Platinum Heart

Winter Rose Ridland has always been rich. She's used to the maids cleaning for her, the butlers fetching her food, the kids at school bowing down before her, and the constant spending money--but what she isn't used to is surprise road trips. When her dad decides that it's time to send her to boarding school, the family packs up and leaves. What they weren't expecting was a freak car accident, and what Winter wasn't expecting was to survive--and more importantly, she wasn't expecting herself to be found. Will she find a way back to her old life, or will the boy who saves her show her a different one? © 2013 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.


2. 2: Last Day

I step out into the snow and walk quietly to the limousine with my hands tucked firmly into my pockets. I greet the limo driver, who is holding my door open, with a smile that he gladly returns before I step into the car. I am glad to be warm again, but I also love the snow. 

"Hear it's your last day, Miss." the driver says as he buckles himself in. I always like to sit close to the front so I can talk to the driver because they always listen to what I have to say, unlike most people who talk to me. 

"Yes," I say because I am allowed to speak now that he has spoken. "I have mixed emotions about it all." 

He nods. "I understand, Miss. Must be hard for ya'."  

I shrug and turn my gaze to the tinted window. The snow had begun to fall again and I long to be outside with my tongue sticking out, letting the tiny flakes fall onto it. "It is. I'm going to miss New York." 

"I miss my hometown as well, Miss." the driver says. "But working here pays the bills, so I am glad." 

I find myself glancing at him again. He is a different driver than yesterday, and he is definitely younger. His brown hair spiked slightly and I can make out that his eyes are brown as well. 

"Where did you live before?" I ask. 

"I lived in Ely, Minnesota, Miss." he says, glancing at me through the rear view mirror. I nod with a smile. I've never been to Minnesota, but I've heard it's a nice place to live. 

"New York must be so different." I point out and he smiles. 

"It is." he says as the car stops. "Well, it appears we've reached the school, Miss. I do hope you have a nice day." 

"Thanks..." I pause, realizing that I don't know his name. I'm not allowed to ask the staff their names, but I feel like this boy is an exception. "What is your name?" 

He glances at me nervously. He knows he isn't allowed to answer, but I admire him for breaking the rules. "Fox." 

I smile. Fox. His name was so interesting and I never would've expected it to be his, but it was, and I liked it. I say goodbye to him as I step out of the car. 


* * *


"Oh my god," Sienna says after I deliver the news. Sienna is the girl that I hang out with at school. You can't call us best friends, or friends at all, but we keep each other company. There are two other girls that hang out with us named Meera and Ariel. They are--and trust me, I never say it unless I mean it--bitches. Complete bitches. They only hang out with me because I buy them stuff, but I don't really mind, I have enough money to spend. 

"Cleveland?" Ariel grimaces. "That sounds so...boring."

I nod. "It does sound pretty plain compared to New York, but I have no choice." 

"At least you get a house all to yourself." Meera points out as she picks at her nails. "That makes you soo lucky."

"I'll be alone." I say, hoping they'll all notice that this trip is going to be anything but a good time. "I don't know how I'm going to meet anybody." 

"Easy." Ariel says. "Buy them stuff." 

"Yeah!" Merra butts in. "Just buy them whatever they want, and they'll be your friend!" 

I glance at Sienna. She has a look of disgust plastered onto her face, and I can't help but feel the same way. Sienna knows that you can't buy friendship, even if her and I aren't even friends. 

"I suppose." Is all I say, though, as we all start to walk to the last class of the day. I look around the halls to see other kids staring at us. They always stare, it's nothing new. But I can't help but feel sad when I realize that nobody is going to stare at me in boarding school. They're all rich, so why would they care? 

We reach the hallway where we will part ways and hug each other. I hold my breath as I do so, and let it out again when the three of them walk away. I hated hugging them. Sadly, it was part of the act. I turn around, ready to face my last class, only to bump into a boy. 

I look up at him--and gasp. 


Fox smiles down at me. "I wasn't planning on runnin' into ya', Miss." 

I glance at what he is wearing. Normal clothing, not the fancy black driver's suit or gloves, and he had a back pack slung around his shoulder. He looked like a normal kid. 

"I thought--I mean I didn't go to school?" I manage to say. I thought that Fox would be old enough to be done with school. Most of my drivers were. 

He nods. "I'm only seventeen. Did ya' think I was older, Miss?" 

I nod my head. "Where is the limo?" 

"I brought it back to the house, Miss." he says. I adjust the bag on my shoulder. 

"You may call me Winter." I say. "If you like." 

Fox nods again. "Okay, Winter." He holds his arm out. "Would you like to walk to class with me? I believe we are headed the same way." 

I hesitate for a moment. Dad wouldn't approve of me talking this much to a driver, but, then again--dad isn't here. I smile, and hook my arm with his. 

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