Ah shit… I think to myself. Here I am getting dressed for school and I find myself dropping my makeup palette. Well at least my makeup's done. I braid my blonde hair quickly and grab a black bag. I take one last look at myself in the mirror. Heels? Check. Dark makeup? Check. Loose shirt? Check. Perfect fit pants? Check.

It's not like anyone cares. My subconscious tells me. Unfortunately she was wrong. I'm not dressing up because I want to, in fact I'd rather not go through this every morning. But a reputation is a reputation and I'd do anything to keep mine. The friendless cold-hearted girl on campus. In a school of rich brats you have to set some sort of boundary between you and those idiots. I'd rather be friendless and cold than a backstabbing son of a bitch. But that's just my opinion.

Walking out of my room I'm greeted by some of the housemaids. I have a ton of siblings and my parents work most of the time, the maids are here basically to do everything my parents can't. I have 3 younger sisters, 4 younger brothers, and 2 older adopted siblings. Not that I mind, they're one of the few people that understand why I opt not to have friends. I head downstairs quickly; I'll just stop by the school café for something to eat on the way to homeroom.

My driver, Carl, already started the car. I sit down in the back seat and put on my shades. I nod at Carl and he nods back before driving off out my family's estate. My phone rings, I find it in my bag and answer it.

"Ms. Elaina, where would you like me to drop you off?" Carl asks me.

"The Café." I reply. He nods once more and leaves me to my thoughts.

We just had a one week break off from school. I wonder how that's changed some people. I look out the window and I see one of my classmates, a guy, rides off with loud music and a couple of girls on his convertible. I roll my eyes. Brats, spoiled high school brats. We arrive at the school café earlier than I'd expected. School wasn't going to start until 8:00, which was 30 minutes from now. I take my bag and tell Carl to pick me up at 4 today and head into the café.

"Good morning!" I'm greeted by the usual waitress, Claire, she's a pretty brunette that wears red lipstick to work. She knows me well, at least, better than anyone else knows me.

"Morning." I say briefly as I walk up to the counter. She already pulls out a tray from her right that has a grilled salmon sandwich on it, with it is a cup of their infamous angel latte.

"That'll be the usual, right?" She says to me. I nod at her and place my card on the counter. She takes it, slides it through the machine, and hands it back to me. "Anything else for a change?" I shake my head and she just nods at me and goes back to brewing some coffee for later customers.

There's barely anyone at the café. I sit myself down in an isolated corner with a comfortable armchair. Bringing out my Macbook I open my e-mail. There are a few e-mails from my grandmother, my parents, and some from my older brother and sister. I reply briefly to each one. But one stands out to me the most. It was a message from our school registrar.

To: Elaina Richelieu

From: St. Felicitia Academy Noticeboard

Cc:

Bcc:

Subject: Incoming New Student & Notice for Meeting

This e-mail was sent to inform you that there will be a new student coming into your class: Blake C. West.

There will also be a meeting involving you and the Zeniths. Please come immediately after school to the Student Meeting Room. We appreciate your cooperation.

Within my school: Felicitia Academy we have these student e-mails that the school uses to contact us with. It's normal for us to have e-mails about new students, faculty, sometimes even misc. employees. Another thing is that the Zeniths are those kids that are at the top of their game. They have to be high in academics and citizenship (although sometimes you might want to question their standards because some of them are real snobby). Which is why I'm not one of them. My academics are sky-high but my citizenship goes well below hell at the moment.

I eat my sandwich and when I'm done, I relax and slowly sip my coffee. There're more people coming into the café now Most of them staying away from me, others sit close thinking they're like me. They couldn't be more wrong. Unlike them, I actually do well in my academics and I don't hang out in groups to listen to head banging rock songs. (Not that there's anything wrong with that but you get my point.)

So as soon as I finished my coffee I stood up, left a tip, and went straight out of there. But I wasn't lucky enough to make a nice quiet escape.

"Well if it isn't Elaina. I suppose you weren't doing much of anything over the break right? Other than drugs and alcohol I suppose? Hm?" Great, the bitch is here. I'm referring to someone named Rachel Blackwood, the bitch that dates the star player of our wonderful soccer team. I roll my eyes before I turn to around to face her.

"Ah, well if it isn't Rachel Blackwood, how's your manwhore of a boyfriend doing?" I say with a smile I could see that she was about to protest but I walked out on her before she could say anymore. What she had to say didn't matter. I had to get to class. It seems like today's just going to be like any other shit day I've been living…