Chapter 1: Better Days

Better days that you had

And you blame it on fate

You've got a bitter feeling in the back of your head

And concentration's asleep

How do you do the things you do

And go on living your life?


The one place people can't wait to get out of. Or is that just me? I mean, it's that this school doesn't sucks— okay I lied, it does. I just can't really understand why my parents sent me to a private boarding school.

Private boarding school of all places.

Now here I am sitting in an empty classroom with this old lady while she gives me a speech on my behavior and how I should hang out with the 'right crowd' instead of the 'wrong crowd'.

Blah, blah, blah.

"Marilyn, are you even listening to me!" the old lady yelled.

No. "Yes, ma'am." I lied.

"Now," she said as she composed herself, "I want to see you here after school for the whole week."

What the...? "Are you serious?" I eyed Mrs. Carson wryly.

"Yes I am serious. You need to learn to be discipled." Mrs. Carson walked to her desk and took out a pink slip and wrote something on it. She handled me the paper and I snatched it out of her hand.

"I don't need to be discipled and if that's why you think I'm here, you're wrong. Very, very wrong." I growled in her face and before she could say anything, I left the room with a grim look on my face.

As I made my way back to the dorms, my roommate Melody Fields strolled by side with a grim look on her face as well.

The first day, I came here Melody gave a tour of the school and we clicked automatically. I'm pretty sure that my old friends would like her as well.

But I'm a little jealous of her. She's got naturally tan skin and naturally bouncy curls and her curves in all the right places. I'm pretty sure that would take weeks for me to get all of that. I mean, I already have tan skin even though my parents aren't of different races, but instead of having curly hair, I have wavy hair, and my curves don't show at all. I guess its cause I eat too much junk.

"Hey Melody." I said a bit cheerfully.

"Hey Marilyn." Melody said with no emotion in her voice.

I stopped walking and I grabbed Melody's hand and pulled down to closet bench I saw. We sat and I asked her what was wrong.

"Nothing." She smiled, but I knew it wasn't real. Trust me, I would know.

"Mel, please."

Melody sighed. "Fine. I got invited to a party."

I arched my eyebrows. "Isn't that a good thing?"

"No!" I jumped a little by her outburst. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell. It's... I have no one to go with."

My face softened. "I'll go with you." I said meekly.

Melody's face brightened. "Really?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah."

Mel pulled me into a hug and I hugged back. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." She said into my shoulder. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

I pulled out of the hug. "I'm just glad you're happy." Which was the truth. I have a tendency to put others before me. Well at least that's what my best friends said a few months ago.

"So, I'll see you tonight for the party."

"Yeah." Then I remember.. "No, you won't."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I have detention."

A wave of emotions ran over Melody's face and finally there was none. "When did you get it?"


"It'll start on Monday."

I smiled. Normally my Fridays consistent of doing absolutely nothing, but watching movies and eating junk food, and now I finally have something to do. Even if it is for one night. "Okay. See you later."


Maybe my day can better as long as nothing bad comes way. A boy was I... wrong?