Eleanor Montgomery is a lost girl from Boca Raton, Florida who has watched her parents fight with each other for over 10 years, and one night she snaps.
She packs up everything she cares about, including her sister, and drives off to the only place...
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Eleanor's POV
*beep* *beep* *beep*
My arms flail around trying to stop the incessant beeping noise of my alarm clock, but to no avail I end up falling off my bed with a thud.
"Ouch," I groan while my alarm clock is laughing at me. I finally manage to stand up and shut it off. I stretch myself out before just standing there in the middle of my room. Today is my first day of school at Westside. Today is Katie's first day at Loveland. I make my way over to Katie's room and gently rock her to wake her up. "Come on Katie baby, you gotta get up. It's your first day of school," I tell her and she slowly sits up rubbing her eyes. "Brush your teeth and pick out some clothes okay?"
I make my way into the bathroom and brush out my tangled hair before leaving it down. I make my way over to my closet before picking out an outfit. Since it's the first day of school I figured I should at least try. I found my matching white tassel shorts and crop top and slide them on.
What if the school has a dress code? The thought suddenly makes me nervous. It took a lot of effort to put this on....I'll just ask Sammy. I make my way over to Sammy's room before walking in only to see him in just his boxers. I really need to start knocking.
My cheeks flush pink and I look at the ground.
"Sorry. I really should have knocked," I mumble and I hear chuckling. "I was just wondering if the school has a dress code," I ask him looking up at him. Sammy is staring at what I am wearing, and my skin is getting hot.
"The school doesn't, but I do, and you're not wearing that," He says sternly before ushering me back into my room. "Now change," he says pointing at my closet, and I just look at him with my mouth agape.
"What? No I don't have to change!" I complain, "I didn't ask for your dress code, I only asked for the school's dress code. Besides you've never had a problem with what I've worn before," I point out to him.
