I started rushing through my room, trying to pack as many things that i need as possible in under 1 hour.
"What was that letter about?" Mom asked, standing at the hall outside my room.
"Oh, i got accepted at the school as a student and transportation is provided, but its coming in an hour's time, so i have to pack my stuff as i will be staying at the school's campus. You can read the letter to verify."
"Can you summarize the letter for me? I can't seem to read the letter as i get a headache everything i look at it. Sounds weird, right?"
"Oh, it's basically about me getting a place in the school, and that books and others will be provided for me, so i don't have to worry about those. I just need to bring my own clothes for the entire year so that is why i'm packing my stuff right now. Can you tell Dad about this when he comes home?"
"Sure. Im going to lie down in bed for awhile because this headache is worsening."
Something cropped up at my father's company today and since he is the manager of the company, he left home earlier today. After about an hour, when i was eventually done with packing my clothes and wondering if the letter had been issued to the wrong person. A part of me actually hoped that i might be special, and not so ordinary, when a black car with tinted window turned onto my street. Is that supposed to be my transport?
The driver rolled down his window and asked,"are you Makayla Johnson?" I nodded my head, thinking that this was a dream that i will wake up soon. "Well then, get in. I don't have all day long to wait for you." I got in, closed the car door, and we left for the school.
On the ride to school, i kept trying to start a conversation with the driver as it was turning into one of those awkward car rides. "So... Do you often chauffeur new students to the school?" He looked at me through the mirror in the car and replied," i chauffeur all students there. In fact, im the only chauffeur in the school."
"Cool" i said. The rest of the car ride was in silence and i stared out of the window, looking at the scenery. I started yawning for awhile and felt my eyes started drooping down.
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TRIS
FanfictionMakayla Johnson was the most ordinary person on the earth. So when she received a letter from the principal of the school Tributes, Runners, Initiates and Shadowhunters (TRIS for short), she was surprised. It was a school where you get to learn how...
