2. Chapter 1

   Mondays... are like a bitter taste in your mouth.  No one likes them, but you just can't seem to get rid of them.  Just the thought of going back to school is like a miserable day in hell.  The way I remember how I first saw the school on some shitty tour was like a prision yard, all fenced in, and if you try to escape you get in trouble by the warden.  Such a wonderful school.

  As my alarm clock goes off an hour early, knowing my lazy ass will take twice as long because it's Monday and it's the first day of school, I try my best to get out of my warm and comfortable bed.  Now there's two different types of people: the ones that acutally care what they look like for school and try way too hard where they end up looking more like a clown than actually looking good, and then you got them ratchet hoes that don't give a shit about how they look like.

   You know they say the first day of school is the most important day when you have to make first impressions and try to "fit in".  But when you go to a private school, you don't have much to worry about.  They all wear the same shitty uniforms and the fact that it's a small school, you should be able to find your spot.

   I'm sure everyone knows how it feels to be the new girl in school and also new to this city. I, Ashley, see myself as an innocent girl, but these bitches have a lot to learn about me!


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