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Chapter 1

Life. A thing we should treasure most. People who mean the most to us are our life. This is something I'd want.. Or even want to feel. But no, my life lets no time for that 'crap' according to mum. I love her but at the same time I can't stand her.

Where am I now...staring into a black oblivion engulfing the rich English land, the only light coming from the odd lorry. The only down side of being a 14year old, with no say, having rich parents who cart him around. Yeah that's me. But now I'm on the way to a boarding school, St. Bellaire Academy to be exact. Letting this opportunity escape, is like being in a desert on the verge of death, and the bottle of water you find.. You decide 'fuck it imma throw it at the wind'. Pathetic right? That's what I'm trying to put across.

Bright city lights start bouncing along the glass. Shining like a crystal reflecting the universe. Pulling me out of thoughts and into an astronomical dream felt gaze.

The crackling of thunder in the distance brings back my thoughts. Oh how I wish for lightening to strike this car. The only reason I don't want it to, is a perfectly good Mercedes-Benz will be obliterated. Urgh! Who am I kidding, this car has wheels! As you may tell, science isn't one of my strongest subjects.
So perhaps a plane will drop a bomb on us... hmm not likely to happen. If you haven't guessed already, I day dream A LOT!

"Stop being such a drama queen Lee!" My mum shrieks. I look over at her with a confused daze. "I'd know that look from anywhere. God, that irritating habit had to be the one you picked up from your father..." Wow complements much? This is what I mean about my parents. Yeah they're not like evil masterminds, but they're not saints either. Or maybe that's just to me.

"You'll enjoy it you know..." She reassures me. I give her a questioning look. "All the most prestigious children attend.." Wow..now pause.. PRESTIGOUS! That to me sounds like posh snobs that buy the same trousers as Simon Cowell, shop at potato sack stores, all own some kind of weird golden instrument, well need I go on? No. But why? I'm not the type to be 'prestigious', never will or want to be. I'm artistic shall we say… Black hair (naturally straight may I add) which reaches my shoulders, turquoise eyes, small frame, about 5"2, I love band t-shirts… "LEE!" I immediately zone back.
"Yes mum?" I whimper. "Listen, We're paying good money for this school. I don't want to hear you causing trouble, or anything or the sort. Yes?"
"Yes" I mumble.
"Good. Oh darling but you do look lovely in your new blazer!"
I nod in reply. Well I'm not lying when I agree that I look good in it. The school colour is turquoise, which makes my eyes gleam like crystals.
It's a black blazer with turquoise rim. The style fits me to a T. I guess my skinny jeans and converse don't really look posh…but hey, at least they're black!
"Mum?" I ask
"Yes?"
"Do you think...you know" I look down at my feet "That I'll fit in?"
She pauses. Great, this is now a moment you're going to witness that she shoots me down and… "Of course you will darling"
I look up at her with watery eyes.
"How can you be so sure?" I question
"Well, because I organized someone to look after you obviously." Way to kill a heart filled moment mum.
"Thanks Mum…I guess" My eyes slowly terminate and I'm left to wander in a Cimmerian shade, throughout the time, the world stirs around me.

*Author note*
So guys how'd you like the story so far? It's quite a short chapter but the other ones I promise will be longer! Update coming soon. Reviews are appreciated. (•^.^•)
Beth xox