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Yulia leaned against the concrete column, a half smoked cigarette in-between her full pouty mouth as she acclimated herself to her surroundings.
The school was utterly upper class, posh and classy. Thank God, the classes had been pretty much the same except for them being at a quicker rate, which is why Yulia was here anyway. She took another deep drag from the cigarette and blew out a slow stream through her compressed lips as she thought about the past two months of her life.
Two months ago, Yulia was still living with her aunt. Her parents had still been alive and were traveling the world as usual. Yulia, as she very well knew, had not been something her parents had planned. So when she was born, she was sent to live with her Aunt Marion. Her parents did love her but they just weren’t able to deal with a child. Every two months, her parents had come home to visit her, stopping their busy careers as songwriters and producers to visit the daughter they barely knew. Nonetheless, Yulia had loved them just the same. Everyone knew that her heart belonged to Marion, which no one resented; it was simply the way it was. Then less than half a year ago, something had happened in the young girl's life that changed her forever. Her aunt had gotten cancer, and within three months of finding the deadly disease in her liver, she was gone. The stunned teenager was saved by only one thing - her parents. They had stopped their careers and settled into Moscow life with their daughter. It was darning this time. Yulia had finally found out about her parents and they had started to build a relationship. But things hadn't been situated long enough for either of them to get comfortable. One night when driving home from dinner, a drunk driver swerved and had hit straight onto the car that was carrying Yulia and her parents home. Her parents had died instantly and Yulia had suffered numerous cuts and a concussion from the shattered glass and twisted metal.
Thinking about the past, Yulia felt sick to her stomach. She drew out a second cigarette and lit the end as her mind drifted back into her trailing thoughts.
The government decided that Yulia, having no relatives, was old enough to be on her own if she wished - which she did. One thing she would always be grateful to her parents for was the will that had left her everything. Her parents had been very intelligent and frugal. In the end, they had left Yulia with just over a million dollars. So she had bought herself an apartment and enrolled in the private school, which allowed her to finish her education a year early. Thinking about the past, she was distracted and swore when a stray piece of fiery ash burnt her fingers.
“Fuck!” she flipped her hand and brought the back of her hand to her mouth sucking on it. That was when she noticed a boy standing on the other side of the column laughing.
“That was talented.” he responded drolly. He was tall, muscular, blonde and a smart ass. Just the type of man Yulia would have been attracted to if she wasn’t a lesbian.
“Oh screw off.” she growled. The boy laughed again and leaned halfway against the wall. “You know,” he said matter-of-factly as he drew a package of cigarettes from his pocket and pulled one out. “Smoking on school grounds is strictly prohibited.”
“And who the hell are you, the campus police?” He lit the cigarette and took a first puff before offering a wolfish grin. “No. I'm Sasha, the class president.”
“So you must be Yulia Volkova.”
Yulia looked at him as she took a final drag from the cigarette.
“What about me?”
“Just that you have more money than most of us here, and it’s all thanks your parents.” Irritated at the mention of her dead parents in such a casual conversation, she grounded the crushed butt of her cigarette into the ground.
“That is no one’s fucking business.” she replied coldly as she turned to leave. Sasha jumped from the wall in front of her.
“Look, I'm sorry okay. I didn't mean it like that. In all honesty, I just wanted to meet you. Let’s face it. You’re not like a lot of the girls that go to this school.” Yulia's anger cracked a bit and she smiled at the boy.
“To say the very least.”
Sasha backed up a few feet when he saw the girl visibly relax.
“So what is the final class on your schedule for the day?” Yulia drew the folded piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Sasha who unfolded it, looked at the last class listed, and burst out laughing.
“Have fun!”
She snatched the piece of paper from his hand and looked at the list with a groan.
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