Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
New schools were scary. Especially when you've transferred to a completely new school in year 13. Sixth form in the UK was a unique experience. Especially at one that was this pricy. Luckily grandma paid for mine at the shocking price of £15 000 a term, at least for boarding there. It was my mum's idea to send me to only the most prestigious boarding school in the country or so I thought. It was the other boarding school at the other side of the village. No where near as prestigious or notorious for being the best. 
First of all there was hills, who invited them? They look beautiful. At least they did in the pictures my mum shows me. Never going up them, there could be the yeti at the top for all I know.
Lake District senior school was just in front of or was it behind, a mountain? This wasn't *THE* Lake District boarding school, it was the other side of the village. Anyway just next to a mountain and was a really old building. They had casual office wear as a requirement for sixth formers, whatever that meant.
"Olivia you better get going... Don't want to be late on your induction day!" Called my mum. 
"Shit! What's the time?!" I glance at my phone and it read '6:00am' "fuck we're late!" I had my induction at midday however the car journey was easily 5 hours "Mum! Where's my skirt?!" 
I hear a clueless response from my mum making me sigh and roll my eyes. How could I be late on my induction day! "You better not be rolling your eyes at me young lady! And watch your mouth!" My mum shouts.
"No Mum I didn't" I blatantly lie.
How did she know?! I swear she has cameras in my room.
After another minute of searching, I find my white tennis skirt which I pair with an oversized white Nike jumper and a crop top underneath. I quickly and messily put my hazel brown hair into a ponytail. As I rush out the door, my mum follows me out simply ambling along.
"Mum do you mind hurrying up? I need to get to my new school that you entered me for!"
"If you were that stressed you should've gotten ready earlier. Oh and I doubt we're going anywhere wihtout your suitcase?" She reminds me. God I hate when she's right which she nearly always is.
"Fuck!"
"Language!"
"Mum!"
"Olivia! Get your suitcase and watch your mouth." She chides seriously.
Half an hour down the road and I am bored. So bored. So incredibly bored. Road road and more road. That's all I can see. Why do I even need this it's so boring. Oooo posh school cool but not really. I bet they're all stuck up and don't know how to party. Would they have a gym? Or a good one? I like the gym a lot and I was proud of the physique I built; Besides the slight stretch marks on my lats and hips but who cares about that am I right! Anywho I got nice thighs. I'm only thinking about this because that's where my hands rest fiddling with the hem of my skirt. Oh my god! Why am I so bored! Maybe I'll sleep. Yeah that's a shout because my annoying alarm clock (my mum) woke me up at 4:45 in the MORNING. 
***
"Olivia wake up." Came a distant voice, "Olivia I'm not asking you a third time." Did she say third? Maybe I should wake up. I open my eyes to see my mum's luscious hazel hair and her gray eyes burning a hole in my head. I groan and open my eyes to see a ridiculously old building in front of me. It's got those sandy coloured bricks which just screams rich and it has the establishment year carved into one in the middle of the entrance.
"Is this it?" I ask
"Home sweet home for the next year sweetie!"
"Mum! I can't meet the head teacher looking like I've just woken up!" I exclaim