The Fault In Us

~Chapter 1~

"We're here," the driver of the cab announced.

"Thank you and keep the change," I said and hoped off hoping he would help me pick my suitcases from the boot. Keyword: hoped. He was chilling in his seat while I struggled to get the luggage out. It's okay, I'm an independent almost woman, I need no man.

Walking across the street, I notice the silver gates of the Academy, not that they are hard to miss. I don't know how big the Academy is, but I'm sure it's no smaller than a village. I could barely see the building from the gates. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a forest inside. But enough with the whole I'm-amazed-by-the-highclass crap. I am better than that.

In the gates, there are two security guards wearing the characteristic vest and glasses. Why would they even have armed ones,  I ain't sure. 

"Good mornings sirs," I said with a polite smile. Gotta make a good first impression. 

As I approached, they noticed my suitcases but their expression remained stoic. They glanced at each other and back at me like they had communicated for a moment.

"Who are you miss?"  At least they are polite.

"I am Ellie Papanikolaou, one of the two students that have been accepted."

"Can I see your student ID?" Well I don't have a choice now, do I?

"Of course," I replied while getting it out of my pocket. Your girl was ready for all this shit.

Still outside, they gave it back through the gates. One of them started talking to their walkie-talkie, while I was still outside waiting.

"Wait here," the other one told me, making me unsure of what is happening. I don't remember being that difficult to enter a High School.

Slowly what seemed like a golf cart approached. The lady sitting in one of the back seats looked at the security and they opened the gates. With her gloved outstretched hand, she motioned me to come nearer. This is too much high-class shit for a day.

Drewing closer, I noticed her fancy outfit and unused shoes. It's pretty obvious she has had her fair share of plastic surgery. The only thing left untouched on her face are her lips and save a small part of her chin. 

"Goodmorning Mrs.-"

"Ms Sovranita," she cut me off before I could finish. I expected a screeching voice, but it was oddly soothing. 

"You must be Ellie Papanikolaou," she continued, scanning through my attire with a blatant unpleased look. At least there are two of us.

"Yes," I agreed, looking at her in the eyes. It was one of the golden rules my father taught me; show respect, not fear.

"I am your current principal. To be honest, I expected somebody quite different but anyways," fake too-much-botox smile alert, "welcome to the Sovranita High School Academy. I guess you have questions. Don't worry, one of your soon-to-be classmates kindly offered to tour you and answer all your questions."

Then why are you here? The security guards could also tell me that. What a show-off. She must have wanted to put that golf cart to some use for a long time.

"Furthermore, the furniture has all be moved in your dorm. Unfortunately, the bathroom is under construction for one more day the most, so you'll be sharing a room for now. Luckily one of your classmates offered to help in times of need."

In times of need? It's just a bathroom! This old lady sounds ridiculous. She is wasting her nice voice with all that shit she is spouting.

"Stay good." With that, her driver started the engine and left.