I felt nervous as I approached the building that was my new school. I thought of my parents and gritted my teeth. Why did they have to drag me along to the other side of the fucking country? Why couldn’t I live with my sister? Katie had been more than willing to let me live with her…

I sighed and got my head together. Whining to myself was not going to help me here. I opened the door of my new car – a present from my parents, they thought they could soothe me with that. I couldn’t care less about having a car or a pony for that matter. I wanted to go back home, to my friends and most importantly; my girlfriend.

I tried to shake off all thoughts of the beautiful brunette. It was over now and there was no sense in thinking of her and the time we had spent together. I had to put Elizabeth in the past. Just as the school bell rang, I entered the building. The hall was crowded with students. They all seemed to travel in packs – just great. I thought I would never make friends this way. What on earth had my parents been thinking, moving in the middle of a school year? In the middle of my senior year, for crying out loud! I let out an irritated sigh and looked at the ground plan of the school, looking for my classroom. Art was my first subject of the day. I wasn’t really interested in this subject, but my father had insisted. He wanted me to know a bit about everything, and he was sure I would be able to use this class in later life.

I knew exactly what John Kennard expected from me. He wanted me to meet a man from a good family with much influence. We would of course have children, who would get the best education. Being the wife of an important man, I had to be able to have conversations on all kinds of matters. John did not want his daughter to do less for another businessman’s wife. Knowledge of art went along with leading a life like that. Everyone knew rich people were into art. All of this made me resent the subject even more.