The Notebook

Chapter 1

It was a regular day. The sun’s rays reflected mightily, passing through thick white clouds. Like the usual routines, students were rushing busily to finish the list of requirements in each of their subjects.

A clumsy girl with her hair in low pigtail rushed past the swarm of students going up to the floors where their classrooms were located.

Dark-haired, bangs falling at the level of eyebrows, fair complexion, approximately 5 feet and 4 inches tall, slender, jolly, clumsy.

She sped up unceremoniously to the fourth floor where her classroom was, stopping only to bow courteously to professors. Jogging her way to the classroom, she let her backpack fall clumsily from her shoulder. Bowing her head low, she walked inside. The sign at the top of the door panel indicated that she was already in her final year in High School.

A man wearing faded black pants and matching coat that concealed more than half of the white buttoned-up long sleeve polo and its striped black and blue neck tie stood up from where he was sitting on the garden chair. Steadying his footing, so that his black leather shoes crunched the fallen leaves upon his feet, he roamed his eyes around the campus.

He trailed his gaze from the black-painted gate, to the array of trees that lined the school grounds, to the school buildings where only a few students were standing, to the classroom where the pigtail-haired girl went into, and finally to the small, black, leather notebook in his hands.

He scribbled a few more notes in his notebook before tucking it in the inside pocket of his coat. Taking a deep breath of fresh morning air, he walked his way towards the building he had been looking at for a while now.

He looked utterly out of place in a school uniform. Its thick material failed to hide his well-toned body. His stern, collected face with prominent jaw lines spelled authority. His eyes, hawk-like, gave anyone the impression that he was not someone to mess up with.

He looked elite, classy, manly, and far-fetched from the brawny, unkempt and long-haired boys who were usually seen inside the campus. It was definitely not unexpected that his presence aroused murmur and too much attention than necessary.

This was a good start for a great mission. The girl didn't look like someone who was hard to convince. She didn't look like someone from a well-providing family either. A little persuasion, a little money, a little charm, and she was definitely going to give in.

He had been taught how to gauge the personality and weakness of a person and he had always been good at it. He could do it to anyone without arousing suspicion. The only person whom he could not read was his master, who seemed to be wearing a thousand faces you wouldn't know which is which.

But this girl? She doesn’t look like someone who is hard to please. He thought. He had the money, he had the strength, the charisma and the looks and he was going to use them to his advantage.

He stopped in front of a semi-open classroom door and knocked five times before opening it fully, revealing himself to about thirty pairs of eyes looking directly at him.

Flashing a dazzling smile addressed to the female professor in front of him, he stepped into the room casually and gave her a perfectly courteous bow.

Giggles erupted from the room. As he raised his head, he looked directly into the professor's eyes saying, "Good morning professor. I am Troy, the transfer student from the United States."

He turned his eyes to the expectant crowd of teenagers and, like what he'd foreseen, he saw the shining black eyes of the girl with bangs that fall on her eyebrows staring back at him.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Thank you for reading guys. I hope you liked this chapter, even though it’s kinda short. What do you think? Share your thoughts! J

-SpeckyPrince