NOTICE: You might see a tense shift here, but please note the story is currently under edition. We have edited the first chapter into the past participle, we still have the next chapters to go through.

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Her eyes frantically searched for a black Audi with a dragon printed on its rear. Vigilantly pressing her foot on the accelerator, she smoothly made her way to the empty space next to it.
Tryna would always park her car next to Aaron's Audi. Not because she had to or something, because she wanted to.

The drive way was filled with loads of cars, and the bikes stood in a cluster at the left. Grabbing her school bag, she paddled towards the building.

Girls and boys roamed the hallway like bees looking for nectar. Sophie stood beside Danny, hand in hand. Across the corridor, Miranda, Ginger and Sunny were busy discussing God knows what about Morphe products. The yellow strips that ran on the walls of the corridor looked brighter, maybe because they had fixed new energy savers throughout the school.

Westside High had always been the best school in town, no wonder everyone wanted to come here. Just recently, around seven students from the basketball team had made it to the finals against Cricklepit. The school band already had their own song coming up, credits to their music teacher, Miss Tolsa, who had private links to Niall Horan.

When Tryna had joined Westside High in junior year, and was supposed to choose one of the squads, she had gone for the All Da Vincis, the art group. The cheerleaders had offered her to join them up, but they had this rule to get your hair blond so she had turned down the offer. She would have loved to join the music group, called Hallelujah, but then she was no MAGCON lover and supported her family in their anti-music thoughts.

Now, she silently walked towards her locker, threw her car keys in there, and inserted her further Mathematics course book in the small space between her sports kit stuff. She analysed her locker. It had been a month since she cleaned it. There was an empty toothpaste tube, a couple old books from last semester and an untouched nail polish remover. She had shoplifted it with Mahogany from an Urban Decay outlet and had safely locked it up. Then her eyes gazed at a shiny silver thing placed beside the toothpaste tube. She didn't remember placing it here. It could be a postcard or maybe some neatly pressed aluminium foil.
The bell rang. Deciding she would come and check it out after her first two consecutive lessons, she ran for her English class.

The class was full. She had to surf the room for a total of five minutes to figure out where to sit. Then she noticed Noah sitting alone in the third row and stopped by him.

"I never knew you'd be taking English." she remarked.

Noah looked up with a start, and grinned. "Oh hey there Tryna. How've you been?"

She placed her bag  and sat on the empty seat next to him. "Bored. It was a two day vacation and I couldn't figure out what to do." Obviously, her parents had been super strict about everything and were planning to ground her after she skipped lunch yesterday.

"I thought English must be fun. Specially when I heard Miss Lox would be teaching us. She's fun to study with."

"What?!" I exclaimed. There was no way anyone could admire Miss Lox. She was the worst teacher to exist. It wasn't her way of delivering lessons, rather, her rude attitude and the air of arrogance that never left her, made her everyone's least favorite teacher at Westside.

"Class, I had something different planned for you all today, but since it seems too irrelevant to our syllabus, we'll continue the novel we were reading. Not really reading, but elaborately discussing it's meaning and analysing it in depth," Miss Lox started in her weird Australian accent.
"I hope you all have your books in your backpacks. Please take them out and open them up to page 7."

Tryna rolled her eyes. It was an exceptionally boring book and she had better stuff to do. She gazed to her right and peeked at Aaron. He sat with Ginger, the two busy discussing something in low voices. Aaron laughed at something Ginger said. Ginger smirked back.

That was unfair. Aaron would never talk to her. Well, she never really tried talking to him, but nor did he so it didn't make it any better.

"Excuse me, Miss Wilkinson. You should better leave your thoughts in bed before you come to school."
Her eyes met her teacher's as she jumped out of her tangle of jealousy and she gulped.

The class broke into a fit of laughter. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. This was the last thing she wanted to start her day with.

"Sorry Ma'am. Can you repeat the question please?" she slowly asked.

"I asked what type of woman you think Lady Windermere is, according to the first chapter. But how would you know, you were probably engaged in deep thoughts about God knows what!"

Tryna was definitely not listening to Samantha and Daniel reading Lady Windermere's Fan, but she had read the novel last summer and dared to test her memory.

"Uh, Lady Windermere seems to have quite a reserved character. She comes from the nobility, and keeps up her royal character in a charming way. I believe she is quite wise, as described by her judgement of Lord Darlington. Oh, and yes, she holds a weak opinion about growing old, but it is clear she does not approve it."

Everyone was silent. Someone dropped their pen. Flipping her brown bangs and tying her hands on her chest, she confidently gazed at Miss Lox. She silently nodded and Tryna took her seat. Now this was something.

"You're smart." Noah whispered.
She smirked back. "See, she isn't really good. I honestly hate her."

She gazed towards Aaron again. He was still busy with Ginger. Blinking her eyes four times in a row, she pursed her lips and opened her book.

After another 45 minutes, the bell rang.

It was Math class and she wasn't ready to solve algebraic equations at the moment. Surfing through her jeans pocket, she grabbed her iPhone and texted Stassie to meet her at Point Z.

She made her way through the school hallways when she passed the locker room. She needed to check what the silver paper in her locker was. Walking through groups of students heading for different classes, bumping into Clara from senior year, mumbling an excuse, she finally approached her locker.

She unlocked her locker and gazed at the photo of Cameron Dallas she had pasted on a side and smiled at it. Not because it was Cameron, but because she had pasted a photo of Aaron from the Yearbook under it.

The silver thing was still there. It was a silver glitter sheet with phrases on it. Keenly studying every word, she furrowed her brows.

"We all like shiny things. You are shiny".

Curiosity fuelled her up. Now who could leave this in her locker? How did they manage to find the keys?