Brielle fidgeted in her seat as she stared longingly out the opened car window. She was almost home. The sun was shining brighter then she remembered it could. She closed her eyes and inhaled the salty scent of the ocean. That was it. Brielle needed to get out of the car. Now. She didn't care if they were still cruising down the highway. All she wanted to do was find a soft patch of grass and the latest issue of Teen Vogue then lay there for hours. Enough with this ten-more-minutes crap. Her parents had already told her that lame excuse of an answer four times and it was seriously getting on her nerves.
"Mom, I'm going to have more sort of panic attack if we don't get home right now." Brielle whined.
"Honey, drive faster." Dana, Brielle's mom instructed her husband.
"Don't worry. Only ten more-" Brielle cut her father off.
"Stop saying that!" Brielle snapped. She pulled her Blackberry Pearl out of her Betsey Johnson weekender. No text messages. No voice mails. Nothing. It wasn't a surprise to Brielle. She really didn't have close friends. Not anymore, at least.
Twenty minutes later, The Anderson's Range Rover pulled into their driveway. The driveway Brielle hadn't seen in 6 months. She was so excited to be back, yet it was almost depressing. Things would be different from before. She kept forgetting that little detail. Sure, they let her back in to Windsor Prep after her family had donated 30 computers, but she was the only one. Becky now attended public school and Jenna was at some kind of boarding school for nuns. She didn't even know where Nikki's parents had sent her. These girls used to be her best friends, but one little incident had ruined everything. Brielle hated to think about it, but now that she was home, and now that she would be attending Windsor Prep again, she knew she would have some explaining to do. She wondered if the other kids at Windsor Prep knew. Did they know it was all her fault? It was her scheming that led to the expulsion of four beautiful, popular 7th grade girls from Windsor Prep, one of them being herself. Brielle sure hoped not.
