𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫

1|Transfer Students

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chapter one

TRANSFER STUDENTS

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THE OBNOXIOUS RINGING OF her alarm blasted in her ears causing her to flinch, her eyes barely opened as she yawned staring over at her clock with blurry sleepy eyes.

5:30AM.

"I need sleep." She dismisses the clock, turning away from the light. Before her eyes could once again close, Yuri came in ever so quietly. She got close enough and shook the life out of Emily. At that moment the only thing she wanted to do was scream.

"Wake up!"

"Leave me alone!" She yelled digging her head inbetween two soft pillows that were so welcoming. Yuri suddenly pulled off the blankets off of her as she shivered. Emily groaned surrendering towards the beautiful maid. She kicked in place crossing her arms in tiredness.

"Fine. Fine I'm up!" She dragged her feet against the floor and to the bathroom. She took a freezing cold shower to wake herself up fully, she looked at her straight black hair, deciding on curling her hair, hoping to give it a wavy look. Her very light makeup seeming to complete her look. Emily was a gorgeous girl, her skin was soft and flawless, her body was slim but with perfect curves. Any girls would be jealous of her, and she hated it. Emily was the girl everyone would want to be, she was perfect. Perfect grades, perfect looks, she was wealthy. Although she wasn't a normal girl, she only wished she was.

She smilled at her reflection fixing her blue tie, quickly spraying herself with perfume, grabbing her backpack and her phone, she walks out her room closing her bedroom door. She skipped down the steps grabbing tightly to her phone and backpack straps.

"You ready?" Yuri asks as she grabs Emily's car keys. Emily quickly looks at herself one last time before sending a nod towards her.

"I'm ready!"

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I'm not ready.

Those words were the only thing that were drilled in her head. She tapped her fingers nervously on her exposed thigh. Music played softly in the car as Emily was once again scrolling through her phone with anxiety carved on her features. She hummed with the beat of the music, shaking her head to the nice beat. Emily tilted her head towards Ziu, her chauffeur, who kept his eyes on the road.

"Do you think they'll like me?" Emily questioned Ziu as his attention finally averted towards the anxious girl. Emily was only used from her friends, she never had real to die for friends. That was one of the real reasons she moved schools wanting to start over. Her identity was always hidden, no one knew who her family is, it made everything easier. The only people that knew were business people and family. Everyone else was not trust worthy until they proved it. People were too fake.

"I'm positive." Ziu reassuringly smilled at her, not enough to make Emily change her mind though.

"What if they just use me like they did before?" So many questions roamed through her mind that caused a lump to grow in her throat. Ziu quickly clutched Emily's hand in worry, the teen girl biting down on her lower lip, her thoughts not making the situation any better.

"You're going to be fine. I promise you." Emily smilled as her dimples poked into her cheeks, but, the smile didn't reach her eyes. Emily turned her attention towards the road as her eyes enlarged. Her back went rigid as she reached towards Ziu's arm, who was confused at her sudden actions.