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Skyliene’s POV

Have you ever woken up with a smile on your face and thought of rainbows and unicorns?

Well I certainly didn’t. Instead, I woke up with morning breath, drools escaping my mouth and don’t get me started on my hair.

If you saw it you would think it was a cockroaches lair.

Stretching my muscles, I can hear popping sounds and let me tell you it is not pretty.

People say women looks good when they are either pregnant or asleep but I think I just broke that theory.

Sorry to whoever came up with that theory.

Making my way to the bathroom, I start my morning routine. Nothing special there.

In just 45 minutes, I am already smelling like my lavender soap and is wearing a loose knitted brown long sleeve top, dark blue skinny jeans, heels and my hair that I took almost 10 minutes to tame into a messy bun.

Looking at my full length mirror, I only see a beauty looking back at me. A damn hot beauty.

I am not one of those girls that feel like they look like shit. I’m not saying that I have a perfect body but it’s enough to make me feel confident.

Making my way to the kitchen, I grab my bag that matches my outfit and off I go.

Seeing my maid cooking some pancakes, my stomach growls signalling me to eat A LOT.

Taking 4 pancakes, 1 apple, maple syrup, 2 sandwiches, a yogurt and a glass of orange juice I sat at the island in the kitchen and ate to my hearts content. On my way there, I saw a granola bar so I grabbed it with my mouth because obviously my hands are full. I’m never afraid to eat because not matter what, I NEVER gain weight. Trust me, I tried.

If you’re wondering, yes my family is stinking filthy rich and I live in a mansion. So money is never a problem in my life.

Let me give you a basic introduction of my small family. My dad owns his own architecture and interior designing business company. I’m not sure what is the name of the company to be specific though but I do know that it makes a lot of money and is well known to anyone who isn’t me.

Next is my mom. Well, there’s not much to say. Just the cliche stuff about my mom being a famous fashion designer. And to make it more cliche, I’m her main model for her clothing line. Maybe you’ve heard of her clothing brand. It’s called Angel Wings.

About siblings however, I have an older sister. Lets just leave it there with me having a sister. No need to elaborate on that.

I gobbled my food in record time because honestly I don’t wanna be late for school. Although it’s still early and that hell hole is not really that far but if you know me, you know that I have no sense of direction.

And when I say none, I literally mean none. I even got lost in my own house more than once. So there’s a pretty high chance that I could get lost on my way to school even though I had already tried to memorise the road yesterday by going through it more than 5 times yesterday.

Going to the garage right after I finish eating, I am now going to have to make the hardest decision in my life. I have to choose which one of my babies that I will ride to school.

Deciding to take my white Lamborghini Aventador and I am off once again.

Soon, I am on my way to my new school. Yup, you read it NEW SCHOOL. I just moved here and it’s already 3 months since school started.

So I know that this is gonna be hard. Finding friends and joining a group that has already been together and comfortable. This is gonna be hard.

Like really hard.

After making the wrong turn twice and met with a dead end thrice, I finally made it to River Sky High School. Even though what should have been a five minute journey took me about half an hour. But hey. At least I got here.

I surveyed the school from a distance first to make sure I’m at the right school and just to see it in general. At first glance, I can already tell that this is just gonna be one of those typical high schools.

I bet there’s gonna be cliques like the sluts, the nerds, the cheerleader, the jocks and.... drum rolls please.... it is none other then the badboys slash players.

Like usual it seems that the badboys rule the school. You can tell just by looking at the ways the guys in this school dress. I mean seriously? Combat boots and tattoos. If that’s not cliche then I don’t know what is.

But I’m surprised that no one is wearing a leather jacket. I mean, aren’t leather jackets the ultimate symbol of bad boys. It’s as if it’s -

Nah, maybe it’s banned from this school.

Well, I think that’s enough observation for now. My new mission is to find a parking spot in this sea of cars. Just my luck that I found a perfect spot right in front of the entrance. Not just one but 3 to be precise. It seems as though it’s reserved or something because every other cars just past by it and just park somewhere else.

If I was a goody two shoes new kid, I would have followed we’d their lead and go somewhere else but I am not and I’m just too lazy to find somewhere else and in my defence there’s no sign saying “this place is reserved” so perfectly parked my car at the very center of the three spaces. But as a reward for my laziness, get what I expected.

Attention.

It’s not like I’m complaining or anything. I mean it’s just natural to get attention when you go to school riding a freaking Lamborghini. Not to mention that I think I kinda broke like some kind of a parking code or something.

Stepping out, I am greeted by wolf whistles from the populars, longing looks from the nerds and glares from the girls.

Can’t this be anymore cliche.

I just ignored them and make my way inside the school to face my upcoming torture in hell.

The route to the office is one hell of a ride. This school clearly does not care about PDA. There is a couple practically eating each other in the hallway.

Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach. Bluek.... Ooops there goes my breakfast.

Then, there are more stares and whispers. Some even looked at me as if I’m an alien. Hello! Do I look like I’m green and say “greetings Earthlings”. No right so stop staring.

At least the school’s clerk is nice and friendly.

“Hello, you must be Skyliene Blue. Right?”

“Yeah. I’m here for my schedule and locker number.” I said to her politely.

She just smiled at me in response before handing me the papers, she wishes me good luck and continued to type on her computer.

On my way out, I bumped into a wall. No I am not being cliche by saying that the wall is actually a hot guy that I will then fall in love and get married to.

When I mean wall, I mean like literally a hard brick wall. Ow. That’s gonna leave a bruise. I lost balance and fell on my ass. Another ow. Falling on my ass is not one of the things on my to-do list for my first day of school. And I’m pretty sure it’s in none of my to-do list. Well at least not that I know of.

After gathering up enough ego to walk away as if nothing happened, I make my way through the empty hallway and make my way to my locker.

Putting my things in it, I can’t help but look at the locker next to me. It is covered with post-its.

-Meet me in the storage room after first period-

-Had fun last night-

-You, me, my house, tonight-

And much much more of it saying almost similar things. Some about wanting a meet up but most about something more sexual. I decide to ignore the locker that probably belongs to one of the school’s slut and make my way to algebra.

Great way to start school ( I am not being sarcastic ). I’m not a nerd but I really like maths. It’s as if I can find the logic in algebraic equations.

Opening the door to my first period, I am met with....

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