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Lisa's POV

I arrived at the prestigious Relurde Academy two hours before the first bell at 8am. Clutching my duffel bag, I strode across the wide grounds towards the dormitory buildings. I heard from our driver that my room was situated directly across the school's covered gym.

Swiping my keycard, I entered the small but clean room that would be my home, for I don't know how long. A tight knot twisted in my stomach as I remembered the argument my dad and I had. Dropping my bag, I pulled out the letter my Mom gave me yesterday, smoothing it open.

"My dear Lisa, it pains me to let you go. I know it will be hard for you there, but be strong, my love. It'll be worth it someday. If you need anything, contact Sir Freyo so he can help you. I love you more than anything, Lisa. Take care."

I pouted, rereading the letter. It's not even that 6 I miss my Mom already.

I felt the tears forming again, so I took a deep breath, shook my head, and mumbled, "You'll be alright, Lisa."

With a frustrated sigh, I set the letter aside. I can't dwell on it anymore. It's no use in crying. For now, I needed to start getting adjusted to my surroundings.

I spent a few minutes adjusting my appearance in the mirror, securing my ash blonde hair into a sleek ponytail and brushing my bangs. Satisfied with the studious look, I gave a decisive nod to my reflection and strode back out into the hallway. 

Time to start exploring the "wonderful school," my dad had been bragging about.

I decided to locate my first class and get the lay of the land. The grand main academic building is seen ahead, an imposing building of carved stone and gleaming windows. Making my way inside the vaulted lobby, I found the directory before proceeding to the third floor.

I found the classroom for Advanced Literature and let myself in through the heavy oak door. The spacious room was empty, and still, the rows of vacant desks bathed in warm morning light filtering through tall windows. I chose a seat near the back - the second row from the rear wall. A perfect place to observe everyone while avoiding drawing too much attention to myself.

Leaning back, I studied the teaching materials and ancient books lining the shelves along the walls. This place reeked of privilege and elite status. I could only imagine the high expectations placed on the students here, mainly children of the wealthiest families. No doubt some undercurrent trouble persisted beneath the place, driving all sorts of misdeeds.

The loud ringing of the bell jolted me from my state of mind. I straightened in my seat as chattering students began streaming into the classroom. Among the students, four girls entered together in a clique. Their laughter and chatter were so loud compared to others.

My eyes instantly assessed each one closely. The first was a brunette with striking feline eyes, her movements graceful and poised as she claimed the seat in front of me. Definitely someone used to being the center of attention and admired. 

The second had beachy blonde locks and an Australian accent as she complained loudly about something to her friends. Clearly from money judging by her designer accessories.

The third girl had a chic, asymmetrical raven haircut and spoke in rapid, accentless English. International upbringing perhaps - her clipped movement and mannerisms suggested being one of the elites.

The fourth was unmistakably Korean based on her delicate features and slight frame, her hair flowing past her shoulders. The way she trailed half a step behind the other three made me wonder if she was more of a follower among her friends' dominant personalities.

As more students filed in, I continued observing details about everyone, their postures, fashion choices, body language, and whispers. I was just used to doing this. Father has said it before that observing is my forte. Perhaps that's the only time he complimented me.

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