𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠

three

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VICTORIA HAD AWOKEN an hour before her alarm was set to go off. She needed to the absolute best at this school, she couldn't look anything less than her reputation and frankly she loved going all out on her hair and makeup.

The uniform for the academy she was going to was horrific, utterly prostituic. The white polo was one size too short giving all the boys a good sneak peak of her package. The green patterned skirt couldn't be anymore short, she'd have to remember not to bend down too much unless she'd also want the boys to see more than they should.

Victoria was beyond grateful the academy allowed any shoes as long as they were black, she'd have a fit if the shoes were some weird dress shoe.

Overall, the uniform wasn't too bad, it could be way worse. It was the epitome of Rich Academy attire. Victoria was surprised when her father had said she'd be attending an elite school. She had thought he'd enroll her in public to which her father looked at her like she was crazy. Once she thought about it, it made perfect sense. No one as rich as her would even think about attending a public school, not in their right mind.

At the academy she'd fit in perfectly, maybe a little too perfectly.

She glanced at herself in the full body mirror next to her shoe rack. She looked stunning, she somehow pulled off the hot school girl vibe. She looked classy though, not one of those school girl sluts she hates. Her black hair was curled to perfection as it cascaded down her back. Her makeup was simple yet elegant, the wing brought out her hazel eyes and the gold shimmer made her eyes pop in the sunlight. Her small two-inch heels made her look older than she actually is.

She was perfect.

She grabbed her Gucci backpack filled with the bare school necessities. Of course lip gloss and the latest mac book air. She sauntered her way to her car. It wasn't just any car, it was the Bugatti La Voiture Noire, she wouldn't drive any other car. The color scheme of the car was exactly what you'd expect Victoria Stryker to own. The Bugatti was a sleek black with red accents lighting the car. The wheels and under the car had special built in LED lights that were a dark blood red. Of course the inside had red leather material that was costumed made to her liking of course.

She slid into the drivers seat and pressed the start button, making the engine roar to life. She could never get tired of that sound, it was music to her ears. Victoria was a lover for cars, all cars in fact. She had four other cars that were classical. She hated the new futuristic cars, excluding her baby of course. Instead, she invested on the amazing world of classic cars, she fixed them up with her grandfather before he had passed. She vowed to take car of the cars for him, and that she did.

She reversed out of the driveway and made her way to the so called Madeira Academy. Her father had argued with her the previous night about getting her a driver, but could simply not trust anyone to drive her car. She also hated having someone drive her around when she was fully capable doing so herself, she refused to be babied to that extent.

As the music blared through the speakers, loud enough to where the entire states next to New York could hear, she arrived at the academy. She was in awe of the castle that was in front of her. These students were learning in royalty, and she was excited to rule those halls.

Pulling her gaze away from the castle, she noticed the stares directed at her car. She could tell by looking around the lot, she had the most expensive car here, that alone brought a simper to her face. She applied one more layer of lip gloss for good measure and put on her most bloodcurdling glower.

Victoria slammed the car door shut seeming to gather even more looks by her peers. She held her head and swayed her hips to the front entrance. The boys seemed to have their jaws dropped six feet under while most girls had wide eyes. They couldn't believe it, Victoria Stryker was walking on their school grounds, the place where they retained information. They couldn't help but wonder if they felt envious or privileged of the girl. Some girls had scowls on their faces, clearly showing displeasure of her arrival.

Victoria couldn't help but scoff in her head, those girls were in for a rude awakening and they didn't even know it yet. Who ever had ruled these halls would rule no more.

For Victoria Stryker is here.
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