"I am the queen of France and I will bow to no man."- mary of Scots (reign)

"You know that moment when you feel like you're screaming the loudest that you can but no one can hear you. That moment when it feels like time itself was stopping to let the words sink in?

That one moment when you feel like you're in an invisible box and the silence is just so loud that you'd rather drown yourself then listen to one more bit of it? That's how my days are, and I'm sure that somewhere out of the hundreds of students at Rainsberg high, there's a person who feels the same and that's why I-," Lola would have continued her internal monologue if she hadn't been interrupted by the blonde person at a booth by the side of the diner she was waiting tables at.

"Excuse me? Can you take my order now?" the blonde person asked her to which Lola put a fake smile and walked towards them with her notepad. Her dirty apron had all kinds of stains over it, the sweaty red hat that she was forced to wear made her feel like a lobster but her main concern went to the booth by the blonde person, the red booth where every day took place her slow drift towards oblivion.

The red booth was where archer, the somewhat weird theater kid, her boyfriend, visited Lola every day. It was always the same. He'd wait at his booth, his eyes never on Lola, her shift would end and she'd sit next to him, he would talk and she'd shut herself from the everyone and then he'd storm out.

Why didn't she just break up with him? Why couldn't she pay more attention? Why did all of her days start to feel numb? It must have been her job that was wearing her down. At least she had her high school life proper.

The blonde placed their order, but Lola had once again zoned out. The blonde impatiently snapped their fingers, trying to get Lola's attention back but she was long gone.

The blonde had given out a loud groan as they stood up and stormed out, yelling loud curses at her. The blast of the cold air hitting her when the person stormed out brought Lola back, she saw that the person had left but didn't care. She walked back towards the other booths, collecting the plates and then walked back into the kitchen.

She stood behind the counter, scribbling down something in that small notepad of hers when she felt someone creep up on her. She felt a large hand on grasping the area right above her waist, she took a sharp breath in response and clenched her fist.

"Lola, darling, it's the third time Someone's stormed out of my diner in the day because of you," a man whispered, his grasp on her waist tightening.

"If this continues, you'll have to find a way to make it up to me in," his husky voice continued, as he slowly removed his hand. "in other ways," he ended his talk and walked back inside to the kitchen.

Lola's eyes frozen, but not shocked. She rubbed her forehead, trying to get a grip on herself, without her job, she would be absolutely useless. With her job, however frustrating it might have been, she didn't feel that worthless. There was a hole in her soul, one that had started to eat her up for no reason at all.

Sure, she had some problems with her life, but for most of it, she was fine. She had the perfect group of friends, the perfect reputation, and a somewhat perfect boyfriend.

But that was the final blow needed to make her fall. She removed her apron and hat, throwing it on the counter as she walked out of the diner.

She stood outside the fairly lit diner, observing the red booths and counters where everyone for some moments used to forget about their problems, observing the stain filled posters about voiceless causes once aimed to do good, observing her faint reflection in through the glass wall.

A faint reflection of her shell, the reflection of the walking corpse of herself. She touched her face, observing her curly blackish-brown hair fall to her shoulders, her hazel eyes which screamed the truth.

She wasn't always this way, she was once adored by the same people who now called her a lying whore. The locals loved her, she was the perfect good girl who attended church every Sunday and hosted bake sales, she was the girl with many friends once, the girl with her perfect little life severed to her on a silver platter.

But at least she was still the goals of the attractive boys, at least the students of her class weren't after her like the locals and some jealous thirteen-year-olds.

She shook her head, refusing to believe the words that flashed through her head when she thought of her name. Slut, liar, vengeful bitch, and hundreds of others that everyone called her.

She took a deep breath, thinking about how she was the only one in control of her body, her mind, and her soul, the one thing that she never thought could be snatched from her. The only thing that she could control in the world was her attitude.

She started to walk on the grey pavement, her hands deep inside the pockets of her jeans. She felt drops of water falling on her, it was raining. There was an old bus stop close, she thought that she could wait there so she hurried towards it. She luckily reached it before the rain started to pour down like it was now or never.

She leaned by the wall, checking her other pocket to make sure that her phone wasn't wet.

A girl then came running in, absolutely drenched by the rain, Her straight brown hair sticking to her neck. She wiped the water off her face, taking deep breaths and hugging herself because of the cold.

The girl calmed down a minute later, shaking her hair and trying to make herself look somewhat presentable. The girl then saw Lola, leaning against the wall and deep inside her own thoughts. The girl then extended her hand and flashed a smile.

"Jane Claire," she told Lola, expecting Lola to shake her hand.

"Lola Greer," she replied back, her eyes still focusing on the raindrops falling on the road in front of her.

Jane took her hand back and walked towards Lola, and leaned on the wall with her.

"We have some classes together, right?" Jane asked her and Lola diverted her attention to her instead.

"French and math I think," Lola replied, her focus on Jane's dark brown eyes.

"And history, we have history together as well," Jane said to Lola with a small chuckle.

"Real smooth," Lola answered with a small smile on her face.

Lola liked meeting new people, maybe it was the fact that she had the opportunity to control what they would think of her.

It was like a game, a twisted game of building a castle of lies that were designed to fall and crumble at the slightest of storms but the question wasn't about how long the castle stood, it wasn't about the reign of the queen in it, the question was whether the castle hosted the best of parties while it stood, the question was whether everyone was mesmerized by its beauty while it stood, the question was whether the castle lived while it stood.

Author's note: ahhh! Not the best first chapter, I know but I wanted to set the mood. I wanted to let you have a glance at how lola is and who Lola is. To the confused ones, this is the before part. The part where nothing too severe has happened yet, but the parts will come. I hope you enjoyed reading this! Thank you for reading!