[A Wattpad featured story]
Served with golden platters and silver spoons, diamonds lining their every move. Spoiled. Privileged. Undeniable. The ruling teens of Kingston Prep seem to have everything.
But that's only part of the story.
Not everythin...
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Sahar's appetite had been nonexistent since the accident, and the first day of senior year was no different. She picked at the salad on her plate, pushing the greens around before setting her fork down and glancing around the raised platform upon which her group of friends sat.
Sahar noticed the divide within the Level Ones. It had never been something she had really seen before, simply because she was always on top, but with nothing on her mind except that she needed to keep up the act, the division took shape in front of her eyes.
The Level Ones had a hierarchy of their own. At the top sat the reigning boy and girl, king and queen of Kingston Prep. Below them were the varsity dance girls and jocks, the incredibly wealthy nerds (who could only be considered if their family was nearly a household name), and the children of diplomats and fashion icons, leaders and revolutionists of the political and fashion world.
To her right sat Lola Ortega, a foreign exchange student from Spain. Heiress to Amor, a highly fashionable worldwide shop, she had quickly moved up the ranks to become leader of the Trailblazers. Her influence in the fashion industry nearly matched that of Sahar's. With her curvy frame, terracotta skin and captivating bedroom eyes, she often found herself modeling the lines of the nation's largest luxury brands.
To her left sat Kiko Yang, whose father was one of the founders of multiple social media apps. Her ambitions to be valedictorian at one of the most prestigious high schools in the nation, along with the power her family wielded worldwide, pushed her into the ranks of Kingston's elite.
Across from them sat the highest ranking boys at Kingston Prep. Conrad Van den Berg, Sahar's most recent hook-up, was listening intently to something William Lockwood—Kingston's star lacrosse player—was saying. Next to him were Henry Waltham and Phillip Townsend, on-and-off again boyfriends that fought like an old married couple. Today, it appeared, they were on speaking terms.
Each of them had famous families, known for some business or another. The Van den Bergs were known for Van den Berg Chemicals, a large company that had been in the family for decades. Henry Waltham was the great-grandson of American banker David Waltham and was related to the original William P. Waltham of the oil industry. Phillip Townsend's family owned Miracle Real Estate, and William Lockwood was the descendant of George Lockwood, founder of the Lockwood-Birling Spirits Corporation.
None of them had worked for the ranks they were given. All had been born into wealth and power, and therefore were destined to rule the school. Nothing about it was fair, and Sahar knew that.
Glancing away from her friends, Sahar's thoughts moved to her best friend. Tatiana was heiress to Empire Publications, which boasted magazines such as Fortune, Twenty One, Coalition Magazine and New York Digest.
Suddenly, the cafeteria quieted as none other than Tatiana Caldwell walked slowly inside, head bowed, auburn hair forming a curtain around her face. She looked towards the stage, winced when she noticed Sophia and Victoria—who had taken her place at the top—and made her way to the Level Two table. Unsurprisingly, no one made room for her, and when she set her tray down, someone was quick to toss it to the ground. She then moved lower, to the Level Three area, and sat. No one really looked at her or tried to talk to her, knowing it would bring down the wrath of the Level Ones.
