Charlie's POV
"Time for lunch, Miss Charlotte!" one of my favorite maids, Chloe said. I looked at her peculiarly.
"Isn't it a bit too early, Chloe?" I asked, confused. It was still 11:25.
"Well, we're going out for lunch for your celebration!" she said with a grin. Now I was even more confused. What celebration? My grades? But it was summer... School started in a few weeks. Chloe giggled at my confused look. "Elite Academy, Miss. You got in!" she said with a squeal. I gaped at her. Elite Academy? Me? YES!!!
"OHMYGOSH! CHLOE!!" I said with a screech. I hugged her tightly. I wasn't expecting this. Sure, I may be a famous actor and an inventor... But to be accepted into Elite Academy was amazing. It was the best school in America! My boarding school here in England couldn't compete with that!
"Now, please Miss Charlotte. You have to change!" Chloe said, calm again. Well, I was too excited.
"Where's the envelope? Oh gosh, I can't wait to take a picture of it!"
"Your father has taken it with him. Now, hurry. We don't want to be late!" she said again while trying to make a stern look.
"Oh, alright." I tittered at her stern look. It wasn't stern at all.
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"Mum! Dad!" I said, calling to my parents. They both turned around with wide grins. They rose and walked to me.
"Congratulations, honey!" my mum said, planting a kiss on my forehead. I smiled up at her.
"I'm so proud of you, Charlie!" my dad said, handing me a box.
"What's this, dad?" I asked curiously.
"Open it!" he said eagerly.
"Oh, I hope she likes it..." my mum murmered.
I opened the box. 3 things. A livescribe pen and notebook for taking notes, recording notes, about everything I would learn at the Elite Academy. The new MacBook Pro, being tech savy and geeky, I love having new technology at my hands, working out every little bit of the computer.
"How... how much was all this? I mean, sure... I gave away my signed MacBook to TigerBeat magazine... But I'm sure someone's using that really well! I didn't need to get a new one..."
"Darling, shush. It's your celebration gifts!" my mom told me with a sweet smile.
"Calm down, honey. We're just really proud of you, and wanted to give you something!" my dad said, giving me a bear hug.
"Thank you so much, mum and dad."
"Your welcome, honey. Now let's order, shall we?" my dad said, as he motioned for the waiter. After my dad finished ordering, I remembered something important.
"Daddy, where's that envelope from Elite Academy?" I asked.
"Oh, right. Here you are, Charlie." He pulled out the pink metallic envelope with gold edges from his briefcase.
I took it, and marvelled at it. It was gorgeous. I opened the envelope, which my father had already opened...
But I took a good look at the contents.
Something that looked like the new iPod Touch from Apple...
And a golden piece of fragile looking paper. I gently pulled that out of the envelope, and started to read.
Dear Charlotte McKenna Knight,
Welcome to the first class of Elite Academy. Thousands of girls applied for the elite call over the last year. One hundred have been selected to attend. This is the surival of the fittest.
As you know from my No. 1 best-selling autobiographies, Life With The Dolphins, Change : Never Saw It Coming, and The Struggle to Endure, I have built a billion dollar empire on nothing but good instincts and sheer determination. Beyonce has told me that her song, Run The World (Girls) has been inspired by my organization, Girls Only. My cosmetics company, Kiss, is one of the leading manufacturer in beauty products for girls, worldwide. My fashion industry, Look At Me Now, is the leading manufacturer in fashion for girls, worldwide too. And Horton Enterprise... Well, I'll stop here, because...
This is about you.
While my legacy will live forever, I may not. Should I eventually pass away, I will leave behind one hundred girls forever changed by Elite Academy. Your fellow classmates are wonderful hyphenates, We have an environmentalist-poetess, a inventor-actress, a Bollywood film star-author, a Wimbledon winner-cell phone novelist. But a true elite is more than her résumé. She is more than a perfect pitch, a perfect ten, or even a perfect IQ. She is a machine at heart. She is the future. She is you.
Survive a year at Elite Academy and your wildes dreams will roll out before you like a giant red carpet. Orientation begins September 5. Bring a stuffed animal. Everything else will be provided. Enclosed is an ePod. It will explain the rest. Turn it on.
Sincerely,
Agnes
Agnes Kai Horton
President of Horton Enterprises
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