The Monday morning of November 18 was grey and bitter cold. A new cold front bearing a terrible snowstorm had converged on Ellsworth during the night. It had covered the streets and lawns of the coastal town in Maine with several inches of crystalized water. The weather was a common subject of discussion around these parts, and this morning was no different. Local radio stations kept the air busy with forecasts and traffic reports which concluded that life had slowed down because of the storm; car windshields had to be defrosted, children had to be properly clad before venturing outside, unfortunate accidents kept bombarding the telephone lines at the local authorities and emergency services, and public transportation struggled to stay on schedule. However, this was not an otherworldly phenomenon; it was a common sight in Ellsworth during the winter months and its inhabitants were well accustomed to it.

Olivia Laster was one of those who had to endure the snowy storms every year, and one of many girls that attended Ellsworth High; but she was not just anyone. Most of the students at the school knew her name and what she looked like, as she belonged to an exclusive aristocracy that consisted purely of what they themselves and other students considered high society, in which a number of aspects played their parts to compose the products: flawless looks, wealthy parents, a sense of fashion, trend setting speech, along with many other indefinable requirements. However, Olivia was unique in that she was not entirely identical to the other shallow, superficial, and mean girls of this so called aristocracy of populars: she had her own voice and often used it wherever she pleased, regardless of whom that stood at the receiving end; she did not bow to the every wish of her alleged friends; and she had more than once stood up for people, students at the school that had to suffer by the hands of other boys or girls from the aristocracy.

The [url=http://i.imgur.com/f9V16ue.jpg]locker corridor[/url] connected to the south entrance of the school was buzzing with life. It was ten to eight A.M in the morning and most classes were about to begin. On any other day, Olivia would be poking around her locker and collecting the things she needed for class, but something was different this time around and she could not quite place it. The girl glanced at what she had selected to wear: a Prussian blue, cowl neck sweater along with jeggings of matching coloration, but it did not strike her as an oddity or otherwise weird choice — no, that was definitely not it. Then she glanced over her shoulders to see if anyone else noticed the disruption of her routine. Besides from the regular ‘wannabes,’ nobody seemed to look at her in any particular way. Olivia then hastily ripped a piece of paper from her notebook and wrote down the number 275 followed by O.L. — still nothing. The ring of the school bell suddenly disrupted her bewilderment, which indicated that classes had begun.

Ellsworth High was the town’s only educational institute for the later teenage years, housing roughly five hundred students. Being a fairly new construction, the school looked and felt modern in comparison to some of the other buildings in Ellsworth. The interior consisted of typical extended corridors leading to various stairwells, storage rooms, classrooms, offices, facilities, and exits. The school also had one of the best libraries in the state. Besides housing books, newspapers, and comics, it provided students with areas in which to study alone or in groups. It was the principal’s vision to have the students study in a similar fashion to universities, so he wanted to have an attractive alternative to home at school. 

At the end of the day, Olivia had to stick around in order to study for the upcoming English exam. She despised studying, and most of the time she would arrange someone to write papers for her, but this was an actual exam and the cheating options were limited this time around — Jason, whom was the guy that usually made cheat-sheets for her was sick. Therefore, Olivia actually had to get herself into the library after hours and get through the tedious English grammar. When she reached the study area, the clock had struck ten past five P.M. already and Olivia sighed loudly as she dropped all of her stuff on one of many oval shaped tables. However, she was not alone as she had previously thought. Olivia slightly flinched when she noticed the marvelously gorgeous redhead sitting by herself at one of the other tables, deeply focused in her studying behind those stylish frames. Olivia stared at the girl for a moment before she said anything.

“I’m sorry, I thought nobody was here,” she said and began to arrange her things. She could not quite place where she had seen the redhead before, but the girl seemed familiar. Olivia stopped for a moment to see if there was anyone else in the study area of the library, but there did not seem to be — it was just her and Anna Grace, which was the redhead’s name, but Olivia did not know that. “Hey… you’re that new girl, right? What’s your name again?” the dark haired girl asked as she continued to collect her things which had scattered all over the table and the floor after her violent entrance.