Where the Stars Align

Chapter 2 (edited)

High School.

The death of every teenager's dreams. A cesspool of drunk parties and first night over's and of course, the occasional pregnancy. Val, for one did not believe in romance or true love. Neither did she believe in big show biz dreams or making it to the big leagues and crap like that. To her, dreams were for suckers, for starry eyed kids that think the world has so much to offer them.

The stars weren't in her eyes; at least not those kinds. Sure there were things she craved to do, places she longed to go and one day she just might. But she never dreamt too far. She thought higher you go the harder you fell- and they all fell. They always did. Well- everyone but them.

Those kids born with silver spoons in their mouths. No, scratch that. Golden ones.

Daughters and sons of movie stars and politicians and adults who have done God knows what with their lives. The fathers who have been cheating on their wives since day one, the mothers who get back at their husband by making a dent in their account bigger than they'd need in a lifetime. But the kids- the kids are always different. There were the ones that submitted. Allowed their parents to bend and break them into the shape they wanted. Then there were the attention seekers, they would do just about anything for mommy and daddy to do anything short of tucking them in at night. And there were the drifters. They didn't give a damn about anything. They had that whole "F the World" vibe. These were the ones that couldn't care less about their parents money but to be very honest they usually care more about what they represent, they usually didn't want to be known as those "rich kids" or "spoilt brats" they liked to be the different ones- the ones that did anything they wanted because they couldn't care less- not because they wanted their parents attention. To Val, Those were the dangerous ones. Money and reckless didn't mix well.

This school was filled with all kinds of them; half of them, she knew for a fact were too empty-headed to be here by merit and only earned a spot because their parents' wallets basically kept the school warm.

She stepped out of her mother's silver Audi and looked up at the modern building, shielding her eyes from the glare of the sun bouncing off the glass floor to ceiling windows.

A cherry-red Mercedes ran past her and she already had her idea of the kind of people the blondie in it was. A Daddy's girl. Great.

She headed over to what she assumed was the administration building, from the looks of it.

It was separated from the main school block, and little to no students hanging around. The first thing she picked up was the distinct smell of stale coffee. She had always hated it, to say the least. The interior of the place wasn't nearly as impressive, tot her, as the outside; The walls and floors and furniture were all pretty much the same bland, beige colour, aiming for what she thought would have been a professional look.

" You must be Miss Moretti," an elderly woman said, peering at her from over the glasses she sported, from a desk further into the entryway,

" I'm Miss Jensen- the secretary. Principal Morris isn't around right now, so I'm afraid you'd have to meet him some other time. Now, from what I've seen, you were an honour student in your previous schools," she continued talking, but Val's mind had already drifted away.

Moretti. That's who she was now. It was Evans last, and White the time before that. At least this time it was Italian. A little closer to the truth... or the truth she was led to believe anyway.

" -with Arts it seems as your chosen classes," she continues, beckoning for her to come closer in.

"Here," she said , handing her a slip of paper. " This is your schedule, for now at least. Not all your chosen classes were free so we had to make do with a few randoms."

Val had looked down at it, seeing her usuals: Lit, Art, History with, of-course, the compulsories like Algebra and Science.

" Excuse me," she had said, noticing Workshop and Advanced Physical Education, " I never signed up for any of these"

" Sorry dear, but those were the only extra-curricular classes available right now."

Val had sighed, giving her a crappy thank you and turned on her heels to the exit.