A Different Kind of Education

Chapter Four : First Day

**Disclosure. All things said and events that occur in my story are purely fictional and have no relation to reality. I don't know anything about Manhattan or its schools I'm just trying to make a story so if you happen to live there or don't like how I portray Manhattan in my story, do not write rude comments or try to give me any type of crap. Thank you.***

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Yesterday had been slow and peaceful for the most part. The only real active part of my day was when I cleaned out my closet, donated all of my old clothes, then went out to buy a whole new wardrobe and bed set. I didn't get rid of my shoes though, because they were my babies. It only took me two hours, mutliple swipes of a credit card, and I had a whole new closet of clothes for Senior year.. Even though I had wanted Clara to be with me as I shopped, she had her own stuff to do with her parents in New York City. SOme kind of intership thing, I think. Either way I was solo on my shopping trip. It was okay though because it had given me time to think about this year. My last year of high school was going to be one hell of a year I could already tell. Everyone would be looking at me to be the rebellious, reckless, and daring girl they'd known for the past three years. It was a burden I signed myself up for the day I decided to live how I do.

I had been very picky with my outfit when I woke up twenty minutes ago. All my clothes were still in their shopping bags, so I spent about two minutes scattering all the clothes around the room. Once they were all clearly laid out in front of me I surveyed the choices, picking, in the end, a faded pair of shorts, knee high russet colored boots, a thing sheer cream colored top, a baby blue bandeau, and a black leather jacket with golden spiked studs on the chest area to top off the outfit. I slipped on my gold wrist bangles, gold hoops, and my long gold feather necklace. I skillfully faded my silver eyeshadow into dark gray, outlined my eyes with thick lines of kohl eyeliner and lathered gloss along my lips.

Now I was sitting shotgun in Clara's car, Tommy and Sam in the backseat. Usually Clara and I took separate cars to school since we both had different things to do afterwards, but today we were all going back to my place for a marathon night. We were only blocks away from our school and I felt my stomach churning in knots. It wasn't unusual for me to get nervous for school since I did every year thanks to the amount of stress I had to be a certain person, but today it was worse. There was no doubt in my mind that it had to do with the fact that it was my Senior year and I knew a lot was expected of me. That and I was still fully aware of how crazy I had gotten Friday night and the party.

"Alright, we're here." Clara's voice broke through my thoughts and temporarily subsided my nerves.

"Finally sophomores!" Sam hooted joyfully from the backseat, making Clara and I laugh.

"Kids." I muttered, getting out of the car.

"We are not kids." Tommy disagreed with a childish pout. I rolled my eyes at him as I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked side by side with Clara toward the school, Sam and Tommy running ahead of us when they spotted their friends.

All eyes were on me as Clara and I walked toward the school looking flawless and confident. I noticed my classmates and peers whispering to each other, no doubt about my activities at the party. Keeping my head held high, I confidently walked with Clara to the front office where we were to get our schedules, since she and I had missed the day over summer. I couldn't help but smirk when I saw a few of the Freshman openly gawk at Clara and I when we passed them. All the new little freshies openly stared at the Senior girls like Clara and I since we appeared so perfect and flawless. Unlike Clara and I though, a lot of the other Senior girls took advantage of it and roped them into being little slaves or mini-mees. On our way down the hall to the office we ran into Drew and some dark haired male - sexy male that is.