I mindlessly began picking away at what was left of my chipped black nails. I brought my hand up to the side of my MAC lipglass covered mouth,but then I saw the look Adrianna shot me from the corner of my eye, and I stopped halfway. Mrs. Heartford cleared her throat. I looked up.
“As you girls know, we have a strict no tolerance policy here at Chattsfield Prep. And of course we hold our Chattsfield girls up to the highest standards…” I suddenly felt the sweat clinging to the shirt on my back. Oh God. I’m going to be expelled. Oh my God. Even if I wasn’t expelled, even if the headmistress showed mercy, I could not afford it. I was here on scholarship. I listened to Mrs. Heartford ramble on, not really hearing what she was saying. What did it matter? I was doomed. I watched Adrianna tug at her mid-thigh uniform navy skirt. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, and pulled her shiny blonde curls up into a messy bun. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore, and she cut in.