A Gorgeous Villain
Part I
Chapter One
The Haunted Hero & The Broken Ballerina.Present. St. Mary’s School for Trouble Teenagers
In the middle of the woods in the town of St. Mary’s, there is a school.
It’s a school only for girls.
Actually, it’s a school only for bad girls.
Girls who break rules.
Who cut classes or steal and totally do not respect authority.
Some of them are violent and have anger issues.
Like punching a teacher in the face because they asked to see your homework and they kinda asked loudly. Which was not appreciated because you were hungover from all the alcohol you’d consumed the night before, illegally, and at a party that you should never have been at in the first place.
There’s a girl here who did that.
People tend to stay away from her because she likes to break things.
I like her though. She’s been good to me.
But anyway, not all the girls are this violent. Some girls are tamer.
Like, there’s a girl here whose only crime was to steal a credit card because she saw a really cute dress at a store and she wanted to buy it. And she knew that if she asked her mom, her mom would say no. Because for some reason, her mom has this crazy idea in her head that her daughter is a spendthrift and hence should not be allowed to shop without parental guidance.
So yeah.
We’re the bad girls and we’ve been sent here for reformation.
Because this school is a reform school and it’s called St. Mary’s School for Troubled Teenagers.
It was established years and years ago. Probably when dinosaurs roamed the earth.
Okay, fine.
That’s an exaggeration.
It was established in 1939. All dinosaurs were long extinct by then, but still.
Anyway, if you stumble upon the website of this place or happen to pick up a glossy mustard-colored brochure at the principal’s office, you will see that this prestigious place has a history of excellent education and iron-clad discipline.
More than that, it has a history of producing some very well-behaved and socially adjusted girls who go on to do great things in their lives.
As opposed to the not-so-great things that they did which landed them here.
I, for one, love this place.
I love the fact that I live here now. That I’ve been living here for the past two years, ever since my sophomore year.
I love the rules. I love the restrictions.
I love that there’s a set time for everything.
