The Administrator's Nephew

I. - Guy Covered in Black -

Zaynah Chantelle Payne's POV

School again. Semester break came by like a snap. We'll be busy again especially this week because on most of our activities, we're going to the other branch of our university. I don't know anyone from there, I only know the administrator's nephew, but I don't know his name. He's famous though, and he's always the talk of the university but 'am not interested.

I wore simple jeans, white t-shirt with a unicorn print on it, and black rubber shoes.

"Good morning," our teacher in Science said as we greeted back. "As you may know, this week's gonna be interesting as we will go to the Iceland University's main branch. We may know what's gonna be our activities but we don't know what we're doing. To explain these, we must welcome— the administrator— Mackenzie Andrews!"

We all clapped as she raised her hand and closed it, signaling us to stop.

"Good morning fellow IU students! As you may know, tomorrow is our singing contest day. Please candidates, stand up so I know who's joining," Ms. Andrews said as I stood up together with the other four candidates in our branch. "Ah, I see. Please practice well in home. You may take a seat." we took a seat. "So, as I was saying, we'll all go to the main branch of this university to compete with the other competents there. The criteria are these— clarity is twenty percent, pitch is twenty percent, tempo is twenty percent, dynamics is twenty percent, and the way you perform is twenty percent. Any questions, my fellow students?"

My best friend named Cadence Camille raised her hand. "Madame, who are the candidates there?"

"Nice question, I forgot about that," Ms. Andrews smiled. "The candidates are Andrea Gaia Zacks, Perrie Val Italy, Daena Shanelle Matata, George Wilson Philips, and Samuel Wade Andrews. Any more questions?"

Cadence elbowed me. She whispered, "Samuel is your opponent! Oh my gosh, would it be bad if I voted for him instead of you? Kidding!"

I rolled my eyes. Cadence has been crushing on him all the time. Who's Samuel by the way? I also don't know.

"Who's that boy and why are you crazy over him?" I whispered-asked cluelessly.

"How many times have I been telling you that he's the administrator's nephew? He's soooooo hot!" she whispered back as we continued to listen.

"On Wednesday, all of you are going to the main branch again because this branch is closed. Teachers on this branch will have a meeting. As a matter of common sense, no one will teach you so ya'll go there and have classes with students there. Any questions?"

"Do I get to have a seat beside Samuel?" the brattiest girl in our class asked as Ms. Andrews answered, "Ask him."

Reginette (the brattiest of all) clapped while jumping as she sat down.