Valentina had texted her boyfriend, Drew Hillister, student at the all boys' boarding school St James', a mile away from her own school; and the blue tick next to all of her messages were pissing her off majorly.
He'd not bothered to even reply.
And now she was sitting in Octavia's room, feeling like shit. Every single little thing was pissing her off- the last glints of the sun beaming through the curtains, almost like it was smiling down on her to say 'fuck you'.
Octavia was pissing her off too, with her whole concerned-friend act on - as if she even cared about Aurelia.
The truth was that none of them cared about anyone - they were all pretty props. Beautiful debutantes, future socialites, future housewives, destined to marry a rich man at any given age and have no more than six children. All of course beautiful and perfect; like them.
They had no future, they were never raised to do anything other than look pretty. Money was the key to everything you ever wanted - from buying the latest Prada purse or buying a friend.
It could be seen as depressing, a life not worth living, but at times it could be funny; Valentina reminisced, the nostalgia hitting her as she remembered last summer in the South Of France, her, Octavia and Aurelia on her father's yacht, drinking so much champagne they almost drowned in it - with beautiful onlookers staring at them.
She didn't know why she was reminiscing all of a sudden, maybe it was the cherry wine she had earlier, from a useless nobody from St James, who's father made liquor and often he got free batches of it.
Octavia kept acting all concerned about Aurelia and it was making Valentina mad. She knew how to shut up her up, it was easy really.
That was one of her many gifts; Valentina knew exactly how to annoy people and twist them out of shape. She liked to believe that God saw her; with her beautiful angel face and thought I have the perfect gift for her; to have duplicity.
Angel face, devil heart.
"She's probably dead in a ditch somewhere or high." She said, all nonchalant. She looked down and smiled to herself as she sneaked a glance up at Octavia, who looked like she'd just been slapped.
Valentina smiled to herself as Octavia swore at her. She didn't know why she didn't see the funny side.
Aurelia was probably drunk or high, like she always was. After all, no one can tolerate a Friday night party at a seedy club sober. Or, tolerate the other annoying girls at their boarding school without the influence of alcohol.
It was good that their school was so calm about them going out nearly every night, thought Valentina. It was exactly the same with all their parents, so long as grades were maintained and appearances were kept up; they could do anything they wanted - drugs, alcohol, it didn't mean anything to the upper classes. After all, all of their parents and teachers had all snorted a line of coke in their lifetime, so did it really matter if their little darlings did too?
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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...
