UTOPIA HIGH

The Beaumonts

The opulent castle loomed in the distance, its grandeur accentuated by the long, maze-like gardens leading to the entrance. Intricate lightings adorned the pathway, guiding convoys of sleek vehicles through the elaborate security measures. Trained dogs sniffed around, ensuring the safety of the rich attendees.

As the gates opened, the convoy of luxurious cars, each a symbol of opulence, paraded through. The expansive pools surrounding the castle shot water into the sky, creating mesmerizing patterns that reflected the extravagance of the event. The castle itself, inspired by London architecture, stood as a testament to wealth and sophistication.

Inside, the residence housed two families of a French billionaire, their opulent lifestyle evident in every corner. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as the castle's exterior lit up with a breathtaking fireworks display, signaling the commencement of the extravagant affair.

At the front, students disembarked from their high-end vehicles, walking on a plush red carpet. The paparazzi, strategically permitted by the school, eagerly captured the arrival of these affluent youth, their cameras flashing against the backdrop of the castle. The rich kids, adorned in vibrant and expensive attire, entered in pairs, further enhancing the grandeur of the occasion. The air was filled with an aura of luxury and exclusivity as the party unfolded in the midst of this lavish spectacle.

The grand castle pulsated with life as the party unfolded—music reverberated, drinks flowed, and delectable aromas filled the air. In the midst of this extravagance, two Cadillac cars, part of a high-profile convoy, pulled up at the gate.

Morgan, George, and Reon greeted by the surreal sight of the castle's beauty. The gardens, adorned with intricate lighting, stretched endlessly as water from the pools danced into the night sky, creating mesmerizing patterns.

As George and Morgan's car reached the red carpet, camera flashes erupted. George, flashing a confident smile, leaned towards Morgan, his voice barely audible above the excitement, "I'll catch you inside, love." He stepped out, leaving the paparazzi buzzing with intrigue.

Now alone with Reon, Morgan turned to him, her eyes reflecting the vibrant ambiance. "Nervous?" she asked, concern lacing her words.

Reon, slightly overwhelmed by the paparazzi's attention, confessed, "I've never been to such an event. It's a bit much."

With a reassuring smile, Morgan replied, "Just hold my hand tight, and you'll be fine. We're in this together." The duo alighted from the car, their entrance overshadowed by George's departure, which had become the paparazzi's latest obsession.

As Morgan and Reon walked the red carpet, camera shutters went into a frenzy. George's conspicuous absence fueled speculation. "Who's the new face?" the paparazzi clamored. "Why isn't George with her?" The air crackled with anticipation, capturing the essence of an unexpected story unfolding beneath the castle's majestic facade.

Through the flashing paparazzi, Reon clutched Morgan's hand tightly, providing a sense of reassurance amid the dazzling chaos. The castle's golden lighting bathed them in a warm glow as they entered, the opulent surroundings adding to the enchantment.

As they stepped into the grand hall, Morgan couldn't help but steal glances at Reon's handsome profile. His well-fitted suit accentuated his charm, making her grip on his hand feel even more comforting. Their hands parted as they entered, and facing each other, Morgan complimented, "You look great."

Blushing, Reon stammered, "Uh, thank you."

Morgan, with a playful smile, declared, "Since you're my plus one, consider yourself my partner for the night. We stick together, alright?"

Reon, slightly taken aback, agreed with a nod, "Yeah, okay."

The tension eased as they strolled further into the castle. Morgan, pulling him gently, suggested, "Come on, let's go dance or whatever." They headed towards the lively side of the castle where the music pulsed and students reveled in the festivities.

Amidst the rhythmic beats and vibrant atmosphere, Morgan and Reon found themselves immersed in the joyous celebration.

Amidst the lively atmosphere, Morgan's three friends, Agatha, Samantha, and Leinah, approached, dressed to the nines. Samantha, the bold one, couldn't resist her curiosity, teasingly asking, "Well, well, well, Morgan. Who is this handsome devil? We all know you're with George, so can I take this one?"

Leinah, captivated by Reon's charm, chimed in, "I'd love to play with him as well."

Morgan, not one to be toyed with, cut them short with a smile, "Well, this is Reon, my dear friend, and he's with me tonight. So, go play somewhere else."

Agatha, with a mischievous grin, suggested, "Is it okay if I go spend the day with George since you're occupied?"

Morgan, with a firm tone, asserted, "George won't allow any girl to touch him besides me, so go ahead."

Agatha smiled, "Okay, no hard feelings," as she pulled Samantha and Leinah away, laughter trailing behind them. Morgan, watching them leave, muttered, "I hate them."

Reon, catching her frustration, smiled and said, "Don't let them get to you. Now, come on, let's dance." They embraced the lively spirit of the party, leaving the teasing banter behind as they moved to the rhythmic beats on the dance floor.

In the midst of the lively party, George and his four friends were gathered, raising shots in celebration. Pruddy, ever the instigator, couldn't resist poking at George, "Hey, why is your girl with someone else? Aren't you a little jealous?"

George, taking a shot with a nonchalant demeanor, replied, "If I were, it's none of your business."

Yuri, attempting to mediate, chimed in, "Look, George, we're just concerned about you, dude. I mean, who is that? He's handsome, almost nearing your level. Aren't you a little bit jealous?"

George, dismissing the notion, retorted, "Well, I'm not because that dipshit over there is a stunt, dressed up by Morgan. Why would I feel threatened by a stunt?"

Pruddy, surprised, exclaimed, "No way! That guy's a stunt? Since when do we interact with them?"

George, sipping his drink, replied, "We never do, but my girlfriend thinks she knows it all, so she invited him."

Yuri, with a smirk, added, "Who knew a stunt could look that good? No offense."

As the banter continued, George couldn't help but glance at Morgan and Reon dancing. A hint of jealousy crept onto his face as he observed her enjoying herself with Reon, the dynamic at the party evolving amidst the lively music and pulsating lights.

The opulent venue, courtesy of the Beaumont family, set the stage for the grand gathering of Utopia High's first-year students. As the attendees settled, the music abruptly ceased, and a hush fell over the crowd. Étienne Beaumont, the first son of the illustrious family, took the stage with charisma and a distinct French accent.

Étienne, microphone in hand, addressed the eager audience, "Well, my fellow first years, I would like to take this opportunity to welcome you to our humble abode. Let's drink and celebrate before the real party begins! DJ, play them music. Nobody is allowed to get bored at this event."

The DJ responded promptly, and rhythmic beats filled the air. As Étienne's words hung in the atmosphere, girls gracefully glided across the gathering, offering drinks to the students, enhancing the celebratory ambiance.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and the lively atmosphere resumed as the Beaumont family's orchestrated event unfolded, promising a night  revelry for the first-year students of Utopia High.