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at the large and old, yet hauntingly beautiful and fancy,
building in front of me.
The Berkshire Academy of Weston.
The private school for the rich and the corrupted. Kids
of infamous judges, senators, government associates, and
some of the highest paid lawyers and doctors in the United
States.
I wasn’t one of them. My father was a high school
teacher. My mother was a nurse. And I was the quiet and
poor girl amongst all the famous, wealthy spawns of the
devils themselves. I didn’t belong here. But I chose to be
here.
48.2% of Berkshire Academy of Weston graduates end
up at an Ivy League College – Yale, Princeton, Dartmouth,
or Harvard.
That little fact was the reason why I chose to enroll in
this school during my junior year. Now, I was a senior at
Berkshire. A few more months, and I’d be out of here.
I took in a deep breath and inhaled the fresh September
air. It wasn’t too cold yet. The fall season had just begun,
and the leaves were just starting to turn red, orange, and
yellow. It was a beautiful time of year – the time where the
trees end up naked, silently awaiting their rebirth once
again. The end of something beautiful, while waiting for a
new beginning.
“Lila!”
My thoughts came to a halt, and I turned to see Riley
coming my way. She waved animatedly, and I couldn’t help
but smile. Riley was a sweet, wild girl, and my only friend
at Berkshire.
Her pretty blonde locks bounced as she hopped over to
me. “Are you late, too?”
I nodded with a sigh. She perked up cheekily. “No way!
Miss Smarty Pants is late? Jesus, I need to write this down.
ASAP.”