The house looks like an embracing, peaceful sanctuary with the home appliances, furniture, rugs, and curtains in almost every room. The place would be fitting for a family.
There was only one problem:
There is no family to actually make the rooms feel neither embracing nor peaceful. In fact, her house is secluded; with nobody ever visit her home other than her landowner.
The teen comes downstairs dressed in her white blouse with short puff sleeves, black knee-length skirt, and black flats as her uniform.
She turns to her left to her living room analog clock: 7:22 a.m.
She doesn't have much time to get to school. She took an apple from her kitchen counter with her backpack on her right side of her. She then locked the inside of the door before she gently closed the door and swiftly turn to her right for school.
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Ten minutes later, she arrives in the Academy with her hands on her knees, gasping for air. As her muscles starts to gradually loosen itself, she hears a girl calling her name.
She turns around to see a girl with brown shoulder-length hair walk up to her. "Delilah," she said, watching her friend close the distance between them.
"Hey Amy!" Delilah perks, with a matching uniform and her hair glistening under the school lights.
"Hello." She said.
All of a sudden, she felt cool air snuck up on her back neck. She turns around to see a guy in a formal white shirt with long sleeves rolled up to his upper arms, formal black pants, and formal black shoes. A crowd was behind him, with guys following him like he is the alpha of the whole academy and the girls blushing and admiring him from afar.
When he turned around, his eyes were directed to her and Delilah's direction. Then he did what any prideful, popular guy do.
Smirk.
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