Chapter 1
I couldn't wait to get away from my house. I couldn’t believe I wanted to go back to school, but I hated summer vacation. Well it's not that I hated the vacation part, I hated the part where summer vacation means I have to go visit home. My parents made me come home from Buxton every summer. I didn't get why, I mean I'd gone to Buxton in the first place just to get away from them, and them from me. It had been a mutual decision that worked for both sides. My parents are divorced and I'm an only child so they're always fighting over me. We'd even gone to court a few times, just cause of that. My mom had had me when she was 16. My age. My dad’s 10 years older. My mom's a soap actress so she's at work 24/7 and never has time for me, and she's got money to send me to boarding school. My owns a huge computer chip company. He doesn't have time for me either. Not that I'm complaining, I love Buxton and I got the greatest friends there. Especially Leslie and the rest of the tennis team which is the group I hang out with. There are also the people who get on my nerves such as Kayleigh or as she calls herself K. Kay and her weirdo friends. Most of them are cheerleaders. Cheerleading is a totally uncool sport.I wished vacation would be over already but I had a whole month to go. I couldn't see Leslie all summer since she lives in Nebraska and I live in New York. That sucks since she's my best friend and the one person I know I can totally trust. That was until she started going out with this guy Rich Neville. He's from Kayleigh’s group. And one of her best friends. Now I know that every word I say will be repeated to Ritchie and then to K. Kay. But not for long. Her 3 months limit was up. That reminded me, I better go email her so she'll remember.
I turned on my computer and logged onto my email. There was the usual message from Ritchie going on and on about how he missed me and couldn’t wait till we’ll be together again. Like I cared. Personally I wasn't looking forward to seeing him again, he was annoying; he clung to me like glue and followed me everywhere saying his life wouldn't be complete without me. God, one more step and he would've been obsessed. Other than that there were the usual 50 junk emails and chain letters which I automatically deleted. A message from my friend Karen to meet her later. Another one from Chelsea to meet her tomorrow and as usual an email from Shavana. It sucks that we can't see each other for 3 whole months but at least there's email. I read Shav's email. She asked the usual how ya doin, told me about being bored in NY and then reminded me about the 3 month rule. When we'd first become friends we'd made up some rules that no one knew of. One of them was the 3 month limit we could go out with a guy. We could go out with a guy for max 3 months and then we had to dump him. It was so no guy could ever come between our friendship. At least she'd put it that way. If it were someone important to me I might’ve argued with Shav, but Ritchie's a nobody. Just another one of the guys I go out with. Last year there was this guy, Collin that I went out with for 6 months so we cancelled the rule for a while, but then I realized that I'd gotten bored so we went back to using the rule. I didn't mind dumping Rich. Like I said, he's a nobody to me. 
"Krista honey, you got a letter.” Mom called. I raced down to the living room where my mom was sorting the mail. "It's from Buxton Academy." She said. I tore open the letter and scanned it. "I got in!" I shrieked and hugged mom. "Krista, I'm so proud of you! But is it…?” “Yeah it's with financial aid." I cut her off. “I guess they took one look at your grades and decided they have to accept you." Mom said. She was right. All of my grades were straight A's but that was cause I had nothing to do but study. I have no friends. It's because I'm stereotyped as a nerd. Now would be my chance to start a new life, away from Arizona and all the people in school that I hated so much. I wouldn’t be the 'science club nerd’ anymore. I’d be plain Krista Parker and nobody would know about my nerdy, science club past. I might finally have some friends. But first I had to give myself a makeover since I had no friends to do it, except for the science club and I doubted they knew how to do makeovers… 
I slammed the door behind me as I entered the house. It was 9:00 a.m. and I'd been up most of the night partying and then I'd gone to my boyfriend Jesse's place for the rest of the night. I went into the kitchen I was really thirsty. My mother was in the kitchen. "What are you doing at home? Aren’t you supposed to be at work where you usually spend day and night ignoring your family.” I said. "We need to talk. " she said in this annoying tone. "aren't you supposed to be at work?" I asked again grabbing a beer from the fridge. "Why are you drinking that trash?" She asked. "I can drink whatever I want.” I replied. "And why weren't you home last night?” She added. "Well Mother maybe if you were at home more often you'd notice that I'm not home almost every night.I'm going to my room." I said. "You're not going anywhere." She said in a tone that made me turn around and come back to the kitchen. "Where were you last night?” She asked again. "At Jesse's. Happy?" I responded. She sighed and ran a hand through her disgusting hair. “I hope you're at least using protection with him. You can never know who has STD's today, especially with those black people." That pissed me off. I hate that my parents are so racist. "Whether I use protection or not, is none of your business, it’s my boyfriend, my body and my life." I said evenly. I got from my chair. "Sit down." She said. "Now what?" I asked annoyed. "We haven’t talked yet.” She told me. "What's there to talk about? If you wanna know if I’m still drinking, then yes, I am, I don't see why not. Is that all?” I asked. "It's not even about that she said. A while ago your father and I had a conversation about your future.” She told me. "I have no future. Party now think later, remember?" I laughed at the horrified look that crossed her face. They were so stupid. Both my mother and father. They didn't get that I was doing this whole rebel thing just for kicks. It made me sick that every family here in Beverly Hills has the perfect family and loads of money. My parents are loaded, but no matter what stuck-up private school they send me to, I'll never be a perfect BH snob. So I'd went out and found myself friends from the hoods nearby. Brandy and Jesse were much better friends than the fake people of Beverly Hills. When I'd started dressing in black and wearing dark makeup they'd been freaked. Even my sis Danni had said I looked like a vampire. But I don’t give a fuck about what other people think. As long as it's my body, I can dress and act like I want to and not like the stupid snobs expect me to. "You remember your cousin Sean, don’t you?" She asked. "Duh. We talk on the phone and email loads, but I wouldn't expect you to know about it since you're so involved in your daughters life.” I said sarcastically. “I really feel sorry for him, stuck at that stupid boarding school for 2 years now." Sean had lived in England till his parents had sent him off to this stupid boarding school in England. The new one, as in New England, Massachusetts. “I think Sean’s parents gave him a wonderful oppurtinity, sending him to Buxton Academy." She said. And I knew, just knew what was coming next. Though I didn't think it was possible, mother said “Buxton Academy has accepted you for full boarding next year." "And how exactly is that possible? I repeated 7th grade if you remember, and failed almost every subject in 8th.” I reminded her. She smiled at me. "All we had to do was mention the family name and agree to pay full tuition.” I should’ve known. My family can't resist flashing around their money and mention to people how well known the Amyr family and my father’s fashion company 'Amyr Creations International' is around the world. “But why?" I objected. "I quit the drugs last year, isn't that enough for you? It's cause you're so fucking racist, isn't it? Cause my friends are black. I hate you and this whole fucking family! I bet you wouldn't do this to Princess Danni, would you?" I yelled before running up the stairs to my room and slamming the door. 