Carton High School of the arts. The school Adelia Greene has ever dreamed of finally accepts her. She moves from Italy, all the way to a small town in New York to attend the school. Her dream of being a writer is coming to pass, at last.
Ezekiel Ree...
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Trekking back to the hostel, I opened the door and threw my bag on my bed. I went to use the washroom and back before I stood there, shocked as I looked out.
I had forgotten to close the room door very well, so seeing three people staring at me was very weird. I quickly rushed to close the door and got my things out to take a quick shower.
I wanted to take this opportunity to explore the school more before the extra curriculum was over. I brought out sweatpants with a t-shirt from my luggage. Zipping it, I went back into the washroom to take a shower.
Done with the shower, I dressed up and left the room with a small bag, just in case I needed anything.
Seeing the hallway cleared, I walked back to school. Everyone was probably in an activity, some sitting down to watch others, while some participated.
Honestly, the extracurricular activities were great, but I didn't have the full energy to participate in the sports, neither the ones that wanted us to move our arms or to think.
Activities like debate, the students' newspaper, culture, karate, and other ones, which I didn't care about reading about, just changed my mood and kept me wondering how people enjoyed these activities.
Letting that slide, I was on the verge of looking for the ICT room. I wanted to use the school's computer to find what I'd been looking for in the school. Those documents were necessary. If I didn't find them by the end of next term, I was going to put myself into trouble.
I'm pretty much frustrated at the moment, but now, business came first before high school at the moment. Yes, it was a stupid decision, but what could I do?
A week before I had left Italy to stay in this city, a company called me. I was surprised by the call because I hardly gave my number out, and I had left the company I was working in, and in the contract we had signed, my name or any information about me was not to be leaked.
As foolish as I was, I thought a contract could do everything. I thought it would stop them from leaking my number to another company. Wait, no. They didn't leak it, but according to one of the men that worked with me, he said that a guy called Jacob worked with another company and ended up spilling some of our essential information to the company he officially worked for.
That was not where the problem was from, that was just a bite of the cake. Before they had hired the guy, they usually made me go through people and their backgrounds to make sure that the company was safe. I did all that, I went through all Jacob's documents; both the ones he showed and the ones he had not presented to the company.
When I had spent like a whole week working on finding out who this guy was, I went to present all the documents to the boss. He told me that I shouldn't worry that the guy was a trusted guy. He said nothing was going to happen to the company that everything was safe.
