Ivy Lowell is trouble, a mystery to all but herself. A girl with enough venom to feed the tribes of snakes that fall to her feet at the very spoilt school of Bonnaire Prep.
After a year abroad, she returns to her home, but nothing is as it seems. I...
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IVY LOWELL WALTZED THROUGH THE AGAPED CROWD, all eyes were on her. As they should be. The menacingly smiled girl had spent twelve-months trapped in a peasant's room. Hidden away in the shadows of France. Yet now she'd returned, to her destined kingdom at Bonnaire Prep.
Ivy's hemmed pleated skirt bounced against her thighs, revealing the diamante stockings that graced her legs with the perfect elision of grace, elegance, and of course sensuality. Ivy Lowell was an intoxicated daydream. Everyone's favourite monarch. No falsely appointed Queen could ever do the job as well as Ivy did. Her legacy was incomparable, she was incomparable. The perfect ambiance of mischief and good.
Ivy Lowell created the heart of the monarch. She'd completed her duty, leaving a legacy of teens in place of her once she left. However, they could never be Ivy Lowell. They could never be Queen.
Ivy Lowell was back in the upper east side; with one motive. The Blonde Bitch wanted her crown back. It was her rightful claim, after-all.
Her perfectly brushed blonde hair draped against her back, her royal blue coat truly showing off not only her status, but her wealth too. When she was Queen, every morning she'd summon her royal suspects to the east-wing gardens. Ivy would sit on the bench, with her King. All whilst her subjects scattered on the freshly cut greens gossiping like toddlers.
A little birdie told Ivy, that every morning the royal subjects still gathered in the gardens. But no longer in the east-wing gardens, instead the west-wing gardens. Which Ivy had to laugh at, the boy's ruled the west. Whilst the girl's ruled the east. Girl's no longer had all the power, oh how she would change that.
Her manolo blahnik mules tapped against the concrete of the silent gardens. A few whispers echoed from confused teens.
"Why is she back?"
One girl asked herself, however Ivy ignored the irrelevant comment. Soon all the students would be aware of her return. Soon all the students would see her highlighted skin glazing in the september sun. But first. Ivy Lowell had to see a few old friends, she had to announce her return in true monarch form.
"You're doing a shit job at queen Maddie so I thought I'd come back and teach you a few lessons."
Ivy said, looking directly at the two girl's sat in-front of her. Zara Sheif, was the first to react. The Arabic grin falling off her lips as if she was nervous. However, Ivy had no caring for Zara. The two girl's didn't know each-other. And frankly, Ivy had no interest in the lily-lipped foreigner.
"Well well well, if it isn't Bonnaire Prep's very own, Ivy Lowell" Maddison Hearst said. Looking at her once best-friend, with nothing but a compulsively twisted smirk. Ivy merely recognised the dark-haired twit sat beside Zara, that Maddison was now. She was no longer the innocently charming girl, Maddison Hearst was now just a copy of Ivy.
