[UNDER HEAVY REVISION] After receiving an unexpected package from an unexpected sender, seventeen-year-old Amelia Kingston is thrown into the prestigious Olympian High. For someone whose life revolved around constant transferring to schools due to h...
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Before I could even give my sudden realization a thought, the same doorway from earlier popped up in front of me, casting its familiar golden glow. Without further ado, I stepped from the table and dived into the entryway.
I found myself standing in the middle of a bustling school hallway, students filing in and out of classrooms while talking to themselves. For a second I thought I was in the present time but as I looked closer to the teenagers passing through me, I noticed the unusual choice of outfits they were wearing. Most of them wore flashy retro clothes and weird hairstyles, basically something that I'd think was inappropriate. The most odd thing that I also saw was. . . they seemed to not have any smartphones with them, which got me by surprise.
I mean, I usually see people walking around with phones in their hands nowadays. I guess I got into a time when that, and wearing sensible clothes, wasn't a thing yet.
Walking around, the students suddenly parted along the hallway, making way for a black-haired boy holding a bunch of books to pass by. There wasn't anything wrong with him, except probably for his emo look. As he strode past, several girls began whispering among themselves, giggling and sometimes pointing fingers behind his back.
"Is that the principal's son?" one girl asked.
Another girl near her nodded. "Yeah, not what I expected. He looks like a total weirdo."
"True," another one said. "I heard he transferred from some rich-only school."
"Well, I heard he was homeschooled until he came here."
"That explains the look. Too bad, I'd probably think he was hot if it weren't for that."
Ugh. I hate gossipers. They're the worst and like making things worse.
The new kid seemed to overhear the conversation and quickened his pace, hugging his books tighter to his chest.
A moment later, a boy in varsity jacket stood in front of the emo kid, blocking his path. The jock crossed his arms over his chest while the emo only looked down on his books.
"Excuse me," the kid mumbled. He tried stepping on the side but the bulky boy stopped him with his arm.
"Where do you think you're going?" the jock asked. "Look up, nerd. I'm talking to you!"
He slowly perked up, his lips pressed to a thin line.
"That's more like it," the bully said, smirking. "Now, give me your lunch money."
I rolled my eyes. If it wasn't the most shocking thing I've ever heard the whole day.
"Hey, Miller!" an auburn-haired girl standing near the girls gossiping earlier shouted. "Give me a favor and leave the kid alone!"
"Shut up, Bishop!" Miller yelled back. "Don't be a hero and just mind your own business!"
While all this happened, the boy had already sneaked his way from the bully, the girl called Miller. But he didn't get far when Miller pulled him by his hair, making the boy wince in pain.
