It isn't just a boarding school? ::1::

My name is Tara Rose Watt. I'm currently seventeen years of age, and am an only child. I have brown hair and honey eyes, pale skin/slight tan. I'm 5'6" and 112 lbs. I live with both of my parents, and I adore them, but we're not that very close. My parents have never spoken of any relatives of the sort, so really it's just us. I have always wondered what it would be like to have a grandmother, an uncle, a sister, some cousins. I don't let it get me down. I'm a very outgoing person. I love to have fun, which consists of doing anything. If it's illegal, just make sure we don't get caught. Sometimes I can be a bitch, though I try my hardest to not be. But if you piss me off, there will be hell to pay.

Anyway, my parents have decided to send me away to a boarding school. I don't really mind it, I'm very adaptable... but I will miss some of my friends. What sucks about boarding school, is uniforms. I know that I'll change it up though. I love to be a rebel and cause trouble. The boarding school isn't an all girl school, thank goodness. However, it is in the middle of nowhere. And how can I afford to go to a boarding school? Simple, I'm loaded. I get what I want but I don't ask for much.

Let's get on with the story, shall we?

"Bye Mom, bye Dad." I kissed them both on the cheek.

"Goodbye, dear!" My mother was teary-eyed, "And be careful, Tara..."

"Be careful of what, Mom? It's just a boarding school. I'll be fine. I'm a big girl now." I gave her a reasurring smile.

"I know but.." My mother looked to the floor.

For some reason, I had a strange feeling. It felt like my parents weren't telling me something..

"Don't worry, Em (my mother's name is Emily; father's is David). Our girl will be fine; we'll miss you, T." He ruffled my hair.

"Hah, yeah. G'bye!" I waved to them as I carried one piece of my luggage onto a private jet. When I got onto the plane, I sat down next to one of the windows. I looked out to wave again to my parents, but they were gone. I felt a small pang of sadness, but I shook it off. Sighing, I opened my bag to find my iPod. I put both earphones in and played "I Told Them I Invented Times New Roman" By Dance Gavin Dance on; my favourite band.

I looked around the plane, and saw everyone already knew eachother. A small frown developed on my lips. Most of the girls were very pretty, some were snobbish looking. Most of the boys were also cute, but nothing out of the ordinary. I sighed again, as I always do, and looked out the window. Nobody sat next to me, but I didn't really care. I'd make friends soon enough. As the next song on my iPod began to play, my eyes became heavy. Going to sleep at 2 in the morning and waking up at 6 is not a very good idea. I fell asleep very quickly.

I was running, from I don't know what. I was scared shitless and I had no idea where to go. I was running through a countless number of eerie corridors. There were many doors, but I was too frightened to open them. Who knew what lurked behind them. It was extremely cold, and I could see my breath. It was very dark and only two fire-lit lamps were lit at the end of each corridor. I could feel my heart pounding, pumping the blood through my veins faster and faster. My legs started to tire, my muscles began to burn, my breathing became ragged. I couldn't run any more, but I had to. Something was chasing me. I had to keep on going. But I tripped and fell. I screamed in pain. I had fallen on my wrist the wrong way, and it felt like it was broken. I looked at it and it instantly began to bruise. Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to bring myself to get up. I couldn't. I held my breath. Someone was behind me. I was afraid to turn around, but I had to face him. I slowly began to turn my head, looking at the floor...

BANG! Something had hit my head.

"What the fuck...?!" My eyes darted open. On my lap was a Poland Spring water bottle. I looked up, glaring at everyone.

"Who the fuck through this?!" I yelled holding up the bottle of water. Many of the people looked me like I was crazy for screaming so loud. But hey, if you were sleeping and a never opened bottle of water hit you in the head, you'd be pissed off too.

It seemed like no one would confess until this extremely HOT guy stood up. I thought I was about to start drooling, but I maintained my composer.

"Hey, sorry about that. Me and my friends over there were just messin' around with eachother." He pointed to some guys seating a few seats away from me. They waved with sorry expressions.

"Yeah, I was sleeping ya know." I tried not to sound too bitchy.

"Yeah, sorry."

"Whatever, just be careful. You wouldn't want to get on my bad side."

"Oh, I wouldn't?" I could hear the tease in his voice.

"No, because I would make your life a living hell." This guy was hot, but he better not try and get on my nerves.

He sat down next to me. I looked him up and down as if saying "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Really? I don't think so. You look like a nice little girl." He smirked.

"If you keep going the way you're going, you're about to find out how very wrong you are." I glared at him.

He laughed. LAUGHED. Who did this guy think he was? I glared at him even harder.

He tapped me on the head and said,"I guess I'm going to find out."

I was about to slap him in the face when he got up, winked at me, and then went back over to his friends.

Stupid-ass-hot-guy! GRRRRRRRR!

I hate when people tap/pat me on the head. I find it very demeaning. They're like patting you as if you were their cute, tiny pet. And I wasn't anyone's cute, tiny pet! Maybe cute.. but NOT a pet.\

I stood there, looking out the window FUMING. I swear I have anger issues. Then I saw how dark it was outside. How long had I been asleep for? We were flying over farmland fields. Where the fuck were we?

All of a sudden a pretty blonde and blue eyed girl jumped into the seat next to me. I just started at her for a good 10 seconds.

"Oh my god! You talked to DAMIEN!" Her eyes were about to pop out of her head.. and I thought mine were too.

"Damien?" I was confused.. OH! The hot guy must be Damien... GRRRRRR! I was still very mad.

"Yeah know, that guy that was sitting next to you! Oh my gosh, you are like sooooooo lucky." She squealed... like a pig. My ears were about to bleed.

"Like oh my gosh, really? Wow." *making fun*

"Mhmm! Isn't he HOT?" She had the biggest smile on her face, waiting for me to agree with her.

I quickly glanced over to where Damien sat from the corner of my eye. He was looking over here. He could probably hear her too, she was being so fucking loud! I smirked.

"Sure, whatever. If you like losers." I didn't need to look back at him. I felt him glaring at me.

"You did NOT just say that!" This girl was seriously getting on my nerves.

"YES, I did." I rolled my eyes and turned away from her.

"Ew, I don't know why Damien would want to talk to you anyway. You're totally ugly."

...

Ohhh, you're in for it now.

"Ugly? Did you just call me ugly? I think I might have heard you wrong."

She stood up.

"Yeah, I did say you were ugly. What are you, deaf?"

I stood up. I was a lot taller than her.

"Listen, you small as bitch, you don't know shit. You shouldn't be fuckin' talking. If I'm ugly then you must be atrocious. I bet you the devil can't even look at you. Otherwise, you would have been sent to hell for looking the way you do."

I heard a bunch of "Ooohs!"

"Chea, well, I'm an athiest." She smirked.

"Oh! Because that's the only thing you can say back, right? Go and jump out the plane. Then you'll find out if there really is a god or not." I laughed at her.

She flipped me off and walked back towards her friends. They all glared at me. I blew a kiss towards them.

I glanced at Damien and his friends and they were laughing. Practically everyone was. It seemed that I had started on the right foot.