Somerset Institute

Chapter one

Somerset Institute, the reform school for the ones who need to learn how properly act in high society. They are the ones who openly disrespect their elders, the ones who are rude and cannot uphold proper etiquette and protocol. The youths who defy their family and traditions. One such person was in the Tracy family, the family friends of the influential and dangerous Sandoval family. Huxley Sandoval childhood friend, Rio Tracy. Rio Tracy was just a kid, a child of twelve when his parents sent to the Somerset Institution.
Somerset Institution was large and made of stone. The walls were aged cherry wood, the floor was a stone with morning blue carpets in each hall. The doors were thick and heavy and old paintings lined the walls. The castle like building was far from Vista Academy, which taught students how to be a proper high noble.  In the etiquette and protocol class, the teacher, Madam Greyson taught; she was old, weathered, and dull.  She spoke in a monotone. Some Student talked, played on phones, or slept.  Madam Greyson did not notice because she was practically blind and deaf, her a hair rats nest. A dark haired and pale-skinned youth who played on his phone, played Tetris in boredom.
                 "Rio Tracy?" Madam Greyson asked.
                 "Yes Madam Greyson," he looked up from his game.
                 "How do you properly greet an unmarried women?" The teacher questioned.
                "Madam," Rio answered as he went back to his phone.
                "Wrong," Madam Greyson told the class.
                "Wrong?" Rio mouthed.
                "It is Madam," Madam Greyson corrected. She added snidely, "Seems like none of you are learning a thing." 
               Vista Academy, was drinking their morning tea outside on this sunny day.  A young man with blue eyes sat by a young women. She wore what all females of the school wore, a light-purple dress and dark-purple shawl. White socks and heels were placed on her feet. The man wore a purple blazer with a pale-purple shirt and dark-purple slacks and shoes and white socks. A teacher walked by.
"Good job Huxley Sandoval, Cassidy Justice," The women nodded.
The women was Mrs Sinclair, a stern-faced and black-haired middle aged women with minimal wrinkles. She had on a bright green dress and red heels that made her look like a Christmas tree. The two friends thanked the teacher with proper etiquette. The teachers mouth twitched and briskly walked away. After class was over, the students of Vista Academy went into the assembly room. The assembly room was large with baby blue walls and dark wood floors. The students pulled out chairs from the tables and sat down. They looked at each other eagerly and curiously.
"My dear students," the headmaster started. "I have an adventurous field trip planned and it is a field you will learn from, maybe not any knowledge you will ever need, but knowledge nevertheless." He added, "only a class is going and I have already drawn the piece of paper from the hat," he held a piece of paper in between his fingers. "The class going on the field trip will Mrs Sinclair's class!" He declared. "However, you must be curious about where Mrs Sinclair's class will be going?" He asked the curious faces rhetorically.
"You will be going to Somerset Institute; you will stay for five mouths!"