Ava's pov

      I couldn't believe the summer was over. It went so fast. Not that I minded really. I barely did anything over the summer. I was basically depressed the entire summer with a few occasional hookups and two party's. I hardly saw my friends. They were too busy in Spain and France, sitting on gorgeous yachts with their martinis in their hands, but they were my friends and I couldn't judge them. If I hadn't been depressed over summer break I probably would have joined them.
      The more I thought about school tomorrow the more sick I felt. First days are always hard but tomorrow will probably be the hardest day ever. My mom is dead and it makes me sad to think she won't be sending her yearly macaroons from Paris as a back to school gift.
      This summer my mom died. More like she killed herself actually. She overdosed on drugs in a bathroom at the Montè Hotel in Paris. They found her dead in a overfilled bathtub. I couldn't believe it when I heard the news. My mother? Overdosed on drugs? I didn't even know she did drugs?
      Of course my father didn't care about my mother's death even though they had been married for 15 years. He didn't even come to the funeral. I haven't seen him since I found out she was dead. I have no idea where he is.
      So now it was just me. My father had stopped paying for the maids and the kitchen staff. I think he forgot that I still live here. It took a while to get used to. I had to do all my laundry and cook every meal I ate and did I mention the bills? Yeah not only did my father just leave but he left me with all this other crap to deal with! Like bills. Luckily I have money because he still funds me so I can buy food and actually live. Thanks dad.
      As I run on the sidewalk towards my house I watched the big mansions as the fly by me. I live in the biggest neighborhood in town. Every house it gigantic and I swear every house owns a Range Rover, but I can't really be saying much because I drive a Range Rover. My tennis shoes hit the ground with a crunch from the dead fall leaves on the ground. I make a right and run straight to my house. On my way up the driveway I grab the newspaper and run inside.
      I take out my earbuds as I shut the door and set my phone with my earbuds on the table. I open the newspaper to see a picture of my mom on the front. The title read "SINCLAIR'S OVERDOSE" I tossed the newspaper into the table by the door and slip off my shoes. People will do anything to get a story won't they.
      I walk down the hallway into the gigantic kitchen and open the fridge. I grabbed one of my pre-made smoothies I made this weekend and started drinking it. It was later in the day and I should be thinking about school and picking out what I'm wearing tomorrow but I'm not and school isn't even on my mind.
In 30 minutes I have to be at a ballet class. After I drink my smoothie I run up the long marble staircase and down the long hallway and push open the double doors to my bedroom. It's a mess right now and I know I'm going to have to clean it up when I get home. I rush into my bathroom and step over the pile of overflowing clothes leading to my closet. I quickly change into my tights an leotard and slip on some sweatpants and a jacket. I grab my dance bag and put my hair up in a ponytail.
Once I'm in my car I drive to the dance studio. On my way at red lights I pin my hair up in a bun. I finally arrive at the studio and I'm not late. I head in and greet the lady at the front desk and sign in. Olivia Harris is who I am when I come to the studio. I don't use my real name because I don't want them connecting me to my mom. I know it's stupid but dance is the only place I can be myself.
I walk into the cold studio and set my things down. Other girls are stretching on the floor before the instructor comes in. I quickly put on my pointe shoes and stand up. I stretch my feet a little bit and then start stretching my legs.
The instructor walks in and everyone gets up and finds a spot at the bar. I find a spot and start doing what the instructor tells us to do.

After dance I head home. It's dark now and I'm starving. When I get home I make myself some pasta and a salad. I sit down at the table and turn on the tv. There is nothing on so I settle on some old episodes of Friends. After I eat I turn on the speakers in the house and play some music from my phone. I grab a bottle of red wine out of the cabinet and pour myself a glass.
Once I put my dishes away I start dancing in the kitchen to the song Glamorous by Fergie. I sip my wine as I move around the kitchen. I don't realize it but it's almost midnight. Then I hear the doorbell ring. I set down my glass and make my way over to the door, pausing the music on the way over to the door.
      I open the door and see the one and only Brandon Meyers. My next door neighbor

"Can I help you?" I ask leaning on the door. He smirked.
"Hey Ava." He smiled with his hands in his pockets.
"Hi Brandon." I fake smile.
"Do you need something?" I asked.
"Um yeah could you turn your music down?" I rolled my eyes. "Some people are trying to sleep."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was that loud," I sarcastically say. He glares at me. I eye him up and down and straighten my stance. I suddenly realize I'm wearing sweat pants, I have no makeup on, and my sweaty hair is in a high pony tail
"Do you want to come in?" He gave me a look. Honestly I surprised myself when I asked him
"Don't worry I won't bite," I said smiling. He rolled his eyes and stepped inside. I shut the door and he started to examine the paintings on the wall. Brandon was usually someone that I would never hang out with but things are different now and I'm desperate for some company.
"I heard about your mom." He said with his hands still in his pockets.
"Yeah? You and the rest of the town." I retort. He grins.
"How was your summer? I didn't hear many parties," he said looking at me. I crossed my arms.
"Depressing," I stared.
"By the way, you have terrible music taste," he said.
"I like Fergie," I grin. "I'm sorry about the music, I didn't know it was that loud," I admitted. He stepped closer to me.
"Thanks, see you at school?" He said. I nodded as he opened the door and left. I felt almost dazed after that conversation. Why the hell was I talking to him anyway? I groan at myself and head back into the kitchen. I dump out the rest of my wine and start the dish washer. I lock the doors and head upstairs.

      My room is dark when I reach it. I flip on the small lamp I have on my vanity. It barely lights the room because the ceilings are so tall. I look up at my chandelier. The light barely reaches it. My doors are ginormous so I usually keep them open. I walk into my never ending bathroom and flip on the light. I look in the mirror. My golden hair was in its natural state and almost reached the middle of my back. My mind drifted to tomorrow when I would have to get up early and go to school. I turned on the water in the sink and splashed my face and then dried my face off. I slipped my clothes off and put my silk robe on. Just when I'm about to walk into my closet my phone dings. I pick it up off my bed and realize it's the group chat

Melody: What is everyone wearing tomorrow?
Pricilla: I'm stressing, I still haven't picked out an outfit
Jessica: lets all wear our Chanel backpacks tomorrow so we can be matching.
Melody: great idea now I have to find the perfect outfit
Pricilla: Ava? Hello?
Me: I haven't picked out anything yet

      I walk into my closet and dig through my closet to find my Chanel backpack. I finally find it and set it on my bed.

Melody: okay! I'm wearing a mock neck plaid long sleeve with a black leather shirt. I have yet to pick out shoes
Jessica: love it! I'm wearing a black tube top with my new pants from Gucci

      I turn off my phone and set it on my nightstand. I can't stand to read the conversation any longer. I decide to wait til the morning. I slip into my silky pj set and turn off my light. I manage to find a comfortable spot in my king sized bed and fall asleep.

      In the morning I woke up to my alarm. I turned over and turned my alarm off on my phone. Sunlight poured in through the big windows beside my bed. I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling. School. Was the first thing that came to my mind. Dread filled me and then I remembered I didn't even know what I was wearing today. I threw my silk sheets off of me and walked into my closet.
      I picked out some very black jeans and a brownish turtleneck. I wore a bronze long coat over it and slipped on my black Chanel ankle boots. I turned on my curling iron and while I waited for it to heat up I started on my makeup. I put my layer of foundation on but I blended it more than usual just so I won't look like a cake face. I did a bronze look for my eyeshadow so it matched my outfit. I put a little highlighter, blush, and finally mascara.
      My iron beeped and I quickly brushed out my hair. I started curling my hair around the iron to create loose beach waves. When I was finished with my hair I put on a random gold necklace and some bracelets. I shoved my spiral notebooks and pencil case in my Chanel backpack and grabbed my signature lip gloss off my vanity and headed downstairs.
      For breakfast I made myself some eggs with toast. As I ate my music played softly in the speakers around the house. I smiled to myself as I thought about last night when Brandon came over to complain about the noise. God, I must have been so desperate for attention last night, or I was just a little bit drunk.
      After I put my dishes away my phone buzzed on the counter and I picked it up.

Pricilla: Meet at normal spot before class

I rolled my eyes and picked up my lip gloss. I wiped it on my lips and then grabbed my keys off the table in the foyer and headed out the door. As I get in my car I see Brandon turning on his black mustang in his driveway. I ignore him and get into my car and drive to school.
      When I get to school my normal parking spot is open. It's right at the front and right next to my friends. We basically claimed them ever since Freshman year even when we didn't have cars we had other ways of transportation. Before I got out of my car I dial my dad's number. It rings and rings until it goes straight to voicemail. I end the call and clench my jaw. I jerk open my car door in annoyance and sip my phone into my back pocket.
      I start walking to our spot outside. Freshman year we all decided that this huge maple tree right outside of school would be our special spot. I spotted Pricilla, Jesica, and Melody. They were waiting for me. I quickened my walk and finally reached them.

"There you are!" Pricilla said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Sorry," I said but I didn't give an excuse. There wasn't one. Pricilla hates people who are late.
"Alright now that everyone is here," she looked at me. "Let's compare schedules." I had completely forgot to look at my schedule last night. I quickly took out my phone and went into my emails. There was my schedule.
"I have Chemistry first," I said.
"Me too!" Pricilla smiled. I smiled back at her and we compared lunches. Luckily we all had the same lunch period and I had a few classes with Melody but none with Jesica.
      After we compared schedules we started to walk into school. Once we walked in everyone's eyes turned to us. I heard some whispers and I looked up. Everyone wasn't looking at us, they were looking at me. I pressed my lips together as my friends and I continued to walk down the hallway to our lockers. I kept my head up as I walked and when we got to our lockers I let it down and my shoulders dropped and I lost all form of power. What was wrong with me?
      Pricilla and I said bye to Jesica and Melody and walked to Chemistry together.
"God, this class is going to be a bore," Pricilla said rolling her eyes as we walked into the classroom. The class room had desks in the front of the room and big tables in the back with equipment to do labs. Pricilla and I sat near the middle of the room and she immediately pulled out her phone and checked her makeup. I looked around and didn't see anyone eye catching. I think I was partially looking for Shawn Davis. Pricilla called him my boyfriend but he wasn't. He was just a boy that I liked to hook up with. We hooked up a lot this summer but I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only girl he hooked up.
      When the teacher walked in he started to take role.
"Pricilla Wright?"
"Present," she said in her sweetest voice. I laughed at her and rolled my eyes. She smiled at me.
"Ava Sinclair?"
"Here," I said raising my hand. Pricilla shook her head at my terrible attention grabber.
"Brandon Meyers?" I snapped my head towards the teacher.
"Here," I heard a deep voice say. I turned and saw Brandon sitting towards the back of the classroom with two of his friends. Since when did he get here? He met my eyes and I quickly turned around. This is going to be a long year.

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