. My eyes were trained on my painted nails, as if they were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. What was I supposed to say to that? She had a really good point. I'd been dying to get into the school since fourth grade. And if it wasn't for the price, I would have started attending already. I had worked my ass off for this scholarship, I couldn't turn back now. I knew I'd end up regretting it more than anything.
