Game Over

Chapter 1. New girl

I can't believe I'm going to a boarding school. I thought only rich kids went here. My family's nowhere near being rich. I guess they really wanted me gone that bad they didn't care HOW much it'd cost. I'm really not looking forward to these prissy stuck up kids who depend on their trust fund. I don't understand why I'm going here. Just because I got caught shoplifting once or twice, and got into a fight at school doesn't mean I'm a bad person. It's not like I do drugs- oh wait. Well not anymore atleast. So yeah, I don't get why my parents are sending me here. Geez I'd rather do anything then leave all my friends behind. And oh my god, I think I'm gonna die before I even make it to "RiverView Academy". This Uber driver is driving like a lunatic. They can afford riverview but can't afford to buy me a limo? Psh. I'm kidding, of course. I'd never become one of those snobby rich kids.

"Is this de stop ma'am?" He said with a thick Indian accent.

"Yes, thank you." I scurried out of the car hitting my head on the way out.

Ouch!

"Ma'am are you okay?"

"Yep. Yep." I closed my eyes in embarrassment walking forward.

Bumps on top of your head are in style right now. Definitely gonna impress everyone with that.

I looked up and i didn't even notice the giant castle like building in front of me, HOLY SHIT. Okay seriously how did my parents afford this?! Did grandma or grandpa die and they didn't tell me? Did they get this from inheritance? Oh no. I really need to check up on them, it's been a few months.. maybe my dad won the lottery, who knows. Let's go with that one.

"Mrs White?"

I jumped at the voice that came out of nowhere. My eyes focused on a older lady with silver like hair. She looked semi-friendly but definitely looked like she could whoop your ass. Don't let older women deceive you. They might have pepper spray, and they're not afraid to use it. My grandma use to buy cans of that shit and use to give me some. Ahh, that reminds me of when I use to spray pricks that I didn't like and claim it was self defense. You know, I guess now I'm starting to see why my parents sent me here. Maybe I'm just a bit delusional. I guess this is better than a asylum.

"Mrs White? Is that you?"

"Huh?" I blinked. "Oh yeah! Sorry this is just a lot to take in."

Her green eyes looked me up and down. "Yeah.. it sure is."

I don't think she's talking about the school anymore...

"Did you not receive the uniform I sent in advance?"

that ugly old thing? I thought it was more of a suggestion than a requirement. "You sent something to me? Im afraid I had no knowledge. My parents must've accidentally overlooked it."

"Uh huh... okay well luckily for you I have a few extras. By the way, I'm Headmaster Hayden. Shall we begin with the tour?"

Oh great. She's really gonna stuff this down my throat isn't she. I hate uniforms. It makes me feel so ordinary. "Yep! I'm ready."

She opened the gate, and waited for me to pass through. Wow the landscape is amazing. It's so colorful, and pristine. This looks like a fairytale, I can't lie. I might've crapped on this school a bit, more specifically the people I haven't met, but I have to admit it's just gorgeous. We made it to the front door and when I walked in, I was greeted by a giant staircase in the middle of the room that cascaded to the top. It caught my attention, but so did something else. I couldn't help but notice a girl angrily glaring. What's her problem? God, Maybe this IS AN ASYLUM.