Sorry for not writing in a long time, but I thought I should give you a break from my non-stop posting. So, you guys seem to like it more when I just talk about my writing, because that’s what you came here for! So, I started naming my chapters, and here is the next one!
Camden Waleson smiled as he neared the campus of Persky. Another year, a new start, this time as a sophomore. Camden was something of a local celebrity at Persky as the president of the charity clubs and the vice-president of the student council. Camden’s family, especially his stepfather always swelled in pride whenever Camden’s name came up in conversation, despite how different his attitude was towards his family. He was the all-around good guy and teenage heartthrob, he got good grades and he was well-known, what more could a father want from his son? Most of all, he couldn’t wait to see Scarlette again.
Scarlette Ashworth was the epitome of near-perfection, and Camden’s girlfriend- even though Camden was exceptional, he didn’t shine as brightly next to her. She was the top student in every class, the only girl who beat him to the president position. She was different from the giggly girls in the hallway and she had a brain- Camden could respect her for that. Sometimes people asked him how he put up with her and were impressed when he said they were dating. “You can keep up with her man? Good for you!” Camden didn’t mind it… much.
This year is a new year. A year to change things, a year to grow, Camden decided as the driver pulled up next to the large entrance of his school. Camden climbed out of the backseat and his chauffeur got his luggage out of the trunk, much to Camden’s annoyance.
“You don’t have to do every single little thing for me, it’s not enjoyable for either of us Damian,” Camden told him, reaching for his suitcases. Damian pulled them out of his reach quickly with ease, being the tall, athletic man he was.
“I take commands from your stepfather. Do you think you’ll be set for the year?” Damian’s low, intimidating rumble would have scared most of the students at Persky, but Camden responded that he would be fine and thanked Damian. Damian nodded and even gave Camden a rare smile and awkward handshake as a goodbye.
Camden turned to find his large black heap of luggage sitting there at the foot of the outside steps of his school. Slowly smiling, Camden mentally thanked Damian and pulled it up the steps. In two days, the new school year would start. A new year, a year to change. Camden was ready for it.
“-you and I will be young forever-” Katy Perry’s voice blared from Blair’s cell phone, interrupting the relative quiet of her dorm room. Blair groaned as she hit the snooze button on her phone with a little more force than she intended to. The phone slid towards the edge of Blair’s nightstand. “No!” Blair shrieked, coming out of her sleepy trance, and hit her ribs hard again the nightstand’s edge as she grabbed her phone just in time.
Blair was almost sobbing in relief when she heard the sound of a key turning in her dorm room’s lock. Blair’s eyes widened in horror as she ran into her dorm bathroom (see what I mean when I say rich kids? They don’t have to share one bathroom down the hall) and hoped that she wouldn’t be seen in her pajamas. Once she realized how stupid hiding there was, the door opened and a girl’s high-pitched voice called “Hello? Is there anybody here?”
Blair put on her best friendly smile, hoped her hair wasn’t messy, hoped her pajamas weren’t wrinkled and made her way out the bathroom doors. She was almost out when she tripped and grabbed the nearest thing she could find to hold herself up (which happened to be the hairdryer). Blair’s surprised shriek and the loud blast of noise from the hairdryer attracted the girl’s attention. She walked over to the bathroom entrance to find a girl with tangled platinum blonde hair in a ponytail on the ground, struggling to get up. The girl didn’t even looked surprised at the scene, she simply walked over and turned off the wailing hairdryer.
Blair slowly pushed herself up, trying to ignore the pain in her knees and brushed herself off. “Thanks,” she said, hoping that the awkward situation would be forgotten. She took a look at her savior, taking in her small stature, big brown eyes and short black bob. The two of them walked out of the bathroom.
Blair tried for a smile again, but the small girl just asked “Are you my roommate, Blair Henle?” Suddenly, Blair’s alarm that she set for when she would actually wake up ten minutes later started playing ‘Teenage Dream’ at top volume level.
Curse Miss Rechard. Blair cringed but kept her smile, “Yup.”
Lara Elion stood there for what seemed like eternity with Katy Perry playing the entire time. Finally, she just blinked, her face clear of emotion. “Oh.”
Blair needed an excuse to get out of the dorm. School started in two days, she figured she should get to know the campus to avoid being lost later. After getting dressed in an old t-shirt with a band name on it and some jeans (nobody was there yet) she set out. The school at nine in the morning was strangely empty and peaceful. More people would be arriving that afternoon but Blair was determined to get around before it got crowded.
Blair walked around the fountain in the beautiful gardens, the remote stone arches on the other side of the campus near a forest. There was an amphitheater in a meadow and a large lake. Long tree-lined paths and courtyards dotted the entire campus. dBlair thought that Persky was more like a company that owned a city instead of a school because it owned so many landmarks. But by far, Blair’s favorite was the top of one of the towers. The panoramic view of the land around the campus, a variety of green fields dotted with colorful flowers, orchards with cherry wood benches. Blair felt like she was the only one in the world up there, looking at the world in a new way. The scenery made Blair think of home, with her father and her mother in their grand estate. Blair knew she wasn’t among the most aristocratic family members that attended Persky- in fact, she was quite far. Instead of Blair’s family coming from a long line of people with old family money or being a royal her father made his own company, one that Blair, as the only child of Gordon Henle, would take over.
People found it odd that Blair was her father’s heir- if they had a daughter, why wouldn’t they try for a son? One day when Blair was young, she ran to her father and asked him why that was. Her father had sat there in his grand office with glass walls and wall-to-wall bookshelves, smoking a cigar in his desk when he said the wisest words Blair had ever heard:
“Ha! This is the twenty-first century. I don’t need a child of a certain gender to take over! It doesn’t matter if I had a daughter or a son, because I believe that any child of mine will be able to handle themselves, it’s not genetically possible that I would have an idiot as a child. Listen Blair, just ignore what they say and work twice as hard, eh?”
That was the day that Blair realized how many people were counting on her to fail, and she vowed to see to her success and work twice as hard. She had come to Persky for the rest of her high school education to see that goal through once and for all.
Scarlette was not happy. No, she was not happy at all. She had planned to get to Persky on the same day as Camden but her flight had been cancelled.
So she had one of her father’s men drive her two hours to the airport only to find that she came for nothing. Scarlette had a feeling (and her hunches were always right- Scarlette was just that way) that there was something wrong with the engine. Scarlette usually kept up with the records of how many crashes had been recorded for each airline to find the safest and most reliable one, but since today was the day that most students arrived at Persky all the seats had been taken for the flight belonging to the safest airline. Scarlette had planned ahead of time and had phoned the people at the second-safest airline to see if she could catch a seat. And of course, the airline knowing of Scarlette and her reputation, not to mention her family line, said “Of course!”
But here she was. And Scarlette was ballistic- Ashworths did not settle for mediocrity. It was what she had been taught since she could walk, or rather, strut in a way that said “Back off, this room is mine.” But her confidence was well-deserved, and as arrogant as Scarlette seemed, everyone knew that she really was that great.
If I was part of the crew, this flight would be on its way to D.C., it’s not hard to check your airplane, Scarlette thought bitterly, mentally pulling up a diagram of an engine. All of this was her older brother’s fault. Isaac decided that he needed to see the new art gallery opening in Paris, and meet up with one of his old girlfriends, Madeline. Scarlette personally thought that she was low-class and horrid, and she didn’t even care that she was girlfriend number three hundred sixty- two… of the ones Isaac was currently in a relationship in. Scarlette felt like she had to work twice as hard to prove herself to her father, being the younger child and being a girl, and despite Scarlette being everything a father could want in a child and more. He’d handed over the private plane to his son and successor.
Scarlette had decided she needed to step up her game even more the get her father to notice her. This year was going to be different. She had her amazing, talented boyfriend, was goint to be the president of the student council as a sophomore (an extremely impressive feat), she was an amazing athlete and musician, and she was acing her AP classes. But she needed to improve and fast if she wanted to succeed and be looked up to as a working woman.
It would need to happen this year, for the sake of her dying relationship with her father.
Lara didn’t exactly have the best luck when it came to roommates. That morning, after a long flight (Lara was touring around Russia for the summer), she had gotten her roommate assignments and key early so she was looking forward to getting in the room and collapsing in her bed. But fate had other plans for her, and Lara was a very superstitious person so she wondered what she had done wrong when she heard the worst song ever blasting through the door, if that was even possible.
She opened the door, dreading whoever would greet her on the other side. As soon as she saw the large room with two large beds on either side of the room with two nightstands and lamps, a shelf and a desk, Lara immediately noticed that one side of the room, the one closer to the large window had an unmade bed. “Hello? Is anybody here?” she had asked and she heard a girl cry out and the loud screaming of a hairdryer and there was a loud thump. She had made her way into the large marble bathroom where she saw a girl in a rumpled tank top and sweatpants with her hair in the messiest ponytail ever on the floor.
The girl was stereotypical Persky: pretty, maybe a bit ditsy and clumsy, blonde, and probably filthy rich. When Lara turned off the hairdryer, she had seemed nice enough and when the loud music started making Lara’s ears want to die she had been embarrassed and apologetic but Lara still had the feeling she was in for a heck of a year.
Her beliefs had been proven true.
A.N. Alright, I know you guys probably hate author’s notes, but I have to say, I had no plan and I had no idea for how this would turn out. I was going to make Blair the most annoying, whiny and unlikeable characters, but as soon I started writing, I made her more and more like me instead of the original plan. I also put a lot of me into Scarlette, and in my mind she was this super-cool boss, but I see she’s kind of arrogant and uptight and I will understand if you dislike her. It’s interesting to compare Blair and Scarlette. Also, I like Damian so much, and he didn’t even exist originally, nor did Isaac. Hang on tight guys and wait for chapter three!