Dear, Whoever

S A G E

"So here are the three classes I'll have you enrolled in by tomorrow so feel free to spend the rest of the day exploring the campus and getting familiar with the place." The headmaster said scribbling down my classes and their room number on a lavender sticky note before peeling it off the desk and handing it to me. "This school had so much to offer, please take advantage of it."

"I'll try" I smiled following her to the door. I could tell she was thrilled I said yes and a small part of me is glad I did, let just hope I feel the same way by the end of this week.

"Do you mind pointing me in the direction of my first class? I'm sure I figure it out after that."

"Sure if you go out there and take a left you go straight until- you know what Porter make yourself useful and show her to her first class," The headmaster said calling out to the boy who stood in the middle of the hallways leaning up against the window seal. He slowly looked up from his phone and groaned in annoyance.

He wasn't a male model but by the way, he sauntered over to us he should have been. His light brown curly hair bounced with each step, flopping to the sides as he shook his head to get it out of his eyes. Little freckles scattered his tawny skin along with a small cut that sat in the middle of his left eyebrow drawing attention to his golden eyes.

"Do I look like the welcoming committee?"He said grabbing the schedule from my hand.

"Dont make me call your mother." She threatened but he didn't seem fazed.

"I'm sure I can figure it out," I said taking the schedule back from him; If helping me is such a hassle I won't be a burden.

He didn't object but watched me walk away struggling to make sense of this map.

"Other way" He shouted, I quickly spun around and shuffled across the corridor in the correct direction. "Good luck."

Before I knew it the last bell of the day was ringing throughout the campus, classroom doors flew open and students piled out and into campus grounds.

Some quickly made their way across the lawn to what I assume was the start of the night classes while others hung out on the benches placed all over. The school itself didn't seem that bad it was the snobby rich kids that attended it that made the school hell. I haven't even had the opportunity to formally meet anyone here but just by hearing the way and what they talk about I'd rather not.

"So how has the school day been treating you?" Porter said walking up next to me taking the sticky note out of my hand, again.

"Don't act like you care." I spat taking it back from him.

"Am I not allowed to show the new student around campus?" He said in defense.

"I've made it this far by myself ." I simply said before walking away.

If it had been anyone beside him to help me out I would have gladly taken it considering I had absolutely no idea where I was going but I'd rather wander the halls for hours than get help from him.

"I'm impressed." Someone said walking up next to me and looking over my shoulder at my schedule. "Not many people would talk to Porter the way you just did"

A tall girl with and shoulder-length dark brown curly hair stood in front of me with her arms folded across her chest and a smile on her face.

"What makes him so special?" I huffed. Why would I treat him any differently than I did anyone else?

"He's one of the Ivy four," She said as if I should know what that meant.

"The Ivy? What?"

"Wow you are new," She said shocked. "I'll show you around and explain the rundown of this school."

I wasn't particularly thrilled that I had to hear the whole "Rundown" but at least I was getting shown to my classes.

"So just like every school, we have a social Hierarchy starting with the bottom. The bottom consists of mostly sophomores, kids in the band, drama geeks, and cheese club. Then it jumps to the normals, select sophomore jock, transfer students who haven't found their place yet, and basically anyone who just kind of blends in. Then you have the popular kids so like athletes, cheerleaders, the cute smart kids, and like a few hip stoners, and finally you the Ivy four; the four consist of Porter Hastings, Saint Everett, Alec Westwood, And Rosen Ortega."

"What makes them so special?" I asked confused about why four boys basically run the college.

"Money," She said plain and simple.

"That's it?" I snorted. I knew people with money held a higher ranking than others but none of these boys have money their parents do and they're just lucky enough to have a card to the accounts.

"As much as it sucks to admit money gets you places."

"Yeah because being on the top of the hierarchy is considered "somewhere"

"No those boys are going places believe it or not," She said pulling me into a large opening where tons of students are gathering. "Porter, Saint, and Alec are harmless if anything they crave the attention; Rosen is the one you should steer clear of,"

"Trust me I don't plan on seeking any of them out," I reassured her.

I have no interest in making friends after I just want to make it through the first semester in one piece.

"The Orgega's basically own half this town; including this college."

"Why would a family need to own a college"

"The Orgegas built the college when they had their first son Kason because it allowed him to stay for a few years to get a basic degree and then transfer to an ivy league school so they bought it out and fixed it up allowing their son and future kids the pleasure of learning in only the best of schools."

"you're joking right?" I laughed. There are millions of other things this family could have given money to like; Donating money to help clean up the great pacific garbage patch. I get wanting your child to go to the best college but buying a whole school just so your kids can have a good education is a little extra.

"Nope and speak of the devil there is he," She said pointing across the corridor to a boy standing in a circle focused on his phone. I couldn't get a good look at him but considering he is the most popular boy in school I'm sure he's cute.

"Tell me again why all of this is relevant," I asked getting bored of talking about people who I have no interest in.

"So none of this piques your interest?" She asked tilting her head to the side.

"Not even the slightest"

"Oh thank god" She squealed pulling me into a hug. "Every girl who attends this damn school is obsessed with those boys"

"And you aren't?"

"Ew no I just know them." She said sounding discussed at the fact that I assumed she liked them.

She showed me to all my classes and then her own while pointing out other important parts of the building like the library and something called the "Lounge". Even though this school's main purpose is to make sure the Ortega children receive the best education possible it is a nice school. I wish it had more scholarship opportunities for students who may not have the same financial means as a majority of this town. A student dedicated to their studies could thrive here.

"You know I never got your name?" I said when we finally reached my class.

"Isabella Sage Hasting" She replied sticking out her hand. "But you can call me Sage"