Chapter 2

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Skylar's POV

"WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" I jumped from my bed, my alarm shouting. I punched the button on top to stop the haunting sound. My butler should be a horror movie actor someday.

I dragged myself to shower and changed into my uniform which I admit is quite cute. It's a white blouse paired with dark blue skirt finished with a dark blue tie.

They gave you choices to wear any outerwear or just leave it like that, as long as the color is dark blue. Because of that, my outfit is added with a jumper.

I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail and put on a little amount of makeup in my face. After putting some other necessities, I grabbed my phone and earphones after swinging my backpack over my shoulder.

The delicious smell filled my nose as I went downstairs. I quickly finished my breakfast, not wanting to be late.

"Bye, dad." I waved at him as I stepped into my Rolls-Royce Phantom. Well more to the family's. "Bye Buzz." My dad waved back. The car left, my dad's figure fading away.

I plugged in my earphones, turning up the music to calm me down. I'm quite nervous since I spent almost my whole life on my old school, so I have 0% experience with new schools.

Alot of cars are lined up infront of me, dropping the students one by one. Most of them, not to be offensive, are brats. Almost everything are done by their bodyguard. For example, fixing their ties.

My car has finally its turn as it came to a halt. My driver opened my door as I stepped out, not forgetting to thank him.

The school is huge. The owner must spent alot of money on this considering the modern architecture with decorations of silver.

"The vice principal awaits you in her office. When you unlocked your locker, you're required to type any passcode you want. After that, the key is no longer needed. The key must be returned after that." The woman in the registration desk said as she lend me the school map and my locker key written 197 on it.

"Thanks," I said as I smiled at her but unfortunately, she kept her poker face on.

Behind the registration desk is basically the lobby. It has sofas placed on every side and two lifts are located in the middle.

The building has 3 levels, I knew it from the lift. I pressed 2, following the map's directions. The 'ding' sounded signalling that I arrived.

It led me straight to the lockers. The hallway is quite empty. Only several people are there chatting. "189, 192, 197-" I muttered as I opened my locker with the given key.

I select a passcode for my locker and arranged it. I placed my key securely in my backpack, scared of what that poker-faced lady can do. I grabbed the books for the first subject, Math, and also my pencilcase and notes. Now, I'm ready to set off on my journey to the witch of the land of Oz.

The school didn't have alot of students considering that it's really hard to enter. But thanks to my brain, I got in easily. So I guarantee everyone are nerds.

I made my way to the vice principal to fill out some data and she would be explaining the school rules.

The hallways are decorated modernly. They have white walls all around with abstract paintings hung along. Green plants are also placed on some sides.

I shivered from the cold air as I entered the vice principal's office. "Please sit down," the vice principal pointed to the seat infront of her office desk.

I did what was told and shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. "Please fill out your data here," she gave me a pen and a form.

I gulped, scared to break this expensive-looking pen, and fill out the paper with her eyes still boring unto me.

I put down the pen slowly and pushed the paper a little to her side. She checked the paper and nodded to herself. "So I, Ms. Angel, will be your vice principal for the whole school year." Huh, more to Ms. Grim Reaper.

"Who knows that my position could change next year?" She crossed her arms. "So I assumed that you would abide to the school rules, since if you don't, you would receive heavy punishments."

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