Pearls, chapter 1
2 in the morning
"When you try your best but you don't succeed,
When you get what you want but not what you need-"
I turned off the radio.
Stupid fucking Coldplay. Why the fuck does Coldplay have to relate to me?
Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. Where's that fucking maid? I know we have at least 3, where the fuck are they? I have such a fucking bad hangover.
FUCK!
I lifted my head up and pressed a buzzer that would bring someone to me.
A maid hurried into my room.
"Yes, Miss Chloe?" She quickly asked.
I paused for a moment.
"Can you please get me some aspirin? Yeah, water and aspirin, please," I said.
"Yes, Miss Chloe," the maid said and hurried out of my room.
I looked into a mirror and examined my reflection.
I was hot, with bright grey eyes, long wavy hair that the Olsen twins would kill for, and a killer bod that every model wished they had.
I was hot. At least I wasn't a bitch about it.
The maid was back, with a whole bottle of aspirin and a liter of smartwater.
Great, the little bitch thought I was stupid. Stupid hoe.
"Is that all Miss Chloe?" the maid asked.
She noticed my look and was backing hurridly out of the room. Smart too. I shook my head no. By this point she ran out of the room. I laughed, then winced.
Stupid fucking hangover!
I drank the water and aspirin and waited for it to take effect. It took 30 minutes and by that time I fell asleep.
Next Morning
I woke up to my mom shaking me.
"Chloe, get UP!!" my mother screamed.
How amazing. She looked always prissy, predictable and sophisticated. Figures. We've been paying two hundred dollars a day for Botox. It better work.
"Chloe, your going to high school," my mother sniffed.
That shot me up.
"WHAT?!? I am NOT going to a school with a bunch of little plastics who are losers and are poorer than me, and try to make me feel POOR! I AM NOT POOR GODDAMIT!! I don't want to go to school with a bunch of losers who can barely spell! I am in FREAKING SENIOR YEAR IN MY BOARDING SCHOOL!! EVEN THOUGHT I SHOULD BE IN 8th GRADE!! THIS IS NOT FAIR!!" I screamed.
My mom tried to look amused, but looked instead like she swallowed a lemon.
"You will go, you need to know about the real world. And you're going today. Have Pierre drive you, and you will go to the school at 11:00," she said and walked out the room.
I groaned. My mom was probably sticking Botox in her arm now. High school?
God, my mom is a bitch. I groaned and pulled myself out of bed and walked to my closet. Scratch that, more like bonus room. All dedicated to my clothes. Fucking conceited daddy's little rich girl.
I laughed. I barely saw my parents. They were always at dinner parties, Europe, Japan, wherever money called. That's the way my family rolled. Back to my choosing of clothes.
I chose a Clash Tee-shirt, Citizen of Humanity jeans, Converse, Chanel jacket and a baby-blue Fendi bag. I put my wallet in there and walked down 5 flights of stairs until I came to the kitchen.
"Morning Chloe," my driver, chef and personal shopper said.
I sighed.
"Morning Pierre, what have I got for today?" I asked.
He looked at a thin sheet of paper.
"So it's 9:00 right now, you need to go to Staples, pick up school supplies, pick up coffee and go to school," Pierre said.
I groaned and took a bite of my delicious omlette. I couldn't eat it though. I was going to high school. I still can't get over that.
Pierre sighed.
"Get over it girl! Your a sophmore, and your in senior classes. You should feel smart and accomplished!" he said.
"Pierre, your paid to tell me that," I retorted.
"True girl, but you are smart so you should ace this," he said.
I laughed.
"All right, get your fat ass to the Rolls, we go to school in STYLE!" I grinned.
"That's the Chloe I know!" Pierre laughed.
At Starbucks
We had already got my binder and stuff and stopped at Starbucks to get some Latte's and coffee's.
"Vanilla Latte and Regular coffee please," I muttered and moved to a seat.
However, being the klutz that I am, I bumped into tall guy, and spilled his coffee.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, please let me buy you another coffee," I said.
"You sure? I mean, it's just coffee. Hey shouldn't you be in school?" he said.
I looked at him. He looked vaguely familiar, like I saw him before. Then it came to me. He was Mike Dirnt, I met him at one of my parent's parties. Not that I would remember really well. I was stoned and drunk.
"Umm...I think I met you before. Mike Dirnt right? My name is Chloe Provance," I said and extended my hand.
He gave me an amused glance as he shook my hand.
"You were the drunk and stoned one right?" he said.
I laughed.
"Right on," I said.
He laughed and sat down in a chair.
"Aren't you supposed to be in school? Where do you go to school? My daughter Estelle goes to Ridgeback High. I assume you are going ther?" he asked.
Damn, this guy liked questions. I looked at my sheet of paper where it had my schedule.
"Yeah, I'm going to Ridgeback High. Looks like I skipped 3 periods already!" I said cheerfully.
Mike and Pierre laughed. Then Pierre frowned.
"We better get going girl, before you get a detention on your first day," Pierre said.
Mike nodded in agreement.
"Ok, I'll see you later Chloe," he said.
"Bye Mike!" I replied, and walked out of Starbucks to the Rolls, got in and waited for about 15 minutes to get to Ridgeback High.
Pierre opened the door for me.
"We're here Chloe," Pierre said.
I groaned, pulled myself out of the car and looked around.
It was a pretty school in a Victorian/homey/cozy way. The office building was made of bricks and had some vines going up. The classrooms looked the same.
I took a deep breath and walked to the office.
In the Office
"Hi! What are you doing here?" the receptionist asked.
I noticed she was immensely fat and had the longest fake nails I've ever seen.
I hate fake nails.
"Umm..I'm a new student..so...I figured I have to come here first?" I replied lamely.
"Oh yes! Principal Suzie said something about a new student. You're Chlooe right?" she said and snapped her gum.
She said my name wrong. I hate it when people say my name wrong and snap their gum.
"CHLOE Provance. Yeah, I'm new," I said, imagining ways for her to die.
"All right honey, it's 4th period right now, here take this pass so you don't get in trouble," she said.
I took it and walked the halls trying to find my Pre-Calculus class. On the way, I bumped into a punk, a really tall one with startling green eyes.
"Watch where your going prep," he said really meanly.
"Oh, umm, hi, I'm new here. Do you know where the Pre-Calculus room is?" I asked trying to hold my bag and binder without slipping.
"Yeah, over there, Room 341," he said without emotion, pointing to the corridor and left.
"Thanks!" I called over my back.
He waved his hand and I set off to Pre-Calculus.
"When you try your best but you don't succeed,
When you get what you want but not what you need-"
I turned off the radio.
Stupid fucking Coldplay. Why the fuck does Coldplay have to relate to me?
Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. Where's that fucking maid? I know we have at least 3, where the fuck are they? I have such a fucking bad hangover.
FUCK!
I lifted my head up and pressed a buzzer that would bring someone to me.
A maid hurried into my room.
"Yes, Miss Chloe?" She quickly asked.
I paused for a moment.
"Can you please get me some aspirin? Yeah, water and aspirin, please," I said.
"Yes, Miss Chloe," the maid said and hurried out of my room.
I looked into a mirror and examined my reflection.
I was hot, with bright grey eyes, long wavy hair that the Olsen twins would kill for, and a killer bod that every model wished they had.
I was hot. At least I wasn't a bitch about it.
The maid was back, with a whole bottle of aspirin and a liter of smartwater.
Great, the little bitch thought I was stupid. Stupid hoe.
"Is that all Miss Chloe?" the maid asked.
She noticed my look and was backing hurridly out of the room. Smart too. I shook my head no. By this point she ran out of the room. I laughed, then winced.
Stupid fucking hangover!
I drank the water and aspirin and waited for it to take effect. It took 30 minutes and by that time I fell asleep.
Next Morning
I woke up to my mom shaking me.
"Chloe, get UP!!" my mother screamed.
How amazing. She looked always prissy, predictable and sophisticated. Figures. We've been paying two hundred dollars a day for Botox. It better work.
"Chloe, your going to high school," my mother sniffed.
That shot me up.
"WHAT?!? I am NOT going to a school with a bunch of little plastics who are losers and are poorer than me, and try to make me feel POOR! I AM NOT POOR GODDAMIT!! I don't want to go to school with a bunch of losers who can barely spell! I am in FREAKING SENIOR YEAR IN MY BOARDING SCHOOL!! EVEN THOUGHT I SHOULD BE IN 8th GRADE!! THIS IS NOT FAIR!!" I screamed.
My mom tried to look amused, but looked instead like she swallowed a lemon.
"You will go, you need to know about the real world. And you're going today. Have Pierre drive you, and you will go to the school at 11:00," she said and walked out the room.
I groaned. My mom was probably sticking Botox in her arm now. High school?
God, my mom is a bitch. I groaned and pulled myself out of bed and walked to my closet. Scratch that, more like bonus room. All dedicated to my clothes. Fucking conceited daddy's little rich girl.
I laughed. I barely saw my parents. They were always at dinner parties, Europe, Japan, wherever money called. That's the way my family rolled. Back to my choosing of clothes.
I chose a Clash Tee-shirt, Citizen of Humanity jeans, Converse, Chanel jacket and a baby-blue Fendi bag. I put my wallet in there and walked down 5 flights of stairs until I came to the kitchen.
"Morning Chloe," my driver, chef and personal shopper said.
I sighed.
"Morning Pierre, what have I got for today?" I asked.
He looked at a thin sheet of paper.
"So it's 9:00 right now, you need to go to Staples, pick up school supplies, pick up coffee and go to school," Pierre said.
I groaned and took a bite of my delicious omlette. I couldn't eat it though. I was going to high school. I still can't get over that.
Pierre sighed.
"Get over it girl! Your a sophmore, and your in senior classes. You should feel smart and accomplished!" he said.
"Pierre, your paid to tell me that," I retorted.
"True girl, but you are smart so you should ace this," he said.
I laughed.
"All right, get your fat ass to the Rolls, we go to school in STYLE!" I grinned.
"That's the Chloe I know!" Pierre laughed.
At Starbucks
We had already got my binder and stuff and stopped at Starbucks to get some Latte's and coffee's.
"Vanilla Latte and Regular coffee please," I muttered and moved to a seat.
However, being the klutz that I am, I bumped into tall guy, and spilled his coffee.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, please let me buy you another coffee," I said.
"You sure? I mean, it's just coffee. Hey shouldn't you be in school?" he said.
I looked at him. He looked vaguely familiar, like I saw him before. Then it came to me. He was Mike Dirnt, I met him at one of my parent's parties. Not that I would remember really well. I was stoned and drunk.
"Umm...I think I met you before. Mike Dirnt right? My name is Chloe Provance," I said and extended my hand.
He gave me an amused glance as he shook my hand.
"You were the drunk and stoned one right?" he said.
I laughed.
"Right on," I said.
He laughed and sat down in a chair.
"Aren't you supposed to be in school? Where do you go to school? My daughter Estelle goes to Ridgeback High. I assume you are going ther?" he asked.
Damn, this guy liked questions. I looked at my sheet of paper where it had my schedule.
"Yeah, I'm going to Ridgeback High. Looks like I skipped 3 periods already!" I said cheerfully.
Mike and Pierre laughed. Then Pierre frowned.
"We better get going girl, before you get a detention on your first day," Pierre said.
Mike nodded in agreement.
"Ok, I'll see you later Chloe," he said.
"Bye Mike!" I replied, and walked out of Starbucks to the Rolls, got in and waited for about 15 minutes to get to Ridgeback High.
Pierre opened the door for me.
"We're here Chloe," Pierre said.
I groaned, pulled myself out of the car and looked around.
It was a pretty school in a Victorian/homey/cozy way. The office building was made of bricks and had some vines going up. The classrooms looked the same.
I took a deep breath and walked to the office.
In the Office
"Hi! What are you doing here?" the receptionist asked.
I noticed she was immensely fat and had the longest fake nails I've ever seen.
I hate fake nails.
"Umm..I'm a new student..so...I figured I have to come here first?" I replied lamely.
"Oh yes! Principal Suzie said something about a new student. You're Chlooe right?" she said and snapped her gum.
She said my name wrong. I hate it when people say my name wrong and snap their gum.
"CHLOE Provance. Yeah, I'm new," I said, imagining ways for her to die.
"All right honey, it's 4th period right now, here take this pass so you don't get in trouble," she said.
I took it and walked the halls trying to find my Pre-Calculus class. On the way, I bumped into a punk, a really tall one with startling green eyes.
"Watch where your going prep," he said really meanly.
"Oh, umm, hi, I'm new here. Do you know where the Pre-Calculus room is?" I asked trying to hold my bag and binder without slipping.
"Yeah, over there, Room 341," he said without emotion, pointing to the corridor and left.
"Thanks!" I called over my back.
He waved his hand and I set off to Pre-Calculus.
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