Chapter 4

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Hey watties! Suggestions for Nick?

*1- Listen girl, I'll hurt you and you will regret it. Do not go around saying nonsense, because you have no idea what you're in, OK?!

Waking up fully refreshed, I changed into a black top with a skirt to match. Heading down to the kitchen, I saw this beautiful girl with cascading red locks and green orbs for eyes.

"Are you the newbie?"

"Yes, I am. My name's-"

Cutting me off, she said "Nita. Yea, I know. My name's Phoenix. I'm 16 and I've been here for two years, you?"

"Hi Phoenix," I say, taking a seat on the breakfast bar,"I'm 14 and I got here last night. So exactly what am I 'in for'?"

"You'll find out when your training starts. Eat these waffles, why don't you?"

I stared at the golden, syrup drowned waffles topped with whipped cream in front of me. So what the heck, I dug in to them. They were amazing, perfectly toasted but fluffy. To finish it off, I downed a glass of strawberry milk. I HATE orange juice. It's just sickening.

*Ding Dong*

Phoenix went to open the door, and a woman with a black suit and slicked back hair in a tight bun walks in. Who is she?

"Nita, this is our tutor, Miss Hanaggan,"

Talk about Annie!

"Are you listening?"

That was Ms Hannagan.

"Yes ma'am!"

"Oh darling, call me Joyce,"

"Okay.. Joyce,"

Calling a teacher by the name seemed outrageous. I mean, this woman who looked like a fully fledged disciplinarian wanted me to call her JOYCE. JOYCE, for Gosh's sake.

"Are you wondering why I look like this? Well, I work in an office down the road, and well... I have to look presentable. On Friday's I won't look as scary, promise,"

Phoenix chuckled. This place is a mad house.

After about 2 hours of tests...

"Okay Nita. I have decided to push you back to 7th grade. Have you gone to school lately?"

"Can't afford to, Ms Joyce,"

"Well, I see. Okay Phoenix, time for your lesson!"

"Wait, Phoenix, where are the others?"

Pulling me to the side, she seethed "Don't talk about the business in front of..... Others,"

"Okay..."

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