I Fing Dare You by Emm Darcy EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Emm Darcy
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- Genre: Coming of Age Fiction
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I should have worn sneakers. God knows I love my painted Docs, but
they aren’t much help on a three-mile trek.
Fuck. I can’t afford to be late, not today.
I had a deal with my parents: whatever I save for my car fund, they’d
match it to help me pay for my ride. I bought my dream car—a racing green
Mini with a checkered rooftop—just two weeks ago, and it’s already broken
down twice. The second time was at five this morning. After desperately
attempting to breathe life into it again, I had to face the music and ask Dad to
drive me up to school. Except he was already at the restaurant, supervising a
supply run. He came as soon as he could, but I’m still behind schedule.
It would help if parents could directly drive up to the school building, but
that wasn’t allowed without prior written authorization, as well as an ironclad
reason. Cross and Roses took the privacy of its students fucking seriously.
I love the campus, most days. It’s vast enough to walk around and forget
where I am when I need an escape. The gates open to a paved road leading
right up to the common dorms, a four-story building that looks more like a
manor house than a place meant for teenage students. A courtyard separates
the dorms from the administrative building where I still need to drop by to
pick up my new assigned room number and schedule.
Past the administrative building that doubles as a residence for the staff,
the campus boasts a lake, near which the legacies’ dorm was built. The lake
house makes the common dorm-slash-manor look like a hovel. It’s a wood
and glass contemporary home built less than ten years ago, by a worldrenowned architect who used to attend Cross. He got the multimillion-dollar
contract just like that. Nepotism, anyone?
The lake house—we call it Glass—belongs to the legacies. No one can go
anywhere near it without their permission, so I’ve never caught a glimpse
from up close.
The school keeps horses near the grove. The stables overlook a field
where our cross country team likes to run. It looks nothing like a school. Our
actual lessons happen one mile from the stables, in a U-shaped building
modeled after the Louvre. I doubt the French palace is as gaudy as Cross,
with our burgundy curtains, velvet-lined high back chairs, and ceilings
painted with naked baby angels. Not that I’d know—unlike most of the
student body, I’ve never been to France.
At least no one has dropped a pyramid in the middle of the courtyard.
Yet.
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