Distant Memories

Chapter 1

Allison's POV-

I scream into my pillow. How could they do this to me?! Once again, my jerk parents had refused to let me go out to an event. This time, it's a concert for my favorite band, Typhoon. Because my parents are so overprotective, I haven't even been to a single concert in my life. Ugh.

I hoist myself off of my bed, happening to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Mascara and eyeliner run in horrid lines down my cheeks. My eyes are red and puffy, and my black hair is halfway out of the ponytail I had put it in.

All of sudden, my door opens and my mom walks in. "Um, thanks for knocking!" I yell.

"Sweetie, please don't be mad. Can we talk?"

Oh my gosh. "Are you serious? There is NOTHING to talk about."

With that, I jump back on my bed and bury my face in a pillow. She walks over and places her hand on my back. This woman has nerves.

"Leave me alone." I sound like a little kid.

"Okay." She gets up and leaves, closing the door behind her. Well, I wasn't actually expecting it to work. I groan and roll onto my back, the pillow still clutched to my face.
After a while, I sit up and look at the clock. Dang, it's already past 9:00.
Better get started on my homework. I don't know why I bother, though.
I grab my backpack and dump its contents on the floor. I grab my pillow (again) to sit on, when I see the black splotches, identical to the ones on my face, staining the cover.

"MOM!"

"WHAT?"

"CAN YOU WASH MY PILLOWCASE?"

"STOP YELLING!" (That was my dad.)

I slump to the floor and pull my books closer to me. Might as well get it over with. Only two more weeks till Christmas break.

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Savannah's POV-

"SAVANNAH!" Mrs. Owens thin, reedy voice calls.

"WHAT?"

"MRS. WELSH IS HERE!"

Mrs. Welsh, as in my social worker? Oh, joy.

I opened my door and slowly walked to the living room. Mrs. Welsh was sitting on the ugly flower print sofa.
I leaned against the wall.

"What is it?"

Mrs. Welsh leaned towards me. "It has come to my attention that you graffitied 'Fuck u' on your school's gym wall two days ago."

Oh. That. "And..?"

"Young lady!" Mrs. Owens scolded me. That old witch.

"Savannah," Mrs. Welsh went on, ignoring me, as she had learned to do over the past year and a half. "This is the third school this year that you have desecrated. I have made a decision." She paused.

Well, no shit.

"I'm sending you to a boarding house in Southern California, until you shape up."

I wasn't expecting that. Well, I've been through worse.

"You're leaving tomorrow night."

"Seriously? I barely have time to pack all my stuff."

That was a lie, and we both knew it. I only had a backpack full of things.

She continued as if I hadn't spoken. "You will be living with seven other girls, and will go to Arthur Steinfield Academy."

"How the hell did I get into a private school?"

"A scholarship, so you better not mess up this time."

I can't believe this. I'm being moved across the country to go to a private school.

"Your plane leaves tomorrow at eight o'clock, and I am picking you up at six. So get packed up and ready. I'll see you tomorrow."

I turn around and walk to 'my' room, for the last time. Not that I'm complaining.

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A/N- hey guys! this is my first book so sorry if it sucked. Also, short chapter because I'm setting up the storyline. So, yeah. Be sure to leave comments:)