Stardust

383 Days ago

ACCALIA'S POV

Clenching the car knob a little too tighter than I should, I finally found the strength to close the door. Nathan, one of the golden three who have the ability to calm me down is now going to college. I, being in my junior year have to still live in my aunt and uncle's fucking house, the house which, I will never have the courage to say home. It's all money and no anything. Like I even have something good to call it 'something'.

As much as I liked staying at home and scribbling, I had school. And I had to attend it because skipping would mean I would get in danger when I don't skip intentionally, when I lose my mind. And of course! the counselor will assume I am not in a good condition if I don't show up for the session.

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"Shut up Lia! I am trying focus on this new coding language I wanna master in." I surprisingly don't roll my eyes at the surname Estella used for me. I have kind of grown up on this now. I mean it was the first nickname I got in freshman year and first ones are mostly what you get stuck with. And Estella's twin, Noah was the one who named me Lia and I hate him for it.

"Well you might wanna focus on that later because computer class is over, toodles!"

"It's not-", and the bell rang between her sentence. "And I spoke too early."

I made my way to my locker between this Sarah girl and Serrano. I look down where Serrano is scribbling something in a diary and his face buried in that diary like nothing else matters. Mood. I didn't even knew that he drew, well, who am I to say? I don't even know people's names.

"Accalia Diya King, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What is it Gray?", Grayson Pratt, golden trio person 2.

"Where is the panda eyes?"

"What the fuck? What is 'panda eyes'?

"You know that Gothic makeup thingy that makes you a girl"

"Gothic makeup doesn't make me a girl, I AM a girl. And I didn't feel like putting that on today so shut it."

"Nathan left for college today right? You wanna go riding or maybe cuddle?"

"The mere thought, of cuddling with you. Makes me puke."

"Hey! Mr. Crawson, my therapist said I need more human interaction."

"More than talking right now?"

"Interaction like hugs, cuddles, crying and shit."

"Again I'm gonna puke."

"Should I bring a bucket?"

"For me to smash your face? yes please."

"Mean."

"My ass."

"Bitch."

"Dick."

"Asshole."

"Algebra."

"That's not an insult.."

"That's a class I need to be in right now."

"Oiii, see ya later." I make a fake salute while making my way to algebra. I don't like Algebra but the shitty school just needs to enforce it on me. It's one of the only two classes that are not AP in my timetable. That and PE.

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"Ms. King... I don't think I am chanting a lullaby here. Pay attention and meet me after class."

"Sorry Miss." Great. Meeting teachers after class was not on today's timetable today, but who cares. I start noting down all the crap written on the board until the bell rings.

"So Ms. King, I saw your sat score of last year.. really? Your GPA is getting seriously effected just from my class. You need to pay attention here, you can do better than this. And also, congratulations on no fights happening this week from your side." I plaster a tight smile on my face at his comment trying to act actually caring at this class, as if I wanna go to Yale that I fix my GPA.

"Of course sir and thankyou."

"Actually you know what? Get some tutoring, you may not care about your grades but I care on my class's grades. There's a new kid in your class. You share some classes with her and she is in AP algebra. She might put some tints to your grades. Set up a meeting twice a week with her or something, and you HAVE to attend those meeting or it's detention for you. Her name is Summer Lira"

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"Why in the Cupid's name, was I appointed to have mandatory tutoring from the new girl?"

"Maybe because you suck at algebra?"

"Shut it Gray. Race me to Sally's Café now."

When I was a sophomore last year, Grayson, me and Vanessa bought bikes. We are not much of a fan of cars as we are of bikes. We just love the wind on our face. We all bought a Harley-Davidson street glide. Grayson bought a silver one joking that it matches his name. Vanessa's red mine's black.

We go inside Sally's, our town, might be known for it's business glories and the richies present here, but food? You have to know this place REALLY good to find a good café. All this place has are fancy restraunts and clubs. Why dress up to eat?