treaty

1. Partner

I didn't quite know how to come about writing this first chapter

I'm still really iffy about this whole chapter, but just stay with me for now :) 

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          “So, you’re saying that x plus y times 46 minus n will equal 9 plus x times y?” 

          “Exactly.” 

          I sit in the class, frozen. This is the only class that I have to take that wasn’t taught by one of my own teachers. This is also the only class that is a mix of Wass and Omnia Prep. And to add to that, this is the only class that I am completely clueless in.  

          “Sorry, sir, I don’t understand..” I say, raising my hand. 

          He gives me a long look, then turns away. I grind my teeth together, frustrated. Just because I’m not an Omnia student, means I’m treated like dirt. 

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Here’s some backstory. A couple of students from Wass High (my school) decided to play a prank on another kid by burning his homework and leaving it on his desk in class. All was well until the whole class burst into flames. Then the rest of the school. 

          Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. 

          And so, this left us “Wass sucks ass” students school-less. It was cool for the first week, during which none of us had school, but then we started being farmed out. Half of us went to a school a little further off, and the rest of us were sent to the school down the road. Omnia Preparatory School. 

          Nothing was bigger than the amount of money this school had. Just walking into the school, you already see the sky-high iron gates, and the campus that practically took up the whole block. The whole school is covered in some sort of limestone, and its buildings are all the size of auditoriums. Which usually meant I was running from one class to another to get there before the bell. 

          No one tardied like a rich person. I had about six tardy slips already for being a minute after the bell for some of my classes. And the regular Omnia students? They showed up for the last ten minutes and not a peep. Even my own teachers were forced to give me tardy slips, but I did acknowledge the knowing looks they gave me when they handed me them.

          That was the worst part of Omnia Prep. The Grand Canyon had nothing on the gap that was in between the Omnia and Wass students. In the halls, you could almost cut the tension when we rushed by. On the campus, you could feel their stares from beneath the shady trees that lined the pavement that you were probably running on for the fourth time that hour. 

          They hated us. 

          And I am determined to change that. 

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I stand up. 

          I can’t take this. 

          Surely, this is discrimination. 

          Right? 

          I hold my head up high, and stand there, waiting for him to fix his eyes on me. He’s leaning over his desk, a little twitch in his mouth stirs, and it’s like he can sense his “snarl-worthy” meter going off. 

          “Yes, Ms. Wilson?” he asks, narrowing his eyes just slightly under his designer spectacles. 

          “I don’t understand. I need assistance.” I say finally, my voice faltering at the end. I felt the stares of the other students, and I could almost sense the thoughts of my fellow Wass students.