New school, who dis?

I went through my closet to find something cute to wear on the train, it feels good outside only a little chilly so I decided on some gray ripped jeans and a hoodie. My black hair is in a side braid that goes down to the small of my back. Lots has changed since three years ago. I've gotten taller and my acne has finally left my ivory skin leaving it smooth and mature and draws attention to my green eyes, I have made a vow to make this year the best even if it's at a different school.

This summer I was talking to conner and he said something big is going to happen this year. Conner is my boyfriend as of the last eight months, we've been friends since birth basically because our dad's are school best friends, Anyway Connor wouldn't elaborate on what he meant which is just plain rude, I hate surprises almost as much as i hate secrets.

I finish packing my bags and make my way to the not so familiar bus stop where my boarding school life begins, my father having little time as it is stayed home while I boarded the bus, yes I know he should be here to see me off but he has to take care of the three of us and without mom to help pay the bills he's stressing out even though we are well off being a family of high regard and inheritance, he just wants to make sure we have something when he's gone which god willing will never happen.

My mom got a divorce from my father my first year at high school and married a lower status man and if I hadn't been her child she abandoned I would think it was romantic, seeing as it was her highschool sweetheart with a forbidden love story that had supposedly ended when she was forced to marry my father. Am I bitter about it? No, am I upset she left without so much as an I love you? Yes, yes I am.

It's not in my nature to be vindictive, i know most rich people are snobby and rude but I like to think i'm the exception, I was taught to be kind to anyone regardless of social status and to be considerate and to always forgive and help others, to be a good example of what a Lamére should be.

As I board the bus I see Dean in the very front seat, he is my best friend who moved with us because of his father's work too. Dean has dirty blonde hair with hints of red and amber eyes he's about a foot taller than me at 6'1 excited to see my best friend I bolt it and sit down next to him "Dean Richardson where have you been?" I say with a smirk covering my face " well if it isn't Yvette Lamére, I haven't heard from you all summer I was close to be living you were dead" he laughed dryly, I could tell he was a little upset that I hadn't messaged him all summer but Connor has been especially happy this summer constantly calling me about this upcoming school year.

"I'm so sorry Dean, Connor was calling me constantly he says something big is happening this year and wouldn't stop talking about it ha" I grab rubbing the back of my neck hoping he accepts my weak apologies, it's half the truth the other half is that I was too depressed about my mom leaving to really talk to anyone, I only spoke to Connor because he wouldn't stop talking. He shrugs and continues " well I can't be too upset I got the see the playoffs this year with father. What did you do? I mean other than call your boyfriend" he laughs and waits for me to answer " me and Jason went to dad's work for most of it, it was either that or stay home bored all day long and I couldn't handle that, I'd lose my mind" we continue chatting for a few more minutes

it was almost time to get off the bus, so I went and changed into my uniform that I now fill out quit nicely, I undo my braid and let my wavy hair go down I put on some light make up and walk out of the changing room and unfortunately am caught by a unfamiliar face, the boy has tan skin and black hair with stunning grey eyes I never thought existed until now, he has a slider but toned build and a defined jaw line.

"Watch where the hell you're going, your lucky we didn't fall over, I guess it could be worse you could be absolutely repulsive but you are actually kind of pretty, but we all know that pretty doesn't equal brains, now does it?" The boy comments which earns him laughs from his friends "I don't think you have the right to talk about brains if you don't have one and you don't even have the looks so you should probably keep your mouth shut, don't you think?" what? I'm nice to everyone who is nice to me too. "What did you just say? You had better-" he was cut off by my brother and thomas passing by. Jason turned to him and grabbed his collar " you better not be bullying my sister, wouldn't want the principal to hear about this, would you?" Jason said. Jason is 6'7 and a senior year student , he has dark brown hair and light brown eyes, he takes on more of my mother than my father "Jason how good to see you glad to know the moron of the family is still around, I had no idea this was your sister, what a disgrace to the Lamére lineage" the boy walks off with posse leaving Jason, thomas and I alone in the hallway.