With the sudden loss of her Grandma, Rome Brown agrees to move in with estranged father.
New school.
New friends.
New enemies.
A lot of changes........
Rome finds herself thrust into a whole new world with badass heroines, several enemies, and more...
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Not only was Mason Prep a private school, but my father also registered me at one of the best programs in the country. According to the school's website they excelled in their academic programs and Athletics. Parents and past student's reviews spoke volumes of their reputation. Unlike my last school wearing uniforms is mandatory at the academy. The customary outfit consist of a white button-up shirt paired with a black blazer. The school's name is printed on one side of the jacket. The only downside is the females had to wear skirts. Of course, the males wore slacks. We weren't allowed to wear pants. Typically, you couldn't pay me enough money to be caught wearing a skirt.They're too revealing especially with my ass. I would rather avoid having a repeat of those mortifying memories. This time I don't have a choice in the matter. I wasn't going to miss out on this opportunity. Skirt or not I was sticking to the lesser of two evils and the option that would get me a scholarship to get into college. My education wasn't going pay for itself. I couldn't pave my way through four years of school empty handed. It wouldn't be a bad idea to start looking around for a job.
I inspect the uniform neatly placed on top of my bed. The clothes were here when I got back up to the room from breakfast. Considering the few staff that I'd seen frequently around the house, I figured one of the housekeepers had put it here. The rebellious part of me wondered what would happen if I showed up with slacks on. The academy was known for having strict policies. Rules are rules. I wouldn't overstep. There wasn't one bad bone in my body to go against the rules. I had no clue was I was heading into. My gut was telling me to tread carefully.
My movements are slow as I put on the uniform. I slide my feet inside the loafers before I walk into bathroom. I know the snug soles would give me feet hell. My feet were already pulsing from the pressure. I'm sure I'll pay for it later.
Standing in front of the sink, my reflection stares back at me. I was having first day jitters. It was taking every ounce of self-control not to hop back into bed. Why can't I just sleep my problems away... Inspecting my new uniform, the skirt beneath my blazer ended right above my knee. Doing one last double take, my hands go through the unruly curls.
I washed my face and moisturize my hair until I see my thick curls turning into a wet wavy texture. I rinse my greasy fingers under the water.
Flipping the light switch on my way out the bathroom, I storm to my dresser and grabbed my tote bag sitting on top. Without another glance at my unmade bed, I went downstairs. My father never mentioned how I would get to school. I assumed he thought Melody would offer me a ride since we were going to the same place. He was oblivious to the fact that his daughter hated me. Last night I took matters into my own hands and looked up the bus route and schedule. There was a bus stop about a mile outside of the neighborhood. It was a straight shot to the school, and it arrived early enough that I would make it in time for the first bell.
When I left the house, I could practically feel the heat steaming my skin. There was no way I could get darker than I was, but I began questioning that theory from the scorching heat outside. If I account the five minutes I'd been outside since leaving the house, I had fifteen minutes to make it to the bus stop. Otherwise, I would have no other choice but to walk. I was not walking more than I had to in this heat.
