She was a troubled orphan, and she had been nothing but that for the first 17 years of her life. Bouncing from foster homes to detention centers and back again. She was tough, it was how she had to be. And she was fine with that, until one day her idiot of a social worker was told she had potential. So what do they do? They enroll her in a rich stuffy boarding school in hopes that she will stop her destructive path and let her true potential show. Great, can life get any worse?

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Prologue

She was the girl who sat in the back of class. The one who was constantly in the office and barely ever in school in the first place. She was the one who slept instead of studied and she was the one who had an automatic shield to anyone who tried to come too close.

She found out that her parents had left her at a church when she was two, when she was 5, and heard a couple of the nuns, at the orphanage she was in, talking. She found out that there wasn’t any Santa or Easter Bunny about two weeks later. When she turned 6, her best and only friend was adopted and taken away from her and when she turned 8, the orphanage she had called a home since she could remember was closed and she was sent out into the world of foster homes.

She learned to be tough when she turned 9 and the older boy at one of the foster homes she was in thought that him and his friends would have some fun with her and started pushing her around. She entered her first detention home when she was 11 after breaking a kid in her schools nose when they started saying how no one wanted her.

The kids were cruel. The world was cruel. So she put up a defense, she became crueler, tougher, and that was her way of life.

She got arrested for the first time when she turned 13 and lost her virginity at 14 to a 18-year-old. She grew up fast and preferred it that way.

No one ever did want her. All the foster homes she went to would eventually adopt, but her, she just got sent to the next one. They said she was too quiet, and that they wanted an outgoing kid that maybe one day would call them mom and dad. But she knew better, she knew not to get attached to anyone. No one ever wanted her and she was fine with that.

She didn’t want anyone either.

She stood at about 5’10’’ and had light brown hair that hung around her mid back and was usually thrown up in a messy bun. Her eyes were a dull blue that didn’t sparkle and didn’t have any beautiful twinkle to them, just a dull blue gray. She wasn’t skin and bones and actually ate so she wouldn’t be, but unlucky for her, she never gained anything so was the average weight for her height, maybe a little below. She had no striking features and no special talents. She was always told she was beautiful if she would just try and act like a normal teenage girl by dressing nice and buying some lipstick, but that wasn’t her. The only make up she owned was black eyeliner, mascara, and a tube of clear lip-gloss.

She wasn’t about to be something she wasn’t.

She read for fun. Books were her way out and away from the cold world she knew. She didn’t play sports or follow any shows, and she definitely didn’t make any friends. She was known as many different things at each place that she went. The school slut, because the girls boyfriends would flirt with her no matter how many times she would turn them down. The ice bitch because she refused to be nice. The loner or the nobody because she didn’t try to join any groups and was quiet. But most of all, she was the trouble maker, the one who talked back to teachers and refused to fall into line.

She was just Melanie Smith. Yeah, Smith. The name of the church she grew up in. Her birth parents never told the nuns her real last name, not that she wanted to be burdened with a name of the people who didn’t want her, but they did say her name was Melanie. She hadn’t used that name in so long though, preferring to be called Mel. It was easier, simpler, and she hated anything that her so-called parents had given her. They gave her life and a name but they couldn’t pull through and actually give her love or a family. So she didn’t want anything from them.

She had one more year. One more year and she would be 18. She could finally leave New York, the state that ‘owned her’ and get away and do what she wanted, not having to worry about social workers, foster homes, or probation officers. One more year and she would be free.

But it would figure that some one would screw that up. Annie, her social worker since she was a kid, told her to do just one assignment and wouldn’t leave her alone until she did. So she said screw it and wrote the pointless essay for her English class.

Just one stupid pointless essay and everything changed.

Her professor couldn’t believe it and at first checked for any sign of plagiarism. Yeah, like she would ever stoop that low. After he found it came from her, the idiot went and told her social worker and now she was being sent away.

But not to another foster home or detention center. No. She was being sent to northern Wisconsin on a scholarship to the second highest-ranking boarding school in the US. A preppy stuffy school filled with the heirs of a bunch of millionaires.

All because of a stupid essay.

This was not what she needed.

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This was an idea I have had for a long time, before I ever even started writing and I decided to just write it and get it over with. Second Hand Soda will still be updated though.

Rating will rise eventually, I know that much. This chapter may have seemed a bit…sad? But this is the prologue, something I never did before and thought that I would try before I really start the story. Not going to be a full-blown cliché, it will definitely have it's own twist and I will be building on the characters as I go along.

Anyways, I hope you like it.

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Kellie