YOUNG GOD- REWRITE

ONE

IT WAS THE FIRST DAY back from winter break and here I was, the second semester of my junior year. Of course, I was freezing, but being cold in my skirt beats having to wear the hideous pants that are allowed with our uniforms.

My back was already killing me from all the textbooks I was required to carry at Prestige High School. I had been attending this school for the past two and a half years and I couldn't wait to leave it in a year and a half. The high school was exclusive and the students on the campuses included kids of movie actors and actresses, senators, millionaires; basically the rich of the rich. The main campus was in New York, where I have lived for the past seventeen years of my life. My father owned a law firm that specializes in rich people who are in serious trouble, while my mother owns her own luxury clothing line. My parents are well known and make quite an impressive yearly income which was why I was enrolled in the most expensive school in the country.

While I enjoyed the occasional designer purse or sneakers, my parents made sure I knew that I wasn't allowed to be an asshole. My dad lost both his parents when he was young, leaving him an orphan, alone in the world. From there he went to college, then law school, and became one of the best lawyers in the United States. My mom on the other hand still had her parents, but they were both refugees from a war-ridden country and therefore weren't given the chance to seek higher education. So, she made it her goal to go to college for fashion designing and then interned for a designer who took a liking to my mom's work. She allowed my mom the opportunity to display her pieces at her runway shows and soon enough my mom had her own fashion line. My parents met at one of the shows my mom was still interning at and from then, it was love at first sight. While I thought it was disgusting how in love they were still to this day, I am blessed to still have both of them in my life.

I was the spitting image of both my parents, which made sense as I was their only child. I had my dad's bright green eyes that held hints of yellow closer to the pupil, while my mom gave me her long, brown hair that was naturally straight, but I preferred when it was curly.

Walking through the halls with decorated walls of club posters and theatre advertisements made me sick thinking of the homework I would be stuck with until summer finally arrived. However, on the bright side, I did see my three best friends, who saved me from my only child syndrome, already standing by my locker gossiping away.

"My mom ended up inviting Brandon's girlfriend with us to the French Alps and it sucked because she's a total snob," Claire complained. Claire was a slender, all American girl. She had curly, honey blonde hair and dark blue eyes that much resembled the sea during a storm. Her whole body was toned with legs that stretched for days, soft tanned skin, and a face so structured she could cut someone with her jawline. She had begun doing more modeling gigs like her mom. Claire was supposed to be continuing her education online so she could travel for shows, but after much persuasion from the other girls and I, we were able to get Claire to stay here until she graduates.

"Since when does Brandon have a girlfriend?" I asked, walking up to my friends with a smile that stretched my fat-filled cheeks.

"Well, well, well, welcome back Aria. Did you have a pleasant time in Bora Bora over break?" smirked Elena, my other best friend. Elena was just as tall as I was, standing at about five foot seven, and had a curvy figure that resembled mine very closely. The only difference was that Elena had larger hips while I had a bigger butt. Her hair was wavy and black as the night. Her eyes were a dark brown that only lightened up in the sunlight and her skin was naturally tanned like her fathers. The two of them shared a lot of similarities in appearance, however, they were completely different in the sense that where he loved technology and computers, she hated anything to do with it.