CoraWhat a crazy night Friday was. Campus security questioned me again, asking me detailed questions about the knife. By the time I was done with the questioning, I wondered if I imagined the whole thing.As I stroll down the hallway toward my locker Monday morning, I catch many kids throwing me murderous looks. I know they’re pissed at me for calling campus security on an illegal party, and I’m pretty sure I’m herby banned from any future secret party. But I don’t regret it. Things could have ended really badly.Those same looks are shot my way throughout the rest of the morning. When Mrs. Danby asks me to solve an equation on the board while she steps out for a minute, I’m assaulted once again by crumpled pieces of paper. And a few kids even launch spit balls at me. So gross. Looks like I’ve given them more ammunition to use against me. Did they forget that I also got in trouble for being at the party? I can’t leave campus for a whole week.After I solve the equation and walk back
CoraJust when I get comfortable on my bed with my book, my phone rings with a video call from Elissa. I switch it to a regular call because I’m not in the mood to put on a cheery face.“Hey, let’s go on video chat,” she says.“No, I can’t right now. Too many people around.”“Oh, bummer. So, what’s up?”“Nothing much.”She’s quiet for a few seconds before she says, “Is that jerkwad still picking on you?”“A little,” a lie. “But it’s getting much better. Really, it’s not even a big deal anymore.”I hate lying to her, but I can’t stand the thought of her or my parents worrying about me. And quitting Royal Elite is totally out of the question now. How could I leave after Asher Beckham showered my parents and me with such generosity? He invited us to his home, served us dinner, took an interest in our lives. I’m stuck here for the next three years, and then I’ll be off to my dream school and then the path to my amazing future.“You there, Cora?”I snap back to the present. “What?”“I said
CoraI order my breakfast and browse social media on my phone, smiling at all of Elissa’s posts. She’s a beacon on a cloudy day. Just scrolling through her photos will surely get me through the hours.More kids have settled down in the cafeteria and taken their orders. They throw me those same looks, but they don’t come over and cause any trouble. Alessandro saunters in with his two friends at his sides, and his eyes immediately latch onto mine. His whole expression changes into something ugly, like he still can’t believe I’m here. Idiot. Does he really think I’ll be chased away by some spoiled rich pricks? Think again. My conversation with Elissa last night about Chloe’s death further cements my determination to be the best lawyer in the country. I won’t let anyone get in the way of my dreams.Girls crowd around the Princes, vying for each of their attentions. Colt’s all too eager to please them, but Alessandro ignores them and continues looking at me like he wants to bash my head in
Cora“What a nutjob,” Ruby mutters to the girl sitting near her. I think her name is Clarissa. The two of them bend heads, giggling and whispering, no doubt about Mr. Peterson. I try not to grit my teeth. He’s not weird. Okay maybe a little, but he’s so passionate about art and digging into your soul. If these kids would just try to see past their own rich, selfish noses, maybe they could learn a thing or two from him.Halfway into the period, Mr. Peterson announces that he’s leaving for a few minutes and that we should continue working hard on our projects. I smile as my gaze sweeps over my painting. My teacher was right about not quitting—it actually looks pretty decent. No, more than decent. I rummage in my bag for my cell to snap a pic to send to my parents and Elissa, when something cold and wet sloshes down my face. I leap out of my seat, the liquid now rolling down my torso and back and splattering the floor.Green paint.I whirl around, wiping it out of my eyes, and find Ruby
CoraI try not to groan as I study myself in the mirror. My hair still has some green in it. Washing it three times last night in the shower was futile. Too bad I’m a dirty blonde and it’s pretty obvious. It’ll be a constant reminder in the halls, not that the kids need a reminder—pictures of me as a green paint monster has been circulating all over campus. I should know, because I’ve gotten countless texts.I twist my hair up into a bun, hoping most of the green is concealed. As I continue getting ready for school, memories of yesterday afternoon creep in my head, specifically one of a dark-haired, mysterious guy. I can still feel his soft fingers as they washed the gunk out of my hair, the gentle fingertips skidding along my scalp, my face. I have no idea what that was about—I mean, he’s one of Jerkshit Alessandro’s best friends, which automatically makes him my enemy. But my enemy wouldn’t have bothered helping me, would he? No, it’s a trick, I know it is. I bet Alessandro put him
CoraThe Museum of Natural History has always been my favorite, and I’ve been here more times than I can count, whether with my parents or on school trips. Today’s trip is very different from what I’m used to. While at my old school we traveled via the school bus, here at Royal Elite Academy, each student was given their own personal driver to take them to the museum.It still boggles my mind just thinking about it.We’re off on our own to explore the museum, couples leaving in pairs or friends going in groups. I, as usual, am left alone. Anyway, it’s better this way because honestly, I wouldn’t be able to handle being forced to spend hours with kids whose only goal in life is to torment me. Here, alone with these exhibits, I’m finally at peace.We’ll have to write a report about the museum, and my mind is already buzzing with so many options. I settle down on a chair in one of the exhibits to jot down some notes, probably putting too much effort into this. Maybe compensating for the
CoraEntrepreneurship is mandatory for all students, mainly because many of them will inherit their parents’ companies. It’s a class I’m fairly decent at. If law school doesn’t work out for me, maybe I’ll try starting my own business and who knows, maybe I’ll become as stinking rich as everyone else here.It’s the only class, other than pre-calculus and chemistry, that I have with Alessandro. I still can’t get the images from the museum out of my head. As I lay in bed last night, I tried to convince myself that I hallucinated. It’s the only explanation, because I don’t think my brain can fathom the possibility of Alessandro having a heart. Because if Alessandro has a heart, why the hell is he making me live a nightmare?Mrs. Roeder enters the room and announces it’s time to work on a project that will count for thirty percent of our grade. Many kids look bored out of their minds, some frown at the thought of more work. I sit forward, not taking my eyes off Mrs. Roeder. Thirty percent
CoraMy brain hurts from all this schoolwork. Leaning back in my seat, I rub my eyes and sigh. That’s what my weekends have come to: staying holed up in my room all by myself and going out of my mind. I need a break.After shutting all my books, I leave the dorm and wander around campus. Some students are playing ball in the courtyard, some are lounging on the grass and doing their homework. The weather is so beautiful this morning, sunny with a light breeze.I stroll for half an hour, enjoying the scenery. The trees are changing colors and are so gorgeous. Then I find myself standing outside a building near the gym. The pool. I totally forgot Royal Elite Academy has an indoor pool that’s available to all students during non-school hours. I’m not the best swimmer out there, but Elissa and I love spending our summers at the community pool back home.I pull the door open and enter, immediately noticing the swimsuits available, still in their packaging. The sign next to them says they ar