wealthy desire

three

"Jennie, hurry up!" I hear my brother yell from downstairs. "I'm coming, jeez calm down," I say as I make my way to the living room.

It was my first day at Roman St. Claire, and to say I was nervous was a misunderstanding. What Avana told me about rich people being rude and snobby came running back into my thoughts. But I quickly dismissed it, trying not to judge too soon.

Leo thought I'd be a good idea to drive me to school since he hadn't seen his high school friends in a while and wanted to meet them. "Are all your friends one year younger than you? Are you not capable of making friends your age?" I tease him. Leo looks over at me from the driver's seat and glares. "Shut up. Of course, I have other friends." I shrug my shoulder and look outside the window. Well, we're here.

The school building is enormous. It looks like three stories high, a bunch of students hanging around outside the front doors. Some of them chatting in groups on the grass, some of them already heading inside.

I look back at Leo, "So, where are your so-called friends?" I say to him. He rolls down his window and cranes his neck out to look for them. "I don't know." I roll my eyes and open the car door getting out. "Since your friends didn't bother to show up, I'm heading inside. I don't want to be late," I say, swinging my back over my shoulder. Leo was about to say something, but I slam the door shut and strut to the large building.

I look around at the students, and they're all wearing some kind of expensive piece of clothing—brands ranging from Gucci to Givenchy. I'm so glad this school doesn't have uniforms. Minus the luxury brands, they look like typical teens.

I don't seem to attract any attention as I make my way to the office for my schedule. The inside of the school was extravagant. It wasn't like a regular high school for obvious reasons. Do you know that school from Barbie Princess Charm School? Yeah, it reminds me of that. The lockers were a delicate white colour with a black border and a small school symbol at the top. The tiles were marble and very shiny. Students were huddled in small groups by the lockers, waiting for classes to start.

When I opened the doors to the office, cold air from the AC hit me. Since I was wearing a skirt and silk blouse, I was freezing. I need to hurry and get my stuff before my teeth start chattering. 

"Um, hello, my name's Jennie Thompson. I'm new, and I need my schedule." The lady looked up at me and smiled. "Of course, right away," she said and then started typing away on her computer.

 The lady then walked over to the printer and took out a sheet of paper. She walks back over to me and hands it. "Has someone shown you around yet?" the lady asked. I shake my head. The lady tells me to wait for one second and heads back to her desk and calls someone.

I sit in the very cold office for about five minutes before a girl barges into the room. "I'm here!" she yells. The girl and the lady talk for a couple of seconds before the girl turns around and looks at me. She smiles, "oh, you must be the new girl. Hi, I'm Athena." she smiles. I smile back.

The girl had medium blond hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a white dress that went up to her knees and Louis Vuitton's white heels. She was stunning. Athena reaches out to shake my hand, and I take it. "Can I see your schedule?" she asks. "Sure," I said and handed it to her. As she looks over my schedule, I take the time to notice her facial features more. She looks familiar.

I should know who she is, considering she's rich and goes to this school. But I can't place who she is.

"Great! You have two classes with me. Let me show you around a bit." Athena takes my hand in hers and pulls me out of the office.

"This school might look big, but it's pretty easy to get around," she says as we walk down the halls, side by side, heels clicking. "What's your name?" she asks. "Jennie Thompson." When she hears my name, she stops walking, and I look at her curiously, "what's wrong?" She looks up at me and smiles. "Are you Leo's sister? The one that came from Paris?" she asks. I nod my head.