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Harkins Academy

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"If I fall in love with you, you win," he confidently said. "And if you fall in love with me, I'll claim my prize in my own room,"

Abused and hated by her own mother, that's what Avery Tanner's life had been. Ever since her father died, she was left with no shoulder to cry on.

Avery was nearly even killed by her own mother.

Proving how much she hates her, she sent her to Harkins Academy, a private boarding school.

Little did she know that it wasn't a school for normal people.

It was merely a school for s*x addicts.

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Chapter 1 – Harkins Academy
Chapter 1 – Harkins Academy [Avery’s POV] “I don’t want to go to that school mom!” I yelled at my mother. She was like this all the time. She liked tormenting me or making me angry. She did nothing but drink ever since my father died. He died because of cancer. I knew that it hurts a lot, but my mother refused to move on. “I do whatever I want, and you do whatever I want, you got that?” she scowled at me. My life sucked. I hated my mother ever since I was born. My father was the only one who loved me but he died and left me all alone in the hands of a person who didn’t even want me to exist. My mother abused me a lot. She still abused me but that was a natural occurrence to me. I got used to it. My father was the only one who could save me from her, but he was you know...gone. And of course, I still got these marks and bruises from her. My mother hated me like hell. She even tried to kill me once. She was so drunk back then that she decided to drown me in the tub when I was a child. Good thing that my father always backed me up. Yes, she still got drunk even though my father was alive but now, she just gotten a little insane. She hated the fact that I was born, naturally. She even tried to cut me with razor blades and I still somewhat got the marks from that. Now, she was entirely ruining my life, sending me to this boarding school because she didn’t want to see my face anymore. I really, really hated my life. If my father was here, everything would turn out fine like it used to but he was not going to rise from the dead and save me because that would be… weird, really weird. I was currently in the middle of the first semester and she wanted me to change my school? Not to mention, live in that school? I hated boarding schools. No life, no anything! “You’re going to study at Harkins Academy whether you like it or not! I’m just going to give you your allowance every month,” I was eyeing her but she wasn’t drunk. She was normal right now therefore, there weren’t any toxins defying her brain. She was serious. “Where did you even get that Harkins Academy information? I don’t even know that school!” I yelled at her. “I just saw its flyers! They’re everywhere!” she responded but I could see that she got it from a fellow businesswoman. I could read my mother’s mind since she was of course, my mother. “So go pack your things now! I don’t want to see your face in this house tomorrow, you got that? Just get a cab and tell them Harkins Academy. They’ll know what to do,” She went upstairs, probably going to get her sleep. Ugh. I hated my life. It was better to die and live in hell rather than live with my mom who thought that she could control everything around me. I meant, I was 16 years old and kids around my age could do whatever they wanted, right? Following my mother’s example, I went upstairs too. I packed my things because my mother would totally kill me if I didn’t. After that, I went to my bed, stared at the ceiling and went to sleep. *** Unfortunately, I woke up without a dream. I love dreams, because I think they show you something that could someday help you find life interesting. My mother gave me my allowance for the whole month last night. She said that she would just send me my money every month. I did not cry before I left because there wasn’t really anything to get depressed about. There was no doubt that I would miss my friends and that was all. There was no love for my mom since she never did love me anyway. I fetch a cab and hopped inside it. I told him where the location should be and my mother was right, the driver knew Harkins Academy. It turned out that my mother planned this already. I was just told last night and heck, I was going to transfer the next day. I didn’t even say good-bye to my friends but I didn’t intend to to lessen the pain. *** Harkins Academy, here I was. The school didn’t look boring itself. It looked old but it was big. There was one thing that I hated about it though. Uniforms. I was used in wearing my casual outfits but Harkins Academy required the students to wear those uniforms. I didn’t like to wear skirts since they were too preppy for my liking. I went inside the Academy and it was flawless. Marbled walls and floors and it looked like a hotel but better. My mother could have waited until tomorrow because today was Friday which meant that there were no classes for me today. I was just going to meet my new roommate since it seemed that class hours were already over. I went to the information booth which I thought was the office. The lady in her mid-40’s gave me my schedule and my dormitory keys. She said that I would have a roommate which was sort of good so I would give it a try to befriend her. *** The lady instructed me of what floor and what door my room was. I opened the door and saw a little-headed blonde girl reading a book. She turned to look at me and was shocked to see that she got a new roommate. “Are you my new roommate?” she asked, acting all excited. It really sucked to sleep in a dormitory room alone so I would excuse her for getting pumped up. “Yes,” I nodded. I pulled my baggage inside the room and sat on top of the empty bed. “I’m Emma Parker, nice to meet you!” she walked towards me and extended an arm, and with me not wanting to be rude, I took it. “Avery Tanner,” “So...” she wondered. “Are you an addict?” “Excuse me?” I looked at her, confirming if I heard her words properly. “Oh,” she gasped. “You’re the same as me,” “Same as what?” I tilted my head to the right side. She didn’t even answer my first question properly. “You’re also a person who was sent here by their parents who have no idea what this school is for,” “I don’t get it,” I was still looking at her. No, it was more like a glare with some sort of confusion. “This school is for what?” “For s*x addicts.”

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