Chapter 4: The Fuschia Binder of Doom

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Let me just begin by saying that PineCrest has got to be, hands down, the biggest high school I've ever seen in my life.

Big high school isn't even the right word.

It's more like small college campus.

After our bus had cascaded down what felt like a never ending driveway surrounded by about a million pine trees, we still hadn't even reached the actual school building.

Just the front gates.

Really, in all honesty, the property was probably bigger than some third world countries.

And that didn't even include the actual campus.

Nope.

Just the woods surrounding it.

The actual grounds were enclosed by an ancient stone wall, running rampant with bright green moss, and it cut off in four places, as far as I could tell.

The front gates.

The two side entrances.

And the back.

Once you entered the wall, you'd immediately be met with a view of sprawling green lawns, strong, tall oaktrees, and finally, the main building.

Comprised of the same stone as the wall, this colossal ancient castle towered over the school's grounds with a regal and mysterious air.

Basically, I was going to school at Hogwarts.

And in case you didn't know, going to a real-life Hogwarts costs a lot of money.

But I was of average intelligence, so I somehow managed to pull some sort of scholarship.

As I passed under the shimmering bronze gates of the main entrance for the first time, I glanced up to read the plaque hanging above the entrance.

Ad Gloriam.

For the Glory.

And those two little words told me all I needed to know about the level of pressure at this school.

But I can handle this.

And even if I can't, there's no way I can turn back now.

So I put my fears aside and my way onto the grounds, feeling as if everyone was staring at me, like all eyes were on me.

Because high school was a jungle.

And I was some foreign creature, being analyzed by the prey so they could determine how best to take me down.

It was all just a feeling.

But still.

After receiving the grand tour from Natalya and briefly being told all the names of the various towers, turrets, and corridors, I heard the five minute warning bell.

"Um.. I better get to class," I mumbled.

"Oh yeah! Silly me!" She giggled. "Almost forgot! Here...lemme see what teachers you have!"

And before I could protest, she had snatched my schedule.

Honors English

French III

AP Chemistry

Lunch

American History

Pre-Calc Honors

Study

Music

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