Chapter 5

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"Good morning Camille," Angelina greeted when she saw the familiar dirty blonde haired companion arriving at the school gates. Camille gracefully waved in response as she alighted a black Porsche car. She hastily closed the door and the car pulled away. "Who was that?" She asked. "And that car looks very familiar." She fancied. "That was my boyfriend." Camille answered.

Angelina nodded in response, stopping in her tracks as Camille walked up to her side. "Usually you're always with Camellia and Magnolia, where are they?" She asked. "Camellia is on the way (her father is giving her a ride). Magnolia should be with her teammates." Angelina answered. "Doesn't Camellia stay with you?" Camille asked, learning the fact a few days after her arrival.

"She's staying with her parents as of now. Her Uncle Dietrich got some parts of the house under renovation after a vermin infestation." She prompt an explanation. "So where are you staying then?" Camille asked once more. As soon as they were side by side, Angelina turned around and they headed towards the school. "I'm staying with Magnolia for the time being. Her brother is giving us a ride." She answered, before handing a document to Camille.

The Russian took a look at it. "So, your applications to join the wood workshop have been accepted." Angelina alerted. The Russian girl smiled. "That's great!" She nodded. The girls walked into the school when Angelina was greeted by many freshmen.

"You're very popular with the freshmen," Camille noted. "You could say that... but I'm more well known for my hair and status as Vice President of the Student Council." Angelina lightly blushed as they walked down the corridor. "Morning Ange!" A platinum blonde threw himself at Angelina, crashing into her bosom as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Angelina took full impact as she pursed her lips.

"Morning Tavian." She mumbled, forcing a smile and reaching up to caress his hair. From Camille's point of view, Maxwell Tavian stood no shorter below Angelina's chin. "Hey Max, stop being clingy with your girlfriend and hang out with us!" A tall fair skinned boy and a shorter dark haired boy came along. The tall boy grabbed Maxwell by his collar and literally peeled him off the redhead.

"Morning Ange!" The shorter one greeted with a smile. "Morning Ben," she nodded at him. "Morning Saul," she smiled at the taller one. The boys smiled at Angelina before they dragged Maxwell away from them. "Max and I got together last year during rehearsal for a play. A Shakespeare play at that." She added, continuing her stroll to her destination. "We're having Chemistry first, so I suggest that we drop some books in our lockers-"

Angelina's phone began to chime. "Please excuse me," she smiled at Camille and pulled out her phone from her pocket. "This is Angelina speaking... oh.. you're arriving? Yes, I'll be there.. Bye bye." Angelina kept her phone. "Cam's here. I'll meet you at our lockers?" Angelina asked. Camille nodded. "Sure. Take your time." She smiled, waving to the redhead as she hurried back to the school entrance.

Angelina squeezed through the crowd, hurrying to the school front doors where she saw a familiar vehicle outside of the school. Emerging from a bronze colored Renault Duster, she saw Camellia, no longer wearing her usual black, yellow spots-rimmed, hooded jacket, graphical W&J nor H&M shirt, black faded denim jeans nor her black converse sneakers. Instead, she wore a black Cameliac Ott blazer over a black turtleneck sweater and pitch black jeans and a pair of black fold over combat boots.

The only thing that disrupted her goth color was her penny brown sling bag and an off-white cashmere scarf. "What's with the new look?" Angelina called out as she hurried over to Camellia. "My parents had my whole wardrobe redone, updated to the latest of all fashion trends, with the help of my cousin." She lowly breathed, a white mist emitting from her parted lips. "Even the blazer?" The redhead asked, pointing at the said article which cost more than a thousand. The brunette nodded. "My cousin works there." She answered.

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