When I got home I slowly walked up the steps of the townhouse and unlocked the door while using my coat to shield myself from the wind.
The one thing that mildly weirded me out however was the new vehicle across the street. Matte black Mercedes of some sort though I wasn't entirely sure which model. All I knew it was odd to be there considering most people where I lived life was purposely simple and even my mom's car stuck out a bit. The difference was everyone knew my mom as the kind nurse lady who was willing to help anyone so there was never an issue but this random car was definitely not typical for Bedford Stuyvesant.
Neighbor could have just had someone over.
It was possible just I didn't think any of the older man who lived there's friends or family drove a Mercedes.
Oh well.
Going inside I quietly relocked the door and slipped off my shoes before going upstairs to my room where I was more then certain I'd be passing out within the next hour.
Pushing open the door I walked across my room where I saw a black envelope the corners dipped on perfect angles in silver while the middle there sat an emblemed sticker to hold it shut.
Again the envelope made me puzzled. The cover sticker said Thornbrook's address, and the correct mail code but in the middle of the sticker was a W with a line evenly through the middle horizontally.
Opening it none the less I took out the piece of paper and began reading over it.
To Olivia Thorne
You're application to Thornbrook had been accepted we look forward to seeing you next year. We would like to inform you that our students have to abide by a select set of rules around clothing, and etiquette at our school.
You will find an attached list of school colours, along with appropriate styles these aren't forced and encourage personalization; however our school follows the clothing rules of the five B's:
Back: the back of the torso of those who attend Thornbrook shouldn't be exposed openly, corset lacing is okay, but largely torn shirts, tops, sweaters; are not acceptable to any degree.
Butt: the butt of any student should not be exposed regardless of clothing choice as it remains as such. A choice. Ripped jeans on the back, or clear pockets aren't allowed. Girls are required to wear knee length skirts if they choose, and boys shorts cannot be of similar length or compression.
Breasts: cover yourself accordingly this means no exposed busts and should the top not cover at least three quarters you will be in violation of our school's dress code.
Belly: same rules occur here short tops are not permitted.
Briefs/Bra's: undergarments for both boys and girls shouldn't be able to be seen at any time aside from in the change rooms. This also applies for bra's and bra straps or strings.
Any student caught in violation of any of these rules the first time will be asked to go home and change if not, a school uniform will be provided. On the second offense a trip to the principal will occur. Third detention for a week. Fourth chance of suspension. Fifth immediate expulsion from Thornbrook Academy, and the offense will stay on school report, and student record.
Second thing all students until getting to the school are periodically accessed for viability of being at the school, do not be alarmed this is a safety precaution and occurs for only a week at most.
Principal W. Tollemer
Folding the letter I looked outside at the Mercedes where a man in all black with sunglasses and a neatly slicked hairstyle gets out before lighting a cigarette and blowing it out into the night.
Interesting way to access someone not going to lie.
The odd thing was that the envelope didn't match the other Thornbrook one black on silver rather then the other way around my name had also been printed to the label on the previous one where as this had my name written in silver pen on the black paper. The styling was different too though it was possible that these were personalized for the Principal of the school which I could see being a possibility.
The logo on the sticker stuck with me the line in the middle was printed weirdly, it was too straight, too perfect to have been an accident. My brain began to focus on it and I redrew it on a sheet of paper and began picking letters out of it. A, W, L, V, I. Google images wasn't much help either nothing came up at all.
Well then.
Looking outside again the car was gone and I wondered why Thornbrook would send a group of people to watch one of their students for a week. Security maybe, making sure no one that could damage the image of the school was let in.
The longer it sat in my mind the more it made sense so that was what I accepted as a viable answer to that possibility instead of thinking about it too much because that just wouldn't do anything.
I eventually began to picture what it would be like walking the halls with the wealthiest children of the country, and even foreign countries. A part of me knew that it would go one of two ways where I was either completely ignored or I turned into a game. The other part of me viewed it as an opportunity that would lead me to attending one of the best universities in the country.
Even the image of having made friends with at least one person would be a miracle to me since of course I was nothing like any of them so I could say that maybe, just maybe I was friends with someone who didn't buy into all the monetary bullshit of high society.
It was possible of course I'd just not admit that I was there on scholarship, though it would seem rather obvious that I was so that wasn't going to be a good idea if I tried to do that. People also knew one another, they likely knew the names and appearances of social circles, hundreds of well connected kids who had access to money and there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to let myself be dug up and torn apart by them.
So the best option stay under the radar graduate go on with my life. If I make friends cool, if not that works too. But I wouldn't be one of those people ruined by some game the rich played.
Cautious optimism mixed with confidence would work best for surviving Thornbrook that's all I cared about, was surviving the private school.
I just wasn't sure what was in store for me, and I probably never would until it happened.
Another short chapter sorry everyone as I'm losing my edge on these updates just from school stress. Comment, vote, and share. Anyways
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