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"PLEASE TELL ME WHY YOU'RE HERE AT THIS TIME?" I groan into my pillow, moving my head to look at Leon, Inès and Remi standing on the side of my bed.
"Because it's your first day," Leon muses, "And you have less than thirty minutes before class starts so wake up!"
"I cannot believe that I'm saying this," Remi mutters, "But listen to him. If you're late on the first day, you'll be sent to the principal's office and it is not good there."
"She's speaking from experience," Inès adds, smiling as she points at Remi.
I sigh, closing my eyes for a few seconds before sitting up on the bed, "Fine, I'll be ready in fifteen minutes. Wait outside," I say, watching them nod their heads.
"What about the other new girl, Adrianna?" I get up from my bed, stretching my arms.
Remi laughs, "She's up and has already gotten five guys down."
I blink but am not fazed at all, "My brothers should meet her then they would realise that I'm not the worst after all."
"Oh, you wanna know something else that will make a great day to your day?" Inès grins.
"Please, enlighten me," I look at her.
"One of the five guys she took down was none other than Yves Arsène," she says and a grin immediately breaks out on my face.
"I would kiss her feet any day," I let out a laugh, watching them all grin as they walk out of my bedroom.
After getting ready, I walk out of the dormitory with Adrianna by my side, while the rest of them walk in front of us.
"Do you think they're trying to annoy me by putting me in Law class?" Adrianna arches her eyebrow, "Why would they want us, unclassified criminals, to get a lecture on Law?"
"Maybe I should've been gone to a farm instead than come here. I rather wash cows and pigs than be in Law," I grumble as we enter the building.
"Farm? You got threatened to go to a farm?" Adrianna chuckles, "Well, that's not bad."
"Then what's bad to you?" I furrow my eyebrows, "I do not want to dig up horse shit on a farm, that is not an ideal place to be. God, imagine the stench there," I twist my lips in disgust.
"My dad threatened to send me to an all-girls nunnery boarding school," she laughs, "One where there is no wifi, no phones, no electronics. That's like going back to the 17th century."
"That is horrible," I mutter, "I cannot live without my phone. It is my child. I would probably love my phone more than my child anyways."
"If my child doesn't get my personality, then it's up for adoption," she states, "I want the girl to be mini-me," she smiles.
