And so, the lion fell in love with the lamb..

students or maniacs?

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Where the hell am I ? Who are all these people? Why am I in a mental hospital?
I'm talking to myself right now. If you are confused, or if the thought that, I have lost my memory or perhaps gone mad, has crossed your mind, then sorry to disappoint you guys, I'm perfectly alright.

Let me take you one hour back in time.

one hour ago

It was a bright sunny day and I'm a morning person. The weather was perfect for a morning jog. Just when I was mind battling, whether to wear black or blue, there was a beep on my cell phone.

I had received the mail of my life, the mail that would decide my fate. Too dramatic...?? Ok may be I'm exaggerating a bit. It was just a mail from Westwood academy, informing that my request for scholarship had been accepted and I was given admission there.

It came to me as no surprise. Being a straight A student, was something that I was proud of. Any academy would be more than welcoming, to have me as their student. But the fact that, I was receiving scholarship which would have been a great help to someone else who couldn't afford to pay, was making me a bit guilty, but not guilty enough to ruin my first day of new school.

At my old school, students were all formal to each other. People knew me, not for my name but for my sur name. It was hard to find friendship when everyone's mere existence screamed politics. People there, didn't make friends. They made acquaintances. Made their future share holders or business partners. They hardly treated me like a normal girl but the heiress of Lawrence group of companies.

But here, I was bound to no formalities, could be as insane as I am. It was going to be an epic journey.

I was all excited to see, how normal schools would be. How people would treat me, will they like me? Dislike me? What if I seem like an arrogant person? Will I be able to make new friends? What should I wear? Where is Zee when I need her the most, it wasn't even two days off my home, and I was already missing sky and Zee. Of course the snickering of Nick, how he would complain about my whining, how Zee would always choose my outfit, made my hair, everything.

Nevertheless, I chose this path and there is no turning back now.

I took a long soothing shower, gave up the thought of going on a jog, tried a few outfits and finally decided on wearing a black button up jeans, a crop top with a shrug. Wore a bit of make up, finished it with a touch of maskara and eyeliner. With one last look at my reflection, I stuffed my backpack with the required stationaries and took a cab to Westwood academy, grabbing a granola bar on the way.

I wasn't hungry much. Call it anxiety or nervousness, I didn't feel like eating.

About 30 minutes later, the wheels of the car screeched to a halt in front of a huge building with the words, THE WESTWOOD ACADEMY - a highway to success. Carved in ivory.

I paid the driver, and went inside without wasting anymore time.

The building was huge and had an artistic look to it. The walls were painted in cream colour, random paintings were hung here and there in the entrance hall. This school even had a graffiti wall!. Wow that was cool.

Over all it looked decent with a fusion touch. And by the name plate on the glass table in front of me, the plump looking lady was the receptionist named Mrs.Rose.

" Hello ma'm, I'm Fiona. Fiona Lawrence. I was wondering, if I could have my locker keys and schedule? " I asked politely.

" Oh! Hi my dear, I presume you must be the new scholarship student, Ms.Lawrence.?

" Yeap, that's me." I smiled at her.

" Here, your keys and schedule. Good luck on your first day kid, and be careful. " she winked at me.

" Yeah sure. Thank you." I replied, unsure of what I should be careful for. I couldn't actually decipher her jexture, until my feet stopped on track, without making an attempt to move, startled at the sight in front of me.

Present.

Where am I? Who are all these people? Why am I in a mental hospital? I couldn't help but to take a double check at the people around me. If they called this as school, then I no longer had an idea of how mental hospital is different from school. I was at lack of vocabulary.

The entire place had chaos spread across it. Students were roaming around wearing god knows what!!!!

Was there fancy dress competition today? Does normal schools have fancy dress competition on first day of school? I couldn't help but to ask myself, as a group of students caught my attention.

They were wearing plane shirt with pocket, 7 buttons, all of which, even the collar button put up, plane ankle length pyjama, a belt over it, (omg!! Belt for pyjama??!) black shoes, a hairband!!, a handkerchief tightened to their right hands, and one of them was stumbling every now and then, I presume he had a sight and forgot to wear his glasses.

I was trying to make theories in my head, to figure out why in the name of god were they wearing such weird outfits, this can't be the uniform!!! Was this some kind of dress code? ? I was thinking hard, when my eyes grew wide at what they were collecting as entry pass.

Some senior student groups were collecting a particular item as entry pass. I couldn't figure it out at first. I went entirely red when I did, is an understatement. Who collects condom packets as gate pass for entry inside!! From both girls and boys included!!!

Oh my god!! This is pure ragging. That's it. That's the only rational explanation to it. What am I going to do?? I don't even have any friends yet. Should I go and complain? Yeah right, way to  royally screw my high school year. And by the atmosphere here, I didn't think management cared much about this.

But I wasn't a newbie, I was just a transfer student for my senior year. Should I have to go through all of this too?

I was two seconds away from shitting my pants. Okay I'm being a bit over dramatic here, but yeah I was scared. Thinking of me a scaredy cat??? Yeah, I wonder how would anyone's reaction be, if they were surrounded with people having half of their beard shaved, some walking with slippers on their head, guys wearing ladies' outfits, girls trying to sell condoms. Gosh!!! What kind of maniacs were they?? I couldn't imagine this in my worstest nightmares.

My chain of thoughts were broken, by the sound of someone's cough.

" May I have your pass, love??"

A blonde guy, with hazel eyes asked. If anything that was sure in this situation was that, I was screwed.