Butterfly! Part one...

_____________________________

Prologue;

Daisy pushes open the tinted glass doors of St. Ambrose Private Catholic High School. Since she graduated from grade school, she had been wanting to come to this school. She has been studying for the entry test for a year now, and she is sure that she will win a scholarship. She enters the gym, and just as she expected, it is filled with posh desks that must have cost a lot of money. She sits down at the desk, beginning the test early. Her pencil flies across the page, here and there, and then she flips the page. In a matter of minutes, her ten-page entry test was finished, plus all the bonus questions. She signs her name at the top, and then hands in the test by the time the others are arriving at the school. She goes back to the desk to wait for the scholarship winner to be announced. The headmaster steps up to the pedestal.

"The scholarship winner is Daisy Chamberlain," he announces. Daisy walks up to the front of the room to accept the scholarship diploma. She is filled with joy.

_____________________________

Daisy;

I can not believe this. I really can not believe this. I just finished the entry test in five minutes and got the scholarship. I can not believe this. I parade to the front of the room. The headmaster glares at me with disgust. It is obvious that he does not like giving scholarships to people who can obviously not afford it. I politely accept the diploma, and then I realize...

"Sir, is that... Achoo! a daisy... Achoo! In your pocket?"

"Yes, it is," he replies. He raises an eyebrow.

"Achoo! I am... Achoo! Allergic to... Achoo! Daisies," I explain. He takes it out and tosses it in the trash, behind him. I thank him for the scholarship and head out of the room.

_____________________________

Crystal;

A girl rushes out of the gym with a diploma in hand, and trips into me.

"Sorry! My name is Daisy," she stutters. I roll my eyes.

"First year." I whisper to myself walking away. She's obviously an over-exited first-year.

"I'm.. so sorry," she repeats. She starts walking by me, and I spot the diploma in her hand. I remember when I got that, though I didn't need it. I scan over her with my eyes. She looks like she can hardly pay for food. She is short and skinny, and she obviously does need the scholarship to attend the school. I roll my eyes again. I walk over to my boyfriend, Calem.He's the same year as me, just taller. He has the same attitude as me, too, and he is also just as rich as I am. I watch him looking at the girl, Daisy.

"Poor, poor idiot, don't you agree?" "Yep. Look at her stumbling around because she's the smartest first year," he laughs. He hands me a daisy, my favorite flower. Daisy sneezes like a newborn child.

"Achoo," she sneezes. Calem just laughs at this.

"She's pathetic isn't she? She'll get herself kicked out by next week, just watch." I say laughing a little too.

"Achoo," she sneezes again. I secretly blow some daisy pollen towards her.

"Achoo, achoo!" she sneezes again. You have to admit, it is a little bit cute. This first year is taking too much of my attention. I could be doing better stuff.

"Achoo, achoo!" I throw the daisy away. This is been enough time doing nothing but making this first year sneeze. The first year stumbles her way to her first class.

"She's hopeless," Calem says. Calem seems to have more intrest in her than me.He's staring at her stumbling, and I'm getting annoyed at it.

"Let's go!" I snap. God he's annoying.

"Fine, Crysta!" We walk to class together, hand-in-hand.

_____________________________

Daisy;

After my first class, I try to find my locker. I am carrying a huge stack of books.

"Want some help," says someone behind me, but before I can answer, someone sticks out their foot in front of me. I trip over it, and the books go flying. I land on my knees on the polished marble floors. Everyone in the hallway is staring and laughing, but all I can do is blush and cover my face. I pick up my books, rushing away to locker 120.

_____________________________

Crystal;

I am leading in her continued humiliation. Everyone is still laughing, and so I begin talking.

"Isn't she hopeless? That scholarship winner won't last two hours," I say. Their laughing gets louder. Calem Isn't looking too happy with my attitude. I'm debating to myself if I should stop ot not. He is my boyfriend, he can see my struggle in the choice.

"Just stop Crysta. She's not that bad," he whispers into my ear. I want to scream, hit him, and humiliate her more. Yet, I don't want to lose him.

"Fine," I stop for Calem's sake. He's too interested about Daisy.

"Thank you, dear," he replies.

Later, I spot him chatting with her near her locker. I want to scream. I'm debating on hitting him or not.

"Calem! Get your ass over here Calem!" He's shocked at my word choice in a school enviroment. Daisy looks at me with fear in her eyes. I realize that she's been crying, and that he'd been comforthing her. I won't let this happen. Not in my school. I walk up and slap him right across the face. He looks at me with anger, but then calms down. He knows that I will kill him if he moves.