I gasp when I see my dorm. There are two beds and desks. There is also a bookshelf next to each of the beds. With blue and pink bedsheets and pillows, my bed looks like cotton candy. The curtains are sea blue and the walls are a nice shade of purple. The ceiling is cotton white. There is a walk-in-wardrobe for my roommate and I. But that's not even the best part.
The best part is that inside my room, there are thousands and thousands of…books.
'Oh my god, I'm in heaven' I think to myself, happily.
There are books on the chairs, the beds, the desks, and even on the floors. There are books of different colors and different lengths. There are books that are large and there are books that are small. There are hardback and paperback books. There are books that are fiction, non-fiction, fantasy, horror, thriller, romance, action, mystical, humorous, and so much more.
As you can see, I'm a HUGE bookworm. I like to read books and anything I find interesting. I even read at night with a flashlight under my bed. That's why I have contacts. I used to have glasses but I kept forgetting where I put them and decided to use contacts instead.
I pick up the trail of books on the ground as I walk over to what I assume is my desk, and set everything down. Then I start to clean up the room.
My roommate is so messy. I find things like feathers, napkins, dollar bills, drawings, and pictures inside books for bookmarks.
I sit on, what I, again, assume is my bed and start to read a book without a cover.This should be interesting. It's a romance novel about multiple guys liking the same girl.
'Wow, that girl must feel very pressured if she has to pick one of them to be her boyfriend," I thought to myself.
"Don't you know it's rude to touch other people’s stuff," someone behind me says.
"I know it's rude but it's even ruder to sneak up on someone," I say, turning around.
Behind me stood a girl with two long ginger ponytails tied with red ribbons. Her bangs cover her tired, light brown eyes which show that she must have been staying up all night reading. She wore no jewelry and carried a stack of books in her arms, showing that she has been to the library. She looked slightly shorter than me.
"Oh, who are you to lecture me when you are the ruder one," she replies.
"How am I the ruder one when you leave your books everywhere, including on my belongings," I fire back.
"How interesting,” she says as she practically throws her books down on her bed. Those poor babies. “Usually, people would be pissed or embarrassed at me for scolding them. You, however, are different.”
"Yeah, I'm different. But aren't we all?" I say.
"Amelia Harper," she states, holding out her hand.
"Charlotte Bennett," I take her hand and we shake.
"Do you like to read?" she asks me.
"Yep," I respond.
"YEASSSS," she shouts, tackling me in a surprise hug.
I almost fall over but quickly catch my balance. "Um, Amelia? Can you please let go of me. I kinda need oxygen," I choke out.
"Oops. Sorry about that.” She releases me and I take a huge breath of air. “I get really excited when I find out that someone in this school can actually read," she says, sheepishly.
"It's okay. So, what do you mean by no one in this school can read?" I ask.
"Even though this is an elite high school, no one here actually cares about their grades. Most people are only in here because their families are rich and important," she answers, rolling her eyes.
"What about those who have scholarships?" I curiously ask.
"They kinda care, but they're too busy going to parties and trying to be popular. That causes them to lose their scholarships and be kicked out. Literally no one in this school even knows where the library is, except for me and my friends," she says, shaking her head.
"But anyway, enough about that. Dinner is going to start in a few minutes so you should hurry up if you want to be one of the first ones to eat. Trust me, it's going to be worth all the hard work once you get to eat the best meal of your life!" She excitedly throws her hands in the air.
"Thanks, Amelia," I say.
"No problemo," she says, smiling.
Then, I went to the bathroom to prepare for dinner. The bathroom looks like a five-star hotel bathroom. Typical for a private school.
'I should not make friends,' I thought to myself, 'Remember about what happened with him."
I turn on the faucet and wash my hands before splashing water onto my face. I look into the mirror and stare at my reflection.
"Charlotte, this is a private high school. You are trying to get a better education and possibly a better life. You are not here to make friends or goof around." I tell myself.
I dry my face and exit the bathroom, Amelia was sitting on her bed, reading a book. She looks up at me when she hears the door.
"Oh, you're finished that fast? I thought you would take longer," she says, surprised.
"Eh, I don't really care what I look like. Can we go now? I want to get 'the best meal of my life'" I say, mimicking her voice.
"Okay, let's go," she says smiling and rolling her eyes at me
We exit our room and I start to follow Amelia.
"Okay, new kid. Listen closely, I’m about to tell you everything you need to know if you want to survive at this school. So basically, this school is full of jerks, airheads, and idiots who don't give a single crap about you. Granted, there are some nice kids here and there, yes. But it's really hard to find people like them since all anyone cares about is their reputation or looks," she tells me as we walk towards the cafeteria.
"Do you know anyone that's actually nice?" I nervously ask as I follow her.
"Well, it's hard to tell because almost everyone at this school thinks of themselves as so high and mighty. You can't tell if a person is actually being nice or if they’re faking it. For example, Amber Noble. She thinks she's hot shit. It gets very annoying," she told me, rolling her eyes.
I suddenly felt happy at the thought of having someone else like me by my side. Who doesn't worship the upper social class like they are gods? I finally felt as though Amelia could be my first real best friend.
As we walked, a sudden wave of dread washed away my happiness. I feel as though something bad is going to happen. I shake my head and continue walking. It's probably nothing. Just when I’m about to relax, I hear the loud clicking noise of heels walking behind us.
"Oh, Amelia. I see you finally found yourself another geeky friend. Although, who knows why anyone would want to be friends with you." The girl laughs in high pitched voice. Almost sounds like a hyena.
"Oh no, Amber, please stop talking,” Amelia grabs her ears and dramatically crumples to the floor. “You know what the sound of your voice does to my sensitive little ears. I think I'm starting to bleed a little bit," she sarcastically lets out a fake whine.
Amber Noble, who looks like a life-sized Barbie doll, sends a nasty glare at Amelia. She’s tall with long, wavy blonde hair tied into a large ponytail with a thick, black ribbon. Her eyes are a bright blue with a hint of menace buried deep within.
"Hey, New Girl. Wanna ditch the loser and hang out with me, instead?" she asks as she turns to me with a smirk.
I'm starting to dislike Amber. A lot. Her annoying voice and her expectation that everyone must listen to and do as she wants. Ugh, it frustrates me so much.
"No thank you,” I say with a smile, sweetness dripping from my voice. “Can you please get out of our way? We’re going to the cafeteria and you're blocking the path."
Amber looks at me with a shocked expression on her face, which quickly turns to disgust. "Fine, New Kid. I offered my friendship and you turned it down. Congrats! You're now a part of the losers club! I hope you're happy.” she replies to me, with a smug look on her face.
I looked at my wrist and pretended to be checking the time. I looked up at Amber. "Oh! Sorry I didn't realize you were talking! I was too busy seeing what time my appointment with my real friends is at. Would you like to repeat yourself?” Amber clenched her fists and glared at me as if she could shoot daggers out of her eyes.
Before she can say anything else, I say, “Actually, please don't. I already got my 8 hours of sleep and I'm afraid if I get any more I'll get overtired,” I faked a sad smile, grabbed Amelia's arm and walked into the cafeteria with her leaving Miss Drama Queen back there speechless.
"Wow! I’ve never seen anyone talk to Amber like that! Well except me.” Amelia has a huge smile on her face. She looks like a proud mother.
"Why don't people stand up to her?" I ask her as we walk past tables of kids eating their food.
"Amber's father is the principal and the main founder of the school. She blackmails people into doing things for her and threatens to get them thrown out of the school if they don't do as she says, so no one dares," she explains to me.
"That's so unfair,” I exclaim. “She should get expelled.”
"Come on. Do you really think her own father is going to expel her? Anyways, thanks for standing up for me. It's hard to find someone who can resist Amber's offer of 'friendship.’” She put the word in air quotes. “So thank you for wanting to be my friend," she tells me, with a genuine smile on her face.
“How could I not be friends with you, you're so nice! I'm just glad you want to be my friend too,” I smile at her.
"Maybe we shouldn't limit ourselves to just being friends…” We stop walking and she looks up at me, directly into my eyes.
“Uuuuhhhh…..” I didn't know where this was going but I was starting to get slightly uncomfortable. Just a little bit.
Amelia closed her eyes and leaned in, closer to my face and I leaned back, further from her hers. I didn't know she felt this way! We'd just met like 20 minutes ago! How could she catch feeling that quickly!?! She continued to lean in as I leaned back and I opened my mouth to say something when… She suddenly snaps her head back and shouts, “We should be best friends!!!” We both laughed hysterically as we made our way to an empty table and sat down. We started talking and the conversations caught in quickly. Everything went smoothly and we soon realized we had so much in common and a similar outlook on things. Not to mention our senses of humor were very similar.
‘I'm really going to enjoy this friendship’ I think to myself as I smile at Amelia, talking about anything and everything, laughing between sentences. 'If I know one thing for sure, Amelia is definitely going to be a much better friend than him.’
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