CHAPTER 1

Barbara "Barbie" Jones POV

I am Barbara Jones, I have been dreaming of going to Harvard college for architecture. They are very selective when it comes to admission process, and you can't even buy your way in. I am smart, don't get me wrong but I applied a month ago and my application is still pending.

Two weeks ago, one of my Uncles that works there contacted us and told us about a private school, Philips Academy (Andover) that is linked with Harvard and if I'm able to get good grades that I would be given admission in Harvard. So I am transferring there for my senior year

I stared at my reflection, smoothing out the wrinkles on my dress. My mom, dad, and Uncle Stanley were all smiles, but I could sense the underlying tension. Today was the day I'd leave for Phillips Academy in Massachusetts.

"Barbie, sweetie, you're going to do great things," my mom said, her voice trembling.

I forced a smile, trying to reassure her. "I'll be fine, Mom. I promise."

My dad cleared his throat. "Remember, Barbie, you're going to Phillips Academy for one reason: to get into Harvard. Don't let anything distract you."

I rolled my eyes, feeling a familiar surge of frustration. "Dad, I know. You've only reminded me, like, a million times."

"if you need anything just contact us, but don't be extravagant, I don't want to go bankrupt" he joked.

"good thing you know that you will, because I will buy all the expensive things I lay my eyes on" I chuckled.

"I would just cut you out" he said and then laughed.

Uncle Stanley chuckled. "Hey, kiddo, your dad just wants the best for you. And I'm happy to help make that happen."

As we hugged goodbye, I felt a mix of emotions: excitement, nervousness, and a hint of resentment. Why did my parents have to be so overbearing?

The drive to the airport was quiet, with only Uncle Stanley's occasional attempts at small talk breaking the silence. When we arrived at Phillips Academy, the picturesque campus took my breath away.

As we walked to the principal's office, Uncle Stanley filled me in on the details. "So, Barbie, you'll be staying in a dorm room with three other students. It's a great opportunity to make new friends."

I raised an eyebrow. "Three other students? You mean, like, roommates?"

Uncle Stanley nodded. "That's right, kiddo. You'll have to learn to share space and get along." he also added "and your dad prepared a chaffeur for you when you reach there, plus you would be staying in a dorm room"

I frowned, feeling a twinge of anxiety. This was not what I had signed up for. I frowned and said "I think I would hate it here"

He looked at me and then said "you can always come back home" I glared at him. "I mean it's for the best"

"I can manage".

When we arrived at the principal's office, I was greeted by Principal Valencia, a stunning woman with piercing brown eyes and a warm smile. She was a tall beautiful woman with brown straight hair, she had curves and she was young. She wore a white shirt with a black straight skirt that shows her curves and the put on a black blazer.

"hi, I am Principal Valencia are you the transfer student?" she was very polite, I liked her already.

Stanley replied for me " yes she is, her name is Barbara Jones, beautiful"

"oh! a Jones, I would go through your files" yes I forgot to mention, my family is very rich and popular. "I'm thrilled to have you on board. I must say, your file is impressive."

I blushed, feeling a surge of pride. "Thank you, Principal Valencia."

"you are here for architecture, and you want to be able to secure a spot in Harvard, that's what your file says" I nodded and then she proceeded " you would have to pick an extracurricular activity, just come to my office tomorrow morning"

"sure" I replied.

"it also says here in your file that you are to stay in an expensive dorm room, we have only one left, and someone outside would take you there"

"sure beautiful, I'm sure it would look good like you" Stanley said to her with a Flirtatious smile.

Valencia blushed and then said "I hope so too"

Stanley only smirked. This is one thing I hate about him, he always flirts with any lady he sees.

As Uncle Stanley excused himself to take a call, Principal Valencia leaned in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Barbara, I have to warn you: the dorm room you'll be staying in is...interesting. The students you'll be rooming with are all unique, to say the least."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Unique?"

Principal Valencia smiled mischievously. "Let's just say they'll keep you on your toes."

As I left the principal's office, I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. Little did I know, my life was about to get a whole lot more complicated.