the rich chick (Swaron FF) *imp note* - Page 8

Originally posted by: manasie

CHAPTER 2

"Miss, are you ready to go?" my driver asked, stuffing my last suitcase in the trunk. I sighed, turning back and facing my home one more time. I turned back to my driver, Harold, and nodded. "But miss, don't you want to say farewell to your father?" Harold sympathetically asked. I shook my head. I didn't want to say goodbye to my father. After all, he was pretty much getting rid of me by sending me across the country, just to attend some elite private school. They had tons of those in California! Besides, my father didn't even make the effort to come down and speak to me for the past two days. I followed Harold to the limo, as he opened the sleek black door for me. I got in, as I positioned myself comfortably on the leather seating.

Harold began driving, as he set the route towards LAX, terminal four. As we drove by Los Angeles, I couldn't help but let a tear slip out of my eyes. I was definitely going to miss the sight of Los Angeles, since I did grow up here. Harold peered over at the rearview mirror, as he spotted me with teary eyes. He seemed shocked, seeing me so emotional. I didn't blame him, though. I was never one to cry, since I was so spoiled. Harold pulled his black limo up to terminal four, as he helped me get my two suitcases out. Yes, only two, since the dorms had very limited spacing. "So long, Miss Riaprakash. I will see you on the holidays, won't I?" Harold asked, extending his hand out for me to shake. I stared long and hard at his hand, which was covered by a silk, white glove. I smiled as I shook his hand firmly, and pulled Harold in for a tight hug. "I'll see you soon, Harold." I assured.

Harold pulled away from my embrace, and nodded. "Good luck in Massachusetts, miss." I waved one last time to Harold, since he was probably the closest thing I ever had to a real friend. I sped off to check in to my flight, lugging the two suitcases behind me.

I got off of my Delta flight, as I landed in the airport in Massachusetts. I tried to weave my way through people, just as I had claimed my luggages at the pickup section. I was trying to find the exit of the airport, as I spotted an escalator going downstairs. I saw a crowd of taxi drivers, holding up signs, as I tried to find one that read my name. My eyes scanned through the crowd, as I spotted and did a double take on the middle aged man who held up the sign, reading 'Sharon Riaprakash'. I approached the man with the sign, as his six foot figure stared down at me.

"You Sharon Riaprakash?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I nodded. "That's me." He nodded, as he helped me with my luggage. "The taxi's parked outside. You might want to wear a jacket, since it is pretty cold out." He advised. I smiled politely. Could you believe it? Me, Sharon Riaprakash, actually being nice for once. I decided not to pain my father by coming across the country just to be a brat, and become someone new. I was going to change, well attempted to, at least. "Thanks, but I'll be fine." I assured. He shrugged, as he carried both of my suitcases effortlessly. I followed him out of the glass doors, as we stuffed the two bags in the car. I wrapped my cardigan around me tighter, wishing I had taken the taxi drivers advice. It was beyond cold in Massachusetts, compared to the weather in California. "Where are you headed to, ma'am?" the taxi driver asked, looking at me through his rearview mirror. I stared back, as I opened my mouth to speak. "Ridgewood Academy School." I said. "Please." I added, remembering that I was here to change for my dad. The taxi man nodded, as he punched a few keys in his GPS. A minute later, we headed onto the highway, as he turned the heater on for me. "Where you from?" the taxi man asked, attempting to start a conversation. I felt awkward, as I stared out the window, studying the structure of Massachusetts. It was definitely different from California. The highways weren't as busy, and the buildings were taller. I could see tall trees and layers of fresh, green grasses as we drove, which was something you could rarely see in California, unless you were by a park. "I'm from Los Angeles, California." I said. "L.A, huh? Why are you coming to a school all the way over on the east coast? Scholarship? Because Ridgewood's private tuition doesn't come cheap." The taxi man chuckled. I couldn't help but muffle a laugh. "No, actually, my dad kind of forced me here. He paid, as well." The taxi driver nodded, as if he understood. "Let me guess, rich daddy?"

I picked up my head from the window. "Yes, how did you know?"He laughed, as he threw his head back slightly, as the car shifted off of the highway in one swift movement. "All the rich kids go there these days. Only a few selected students are on scholarship." "All of the rich kids? What do you mean?" I asked. "No offence, sweetheart, but you should know. You have a rich daddy, don't you? Of course your dad thinks you're too good to be in some public school. All of the wealthier families in Massachusetts here send their kids to Ridgewood." He explained. I nodded, signaling to the man that I understood. We pulled up to a black, metal gate, as the taxi driver cut off the engine. "This is it, Ridgewood." He said, staring above us. Ridgewood consisted of four main buildings. From the side of those buildings, I could see smaller buildings, which were either on the left or right side of the chain of main buildings. The place was surrounded by gates. Inside the gates were covered with a wonder of greenery, plants, grass, trees, and flowers. I could see groups of students laughing and chatting as they sat on the grassy fields. "Wow, this place is' huge." I breathlessly said. "Sure is." The taxi man said, handing me my two suitcases. I smiled, as I handed him the fare, and a few extra dollars for a tip. I shook his hand, thanking him, as he sped off out of Ridgewood Academy. I gulped, as I wheeled the suitcases behind me, entering the metal gates, stepping inside the heaven of Ridgewood. I took in a deep breath, wondering where I had to go in to sign in and get my dorm key and schedule.

Did I have to enter the first or second building? Maybe the third? Or possibly the fourth? I was so confused, as the world started spinning before me. I could feel eyes staring at me with confusion and disgust, wondering what a foreigner like me was doing here. "Hey, are you okay?" a sweet, angelic voice asked. I spun around, clearly startled. I spotted a small, petite blonde standing no more than a foot away from me. I noticed that she was barely wearing anything. She was wearing a tight fitted miniskirt and a top that showed off her belly. I wondered for a minute if she had just been raped, but I decided to not think so negatively. "You look like you're about to pass out, honey. Do you need some help? She asked, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder, like I have done many times. I bit my lip. "I, uh, actually, I need to find the main office to sign in." The girl's plumped, rosy lips formed into a smile. "No problem! You must be new. Come follow me." I followed her, as we walked by building four, three and two, stopping at building one. We got in an elevator, as the girl helped click the third floor for me. She guided me to the main office, all while her heels clicked on the tiles.

"Here's the main office. I'm Keisha, by the way. Keisha Daniels." She smiled. "Thanks,keisha. I'm Sharon Riaprakash." I smiled back. Keisha suddenly became bitter, as her sweet smile wiped off her face. She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at me, all while glaring at me with her venomous brown eyes. "You? You are the Sharon Riaprakash?" she asked. I was hesitant, but I nodded. Was something wrong?

"Sharon Riaprakash? That bitch whose always in those magazines? The daughter of that actor, Guatam Riaprakash? You're her?" she asked, more specifically I was taken aback by her sudden change of mood, and the sharp hatred that overcame her angelic voice. I knew I was a bitch, and hell, the entire population of America did, but that doesn't give her the right to insult me. I was Sharon Riaprakash, America's number one bitch, and I was not going to let Keisha continue to rudely insult me. "One, I am not a bitch. Who are you, anyway? Isn't this school supposed to be for the rich? Where did you get your trashy clothes?" Keisha gasped, as she jumped back, clearly surprised that I had back talked to her. Who did she think she was? "You little-!" Before she got to finish, I raised my hand to her face. "Bitch, stop talking." I snapped. I pushed her aside, as I entered the main office. I signed my name in the signup sheet, and filled in a few contact forms. I collected my key for my new dorm room, which was in the right side of the building, where all the girls in the academy lived. My room was on the topfloor, fourth floor.

When I got back out of the main office, Keisha was no longer standing there. She must've left, after I told her off. I began making my way to the dorm building on the right side, as I passed by girls who whispered and guys who scanned my body up and down. This was just like public high school. Full of gossip girls and perverted guys. I pressed the button on the elevator to the fifth floor, as I tried to find 521 that was engraved on the doors.

The 521 dorm was on the far left side of the floor. I took in a deep breath, as I stuck the key inside the lock. I was praying that my roommate wasn't Keisha, or someone with a horrible attitude like her. When I entered my new dorm room, I was greeted by posters of bands that I never heard of, clothing scattered on the floor, and a bunk bed. The top bunk was empty, so I was assuming that it was my bunk. I dropped my suitcases down, as I scanned around the room, looking for my roommate. Suddenly, a door opened and steam came out of it. It was probably the bathroom.

Out came an Indian girl just like me, with ivory pale skin, and was dressed in baggy clothing. Her eyes widened, and she flinched when she saw me standing in the middle of our tiny dorm room. She rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was imagining things or not. When she realized I wasn't going anywhere, she decided to speak up. "Who are you?" she asked with a monotone tone. I bit my lip, wondering if I should be nice and befriend her or not. She didn't look like the type that I would normally hang out with in California. She dressed too much like a boy. I figured that I came here to change, and I guess I should surround myself with different people, this time. "Hi, I'm Sharon, your new roommate." I smiled sweetly. She snorted. "You're kidding, right?" I frowned brushing my brown hair behind my ears. "What do you mean?" The girl threw her hands up in the air, as she chuckled. "Holy shit, who put you up to this? Rachel? Marcy? Keisha?" I scrunched my nose when she mentioned Keisha. She must've noticed, because she clenched her fists. "It's Keisha, isn't it? Oh, God. That bitch is going to have to get another nose job." The girl angrily gritted through her teeth, cracking her knuckles. I shook my head, trying to avoid causing a fight. "No, no! I'm actually your new roommate, for real. I just met Keisha this morning, and she wasn't too friendly towards me." I explained, putting her clenched fists down.

The girl raised an eyebrow, still confused, probably. "How is that possible? I haven't had a roommate in three years." She said. "Why not?" I asked. The girl smirked, and laid down on her bottom bunk, with her dripping black hair splattering water on her black pillow cases. "Let's just say I wasn't too nice to any of my roommates. A little pranks, here and there." She smirked. My face turned pale. She noticed my expression, because she chuckled lightly. "Don't worry newbie. I'm Kria. You?" "I'm Sharon Riaprakash." There was an awkward silence, before Kria sat up from her bed, staring at me curiously. Great, was she going to turn on me like Keisha did, simply because of the fact that I was a bitch? God, I'm hoping she could read minds and know that I was here to become a better person, and change. But, she didn't. Kria didn't insult me. "Nice to meet you, Sharon." She nodded.

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Hey guys I actually didn't remember Krias full name so didn't write it. And all TaaRey fans if any are reading...I was always a KriYaash fan so I decided to include them. And here ends chap 2...i hope u guys like it do comment! I am sorry as this time i couldn't reply to each of you but i read all the comments and thank you guys for the support.

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