It was a Friday night, and that only meant one thing to the girls at Richmond's Boarding School, getting drunk out of their brains and dancing to loud, obnoxious club music until their ears bled.
Octavia had been attending the boarding school for just over a year now, after being kicked out of her old school for 'promiscious behaviour'...ok, so she knew that Mr Whittaker was totally married, but she kind of liked being the other woman, and pretending that she was a hotter version of Lolita - that semi-sick movie she'd watched, aged ten on a cruise holiday.
"Too slutty?" Questioned Valentina, her best friend and on and off style icon. This, however, was not an outfit she'd like to recreate any time soon. Valentina was clad in, what looked like...a bin bag, wrapped around her numerous times complete with trashy gold jewellery.
Octavia suspected that her best friend, heir to £20 billion and forty three stately homes all situated in Europe, was experimenting with a white-trash-with-cash kind of look, shit that Paris Hilton would wear that cost more than your life, but looked like you picked it up at the Oxfam shop.
"Cute." She lied, pretending to be really interested in a pair of Valentina's Gucci heels that were about three sizes too big for her. Octavia daren't say that her best friend looked trashy; it was practically girl code that you hype your best friend up.
As if Valentina even needed hyping up, she was drop dead gorgeous and she knew it. Everywhere she went, eyes followed. But Octavia wasn't jealous, she wasn't a meek little sad bitch to get jealous, people like her didn't get jealous.
They were the ones that people were jealous of.
"Where the fuck is Aurelia?" Sighed Valentina, aggressively tapping on her phone screen. Octavia shrugged her shoulders, and walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out an emerald green dress and held it against her slim frame.
Octavia knew she was beautiful, everyone said so, but sometimes she didn't feel like it, after all she still hadn't been offered the front page of Elle. She tucked a strand of her curly blond hair around her finger and considered her reflection. When she stood next to Aurelia they could almost be twins, even their movements were in sync; sometimes they even dressed alike to fuck up the unsuspecting public.
Valentina was the only one in their close group of friends (not counting the other add-on girls and the accessories) without blond hair; instead her hair was jet black and didn't cascade down her back, instead it fell at her jawline in a bob she'd cut herself - which of course would've looked tragic and practically spoke 'mental breakdown' - but on Valentina it looked almost classic.
Octavia snapped out of her daydream and glanced at Valentina. "Heard anything from Aurelia yet?" She sighed, as she refreshed her iPhone screen.
"Nothing at all," Said Valentina, rolling her eyes dramatically, "She's probably dead in a ditch somewhere or high." Octavia stopped refreshing her phone screen and glared at her best friend.
"What the fuck Valentina?" Hissed Octavia. Her best friend could be fucked up beyond belief sometimes.
The air turned tense around the two girls, and Valentina raised a perfectly sculptured eyebrow at Octavia; almost daring her to start an argument.
Octavia had a horrible feeling that something bad was going to happen, but maybe she was just paranoid.
Octavia shrugged the strangeness off; as Valentina had said, she was probably high.
Definitely not dead in a ditch; she was Aurelia after all.
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the boarders
Mystery / Thriller"she was the apple of everyone's eye, adored by many, but hated by so many equally..." when seventeen year old socialite Aurelia Fulton goes missing from her boarding school, everyone's world is turned upside down - without their golden girl the sc...
