Chapter 1: Meet the "She"

     “Silence!” The wide crowded school halls reverberated with the ensemble of voices from students and teachers alike until a loud, overpowering, stentorian voice hollered out silencing all other voices. The people freeze and turn their attention to the one who hollered. Then they hear it, in the distance is the unmistakable sound of platform heels accompanied by the melodic jingles of jeweled accessories. “She” had entered the school and this “she” walks through the wide-open double doors of the schools front entrance. Her left hand attached to her hip, adds an extra sway to the movement of her hips as she struts. To add an extra dash of snobbiness to her stride her Christian Louboutin Sandaloo Red Carpet Crepe Satin Pumps echo down the silent halls and ring the ears of the students she passes by.

Outside a 2025, Rolls Royce Black Badge sits in a personalized parking spot and a driver stands by it still bent over at a 90-degree angle. A small but noticeable smirk completes her arrogant look as she feels the dirty looks her peers give her as she walks by. Their waves of dislike bounce off her arrogant attitude as she looks around. One raised eyebrow is all it took for her to send the message that they are beneath her.

As “she” walks, her posse follows behind her, keeping a specific distance of eight steps behind her, no more and no less. On her left, someone holds her jacket, on her right someone holds her bag. Every student stands off to the side, backs against the wall or as best they can as they shove at each other to keep out of her path.

Unfortunately, for one short girl whose bad luck of leaving her glasses at home has her stumbling into her path. The poor thing did not have time to move out of the way before she is forced out of the way. A firm grip from a hand of the “she” and she is forcefully ejected out of the path. The “she” does not care, just keeps on walking and never breaks her stride or even look down at the girl.

“Ugh! Get out of my way!” the “she” voices with total disgust.

The short girl is unable to stop her moment and a loud bang rings out into the halls as she slams the lockers with her shoulder. She squeaks and moans from the pain spreading throughout her shoulder and down her arm.

The “she” however is already half way down the hall, already forgotten about the girl. No one stands up to the “she.” No one says anything about what she did was wrong. They all know better, and the very thought keeps the “she’s,” pompous smirk going strong. Students and teachers check on the short girl, help her up and bring her to the nurse’s office.

A boy moves quickly ahead of the “she,” as she approaches the classroom. Quickly he pulls the door, bows and holds the door open.

“My lady,” he speaks softly, in a princely tone of voice.

The other classmates inside roll their eyes and scoff at the sycophant or “suck up,” as they usually refer to him in their heads. The “she” walks into the class, past him, without a thank you or even a look. The “she” just walks in, walks past the other students sitting at their desks, striding over to her seat and gracefully sits down. Acting as a proper lady the “she” is sure to smooth her skirt underneath herself, no matter how mini it is, and sit in a dignified proper manner with her legs crossed, back straight and being careful not crease her outfit.

The students let out a collective groan and give her a wide berth, desks screeching across the linoleum tiles of the floor. The students brave through the ear piercing noise in hopes to gain a few inches of distance away from the lovely little lady sitting at the head of the class, her desk at the front and perfectly in the middle, lined up to the teachers desk. Much to her teacher’s chagrin.

The “she” pulls out small fancy compact, emeralds encrusting the outer casing, shining a beautiful green light from the sun into the eyes of the near-sighted teacher. The “she” checks her makeup, everything perfect. Her teacher rolls her eyes, knowing the little game the “she” is playing.

“Paris,” the teacher’s sighs heavily, “please put away the compact, your make up looks perfect as always.”

The teacher sighs again as the “she,” or Paris Deneveer, shuts the compact with an “angelic” smile.

“Yes, Mrs. Haerrinsonff. Anything for my favorite teacher.” The “put on” angelic act gained a strong eye roll from her peers.

The teacher, Mrs. Haerrinsonff sighs again, knowing she willing just played into Paris’ hands, giving her a compliment to pump her ego. She may have done so willingly but it is still a major annoyance, but a small smirk appears on her face because today is a day she has been waiting for, for a long time.

Paris continues smiling, genuinely in a great mood beaming her smile to her unenthusiastic peers. Today is the day they get back their midterm exams. It will be a short day and then after it’s the beginning of spring break and what a glorious spring break she has planned. As long as she has aced all her exams, her daddy, Mr. Deneveer, will give her anything she wants and she always meets her father’s expectations.

Mrs. Haerrinsonff clicks her tongue as she gets up from her chair and grabs the stack of exam papers off the side of her desk. She walks up and down the rows of desks handing back exam papers and counting the moments until she can finally wipe the smirk off Paris’ sophisticated mug. She is so excited that she’s almost skipping, that is only almost, she is 59 years of age with bad knees, but the will is there.

Now she stops at Paris’ desk and gently places her exam on her desk face down. Her eyes roll as she watches as Paris’ excitement crawls an ear-to-ear grin across her face like the Cheshire cat.

Paris takes a breath, calming herself, and then slowly she flips over the paper. Right there, on top in red ink an A+. With extra points for in depth detailed answers and every correct answer for the extra credit. Paris contains her excitement to just a smirk and flicks her hair back, silently taking in her first victory of the day.

“It’s amazing that I’m totally amazing,” she brags whilst everyone else groan almost in unison. “Now only six more classes to go.”

The other students groan, they will be hearing for the rest of the day, for every class, for every exam returned. Paris’ peers begin mentally preparing for an exhaustive day. Paris can’t feel the stares and glares aimed at the back of her head like daggers or hear the whispers behind her back, like ghosts they don’t exist. She senses none of it. She is too wrapped up in her own mind thinking of her own spring break and her wonderful plans.

Then something unexpected happens. Mrs. Haerrinsonff makes her way to the back of the class, to a boy sitting in the same row of desks directly in behind Paris. She hands his exam back grinning ear to ear with her own Cheshire smile. Every one of her crooked coffee stained every teeth appear in full massive disgusting bloom.

“Good Job, Zeus Suez.” The teacher says loudly, her excitement causing her to speak in a higher volume while also side eying the back of Paris’ head excited to see her reaction. She can see Paris’ ears perk up. It fills her with a snide perkiness as she enjoys Paris’ resemblance to her Labrador when he hears the word walk, or ball. She giggles a little bit which then becomes a lot.

“You tied with Paris for the highest exam score.” Mrs. Haerrisonff snickered with a snide look.

In a jerk reaction Paris whips her head around, eyes wide. She sees the crew cut silver haired boy, new to this school by a few weeks. Paris has never really cared or payed his existence any attention, until now. She stares with a dumbfounded look as Zeus holds up his test between his two fore fingers. In red pen A+, 100% is written in the top right hand corner of his exam, just like hers. A hush falls over the class as Paris’ jaw drops. Mrs. Haerrinsonff relishes Paris’ utter gob smacked expression. Nearly putting a hole in her tongue to keep from laughing. Wally, the boy who announced her entrance to the school and opened the classroom door for her, hops into the empty desk behind her.

“Calm down, my lady,” His sycophant performance receives a collective groan from classmates within earshot. Paris hasn’t taken her attention away from Zeus’ exam paper, however. Now Wally leans in close and whispers in her ear.

“Mademoiselle, do not worry. It is only one test my sweet,” The sycophantic brown nosing knocks Paris out of her shock. She slowly turns her body back the other way to look at him. She scratches her nose.

“Don’t,” she releases a heavy sigh, “Don’t do that that thing you do. I’m not interested and you’re too “not” attractive.”

Wally is taken aback yet not deterred, he just clears his throat and begins talking again.

“Right, well. Anyway, I was saying don’t worry. It’s just the first exam and you’re great in every subject. I that sense no one can compare to you.” The gross sycophantic nodded unnecessarily; however, there was truth behind what he said. Paris blinked a few times, then giggles. Mrs. Haerrinsoff frowns, her moment of joy now a satisfying memory, she sighs and returns to her desk. Paris flicks her hair back with haughty laugh. She pulls out her compact again and opens it up, aligning the reflection with Zeus’ face.

“Hmph!” She huffs with a facetious smile in the mirror. “Since you’re new, I’ll give you one warning. Your place is beneath me with all the rest of the unworthy. Do you understand?”

Zeus rolls his eyes and looks out the window, unbothered by her words.

“I am talking to you!” she growls at him through the reflection.

Zeus laughs to himself as he ignores her. Paris shuts compact with a loud clap that makes everyone’s ears perk up at attention and as the bell rings, they rush out in a hurry to keep out of her way. The only one to move slowly is Zeus.

Paris grits her teeth and clenches the closed compact in the grip of her palm.

This day is just getting started and it’s going to get so much worse.