Chapter One

"Rica" I heard my name being called. I woke up to see my mum standing at my door staring at me. "You'll get late for school honey," she said. I looked at her and dragged myself out of bed. She left my room as I stared at myself in the mirror thinking of the dream, I had that night. I hated it when I remembered that night. My life was a mess but moving was a good start for my new school and a lot of things, but I guess no new friends. Nobody would ever replace Shanry in my life. Just the thought of her brought tears to my eyes. I went to the bathroom shaking off the painful memories and washed up with my lavender body wash. When I was done, I slipped into my black skinny jeans, a tank top and my leather jacket. All my clothes were black so there was no need to choose what to wear I always grabbed what I saw first. I completed my outfit with black ankle boots and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Perfect. I never cared that much about how I looked. To be honest I wasn't that bad to look at. My waist-length black mane with some parts dyed blue sent a message of no-nonsense to anyone who looked at me. ''Rica!'' Angeline shouted. It was time for me to go to my new school. I was anxious to go there but I had to. I only had two years to complete high school.

I got to the school with the initials EAGLES HIGH I stepped out of my Alfa Romeo 4c. I knew the types of cars I owned would bring attention to me hell who cared. I had inherited the fortune of my deceased billionaire parents. Angeline, who was my foster mother, was my nanny. She had taken care for me since I was young. I considered her as my mother since she cared about me, and I loved her. I looked around me as I took off my sunglasses watching my surroundings. "You can do this Rica, " I told myself in my mental pep talk. I walked away from my car looking for the administration area. In my past school Beverly Hills, a lot was different from my new school the structure of the buildings screamed elegance and sophistication but not snobbish rich kids' school. As I got into the principal's office, she gave me my class attendance list and my lockers combination code. Mrs. Meldrum was happy about my attendance at the school since she knew my parents were stinking rich. I walked out of her office and down the hallway and to the locker I was assigned. I punched in the combination took out the pictures I had in my bag and stuck them in my locker. Many students were walking down the hallway staring openly at me. I didn't care about how they stared or what they whispered to each other at all. As I finished placing books in my locker someone bumped into me.

I turned and looked at the blue eyes that were staring at me. Why was he looking at me like that? I looked at the teenage boy who was drop-dead gorgeous with his black hair and lean stance. I took off my sunglasses and looked at him, "Hey, excuse me why are you staring at me like that do I have something that's yours, "I said. I know I sound like a bitch but its better having people fear you than them having the upper hand. I walked away from him as I shut my locker. My first class was music, so I started looking for it. I finally got into class ten minutes after the bell rang. "Just great I got into my first class late, "I mumbled to myself as I sighed. I walked into class and the teacher stared at me. I gave him the paper the principal gave to me. He looked impressed to see me, Miss Delion welcome to our school and music class," he said. The whole class started talking and he silenced them. "No need for formalities just call me Rica, "I stated. Everyone gasped and for the first time, I noticed the cute boy from the hall. I looked at him and he stared back and I barely heard the teacher telling me I may sit. I took the sit at the back of the class as I drifted into my world since what Mr. Dante was teaching is what his name was I suppose I had already learned back in Beverly hills, my past high school. I had studied music and other subjects and finished my syllabus for the rest of the year. I had a personal tutor who taught me when I got home in the evenings. I suddenly heard my name being mentioned and I looked ahead to find Mr. Dante talking to me, "Today's assignment is for you, find a song that brings nostalgia ." I stared at him openly trying my best not to show disdain or disrespect the guy. He was just doing his work and I was here in a new school trying to cope with life. The songs I normally listened to are more heartbreaking than nostalgic so it was going to take a lot of thinking to find a song that I actually like and can sing. The class was honestly interesting as I paid more attention. Mr. Dante might not have been my music teacher back in Beverly who was a producer but clearly i could see that he loved his job and was dedicated to it. He taught with passion not like someone who was waiting to receive his salary at the end of the month. ''Nostalgia doesn't have to be inform of memories it can be inform of what you would have wanted it to be. A good example is a son going out for fishing with his dad or even a lover's quarrel that ended in a tragedy living the other with regret as long the song brings a sense of nostalgia it sells,'' he said. The bell rings and the lesson comes to an end. i just can't believe I already have homework to do on my first day of school.