Promise Me You'd Stay

un :: The Unexpected Transfer

Amelia Kanes

3 months later

I can't believe it. It's senior year. I'm one year to graduating! But to think about it, I'll be stuck in the same place.

You see, I go to Preston Academy. Over here, is where the talented, the rich and everyone considered on top of the social hierarchy are at. We have students from all over the world, ranging from models to business proteges and artists. They offer you an affiliated course whereby, you'll be here throughout middle school until college. With that said, you'll be stuck with the same people.

Awesome.

I finally got out of bed and took a short bath. Then, I got ready for school. Oh, and one more thing. We all have our very own dorms, complete with amenities for the pampered ones. I put on my uniform, which consisted of, a linen white shirt, a pencil skirt and a black fitted blazer. I wore my black heels and I was ready to leave.

'Knock, knock'

"It's open! Come in, Kat" I yelled.

Katrina Reynolds, my good friend. She skipped into my room, as if rainbows shined out of her butt. She's just very cheery.

Yeah, she's overbearing, but I love her to bits.

Her mother, Aubrey Reynolds was a famous model, having walked all the famous runways. Debuting in Dolce & Gabbana at just 18 years old and soon, walking her last runway on Marc Jacobs at 37 years old. Now, she's launching her brand new fragrance and managing her clothing line. My friend right here, Katrina is falling right into her mother's footsteps.

She's the blonde beauty that has captivated many eyes. Yet, she's still very humble and down to earth. And she's already making it big in the fashion industry! She's set to debut in the Victoria's Secret runway.

"Hello, my friend! I have graced you with my presence," she engulfed me in a bear hug.

I rolled my eyes and returned the hug.

"Hey. Now, let me go," I playfully elbowed her.

Soon, we left my dorm and made our way into our first class; Etiquette 101.

Yes, that's a real class. They teach you everything you need to know to fit yourself right in with the socialites. From ballroom dancing, to which spoon you use when eating different meal courses. And to be very honest, it's a pain.

Walking to class, Katrina suddenly stopped me and slammed her palm against her pretty little forehead.

"Damn it! I forgot! There's a new transfer. He's from Paris! Woo," she bumped her shoulders and wiggled her eyebrows playfully.

Kat's part of the welcoming committee here in Preston. Well, because she's the only one who actually cares about people. And, to make people feel welcomed. Everyone else just doesn't give two farts about the new students.

But wait, from Paris? It can't be HIM right? No, it couldn't be. I shrugged it off and asked her,

"Do you have to go now?"

She nodded her head and brisk walked to the main building of the academy.

Why brisk walked you may ask? Because running in school premises is against the rules. I rolled my eyes mentally and walked over into the auditorium.