Yukina's POV
As the wind blows and i am looking at a magnificent panoramic view of Tokyo from a high cliff made me think about a lot of things.
"What if I WASN'T born from a rich family?"
"What if i WASNT born from an influential family?"
"What if i was born USELESS?"
"What if i was born UGLY?"
Will the world still accept me?
will anything change?
Do i get to be me?
*sighs*
"Miss, we have to go" my chaffeur with streaks of white hair interrupted my thoughts.
"Very Well" I answered and took a last glance at the view.
We went down the cliff and there waiting a white limousine which I ride to school everyday.
"Miss" he opened the door for me as i was approaching it.
I didnt reply for its their job and saying THANK YOU is clearly not my thing.
After a 15-minute ride...
We arrived at Yamamoto Academy's carpark
my chaffeur opened the door as soon as he stopped the engine of the limousine.
"Have a good day, Miss" he said when i went out of the car and leaving the carpark.
Whatever.
That old man says it everyday but i really could care less about it for i know he doesnt mean it at all.
I mean, why would a person like him want a bad person like me to have a good day and all i do to him and my other maids is boss them around like my slaves.
Well, i was raised that way so theres nothing i can do about it.
You know what they say "Old habits die hard"
I'm walking down the hall and of course, people made way for me..
YUKINA YAMAMOTO, the school QUEEN..
ONLY daughter of the headmaster and known to be the most ATTRACTIVE, SMART, ATHLETIC & TALENTED student in the Academy even in the entire JAPAN in general.
"Good morning!"
"Pleasant day!"
"hi!"
"Hello"
Those are some of the greetings that i get from students as i passed through them as if their AIR.
When I reached the ground floor's elevator, it was PACKED.
Recognizing my presence, they all MOVED OUT!
Good! they know their place.
I went in and pressed the number 4 for fourth floor is where the sophomore classes are situated.
*tings*
I went out the elevator
I went in my classroom with a label CLASS 2-1 plastered beside the door
It was an automatic door so it opened and expected, i was a HEADTURNER.
Tsk.
Get used to me already.
Its already half the school year.
I went to my seat which is situated at the first row, last column and by the window
YOU ARE READING
You're Special
Teen Fiction"SPECIAL" What does that really mean? Does it only imply to the people that are attractive, rich, smart, famous or in other words, the so-called PERFECT beings? But, she's about to prove that stereotype wrong. Yukina was living a dreamlike life...
