At 17:30
Maurice smiled back at me from the front seat of the limo and said, "I know you're disappointed that your parents couldn't come with you to your first day at Ivy Academy, but you'll do fine. Just look at it through a day-by-day case scenario. "
Really Maurice? What about after thefirst day? It's not like I'm going to be the most popular girl at school. There aren't going to be "nice" girls at school. It's a rich kid's academy. All the students will be spoiled brats that don't know how to take care of themselves. This is going to be the worst year ever.
But before I can say anything, we've pulled up to the most beautiful mansion I've ever seen. A woman in a chic skirt and cardigan was walking through the courtyard with a clipboard in hand with a sparkling smile on her face.
I step out of the limo and Maurice pats me on the back with a gloved hand. The pat says, "I know the first day of school is always tough, but listen to the lady and be nice to the other students." but it also says, "If a kid steps out of line, show them what you're made of, this is a spy school." This is how we communicate, through simple, barely noticeable gestures that say more than words.
At 17:35
"Welcome to Ivy Academy, Adri. I'm Professor Evelyn. Here's your orientation packet, student handbook, your dorm key, and a map of the grounds. Feel free to tour the campus. Orientation banquet is at 7, please wear black tie attire, and you have the rest of the day to unpack and meet your dorm and classmates." she chittered excitedly.
A black tie orientation banquet? On the first day? I'm totally not going to fit in well.
"Do you have any questions?" she asked.
"Um. No, but when do when do I get my schedule?"
"Tomorrow. Your itinerary for the day will be texted to you every morning." she replied.
They have my number? Wow, these people are good.
"I trust you can find your way to your dorm." she quirked.
I nodded and she left to another part of the courtyard, probably to welcome another student.
The inside of the lobby was even prettier than the outside. My footsteps echoed throughout the halls, and I was just wearing Converse. I heard a deep voice followed by a girly giggle.
Great. Some kids already paired up.
The voices stopped abruptly as we walked closer and I saw a buff guy with brunette hair and green eyes and noticed that his arm was wrapped around a blonde girl's waist. He dropped his arm and stared at me.
Do I have something on my face?
"Hi. I'm Carson Runé." he said, holding out his arm that was around the girl's waist just seconds ago
Damn, he's hot.
"Hey. I'm Adri Black." I muttered as I shook his hand.
"Lizzie, how about I show you the stables later, kay?" he said to the blondie.
"Forget it, Carson." she huffed and strut away like a peacock.
"So, where are you headed? Maybe I can walk you there." he said.
Is he really flirting with me?
"Uh. I-I just got here so I was going to go unpack at my dorm." I stuttered.
Smooth, Adri, real smooth.
"Is it ok if I help you unpack? I don't have much to do and you might need help moving your stuff." he said.
YOU ARE READING
Ivy Academy (on hold)
Teen FictionI am about to face the most dangerous and highly lethal challenge of my life. My mission? Initiate myself into Ivy Academy, an espionage school for the gifted.