Elite Hearts - Chaennie (gxg)

Second

Rosé

I spent my entire vacation trying to convince my mom that I could talk to my dad and make him change his mind, so I could stay at the school where I grew up. But she insists that I’ll end up fighting with him after the first word he says. So, there’s no way out of this situation for me.

Right now, I’m sitting in my mom’s car on the way to my new school. She seems more nervous than I am. All I can think about is how I’m going to avoid all the spoiled kids—boys and girls—who think they’re better than everyone else and believe they can buy whatever they want, including people, with their money. My mom, on the other hand, is worried about whether I’ll make friends and fit in.

This past month, my mom made sure I wouldn't have any problems settling in at the school. We spent days choosing the house where I'll live for the next two years, and we organized everything with my stuff. After about 20 minutes of driving, we arrive at the school.

"Okay, Mom, we’re here. You can head back now," I said, hoping she wouldn’t get out of the car and embarrass me in front of all these teenagers. But apparently, my hopes are dashed, because she gets out to hug me anyway.

There are a few things I need to get used to. First, Brandão Academy is a boarding school, so I’ll be stuck here like a prisoner, even though I haven’t committed any crime—like killing the man I wanted to. And that’s really frustrating. I have no idea how I’m going to survive being away from my friends. Second, every student has to wear a terrible uniform, including a ridiculous skirt. Third, the school wants to be seen as prestigious, so we’re expected to be perfect examples of students, even outside of school. I can already tell I’m going to regret this.

"Oh, I’m going to miss you so, so, so much!" My mom squeezes my cheeks. "Can I come visit you? I’ll be so lonely at home."

"Don’t be dramatic, Mom. You’ve gone weeks without seeing my face before," I say, crossing my arms.

"Hey, I was out there earning money to buy you those creepy and expensive clothes!" she snaps back.

"I know, I’m not judging you," I shrug, looking around.

"Hmm, alright. Now listen, Rosé—behave yourself, and don’t do anything crazy like you always do. It’s just school, and it has to work out." She squeezes my cheeks again hugging me.

"Mom, stop! You’re embarrassing me in front of these snobbish people," I say, pushing her away.

"When you get in trouble and need a hug, don’t come calling me," she says as I push her off.

"I won’t," I reply, walking away towards the school, leaving her next to her car. "Bye, Mom. Love you."

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