I woke up and went downstairs. There were strange men sitting in the living room. "Who are these strange men?" I asked my mother. "Your new owners," she said. This is the story of how I was sold to K-TV.
It was raining when I arrived at Kingston Prep. It was like I could control the weather with my emotions. I didn’t want to be at Kingston and I missed my life back home in LA. I wanted to be a star, not to go to some stupid boarding school in Virginia. How was I ever going to make friends at a school full of rich kid snobs? Ugh.
I’ve just realised I haven’t described myself to you! I’m 16 years old, my name is Kayla-Rose Styles (I'm not related to Harry Styles but I wish I was) and I have long blonde hair that hangs down my back, but today it was tied up in a ponytail. I’m wearing a black skirt and a black band tee that I got from my brother’s wardrobe back at home. My makeup was flawless as always but apart from my winged eyeliner you couldn’t tell I was wearing any.
I stepped out of the car and looked around at the school. For somewhere that looked so nice it sure seemed like a nightmare.The men took me to the front office where a pretty girl was waiting for me. She smiled at me and said "Hi!" I immediately disliked her. "Hi" I said back. "My name is Astrid, I was asked to show you around. I'm at KU but I've been here since my Sophomore year at KPYA." Did this girl ever stop talking? "I'm Kayla," I said with a forced smile.
We went to look around the school together. I already hated it here.
Then I saw him. He was as tall as a six foot tall tree and had the cutest face I've ever seen. "Who's he?" I asked Asstrid.