We get in our seats. I put in earbuds and listen to music. I fall asleep shortly afterward. Nolan wakes me up. I look at him and take out an earbud.
"C'mon. Our stop." He says. I get off and grab my bags. I look around.
"There." Nolan says pointing. I see a sign that says our names on it. We walk towards it.
"Hello. I'm Phillip. I will be your driver." He says.
"Hi Phillip. I'm Rachel." I say. He smiles.
"You must be Jamison." He says looking at Nolan.
"That's me." Nolan says. We walk outside. Phillip opens the door to a limo. I climb inside. Nolan climbs in after me. Phillip puts our bags in the back and drives us to a huge mansion type place. He opens the door of the limo and we step out. I grab my bags. Phillip hands me and Nolan a card. I look at it.
"A credit card?" I ask. He nods and leaves. I look at Nolan.
"Lets go." I say. We walk inside. My jaw drops. It's very elegant. Two stair cases with a living room to the right. The dining room and kitchen to the left. A maid I'm guessing walks towards us.
"Girls right. Boys left." She says smiling.
"Thank you." I say carting my bags up the right staircase. I see five rooms. I look and see names on the doors.
"Ella. El... Rachel." I say opening the door. A girl with black hair looks at me.
"Colleen!" I exclaim hugging her.
"Hey El... Rachel." She says hugging me.
"Please call me Ella." I say. She laughs.
"Welcome to our room." I look around. Two separate beds. The wall is a cream color. The floor is a dark wood which contacts just enough with the wall.
"That's your side." Colleen says. I look at where she points. I nod. I open a door.
"Walk in closet?" I ask.
"I have my own." She says. I look at her. I unpack my clothes and walk out. I take a shower. I hear a bell.
"Dinner." She says. I nod and walk downstairs. I look at the table. I see three girls sitting on one side of the boys and five on the other. I sit across from them by Nolan. Colleen sits by me.
"Hey." I say. They look at me.
"Hey. I'm Bitterblue." A blonde says with green eyes.
"Don't call her that." A brunette says with blue eyes, "I'm Jillian."
"I'm Rachel." I say.
"I'm Colleen." Colleen says smiling.
"I'm Brittany." A brown eyed brunette says.
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Breakaway
Teen FictionElla Hopewell is the school's number one nerd. She gets shoved into lockers, made fun of, forced to do other people's work. None of it bugs her because she knows that one day they'll regret it. Ella has always wanted to be famous and one day while w...
