Funniarts
> Because my brother passed through V.O.I.D. Academy and came out as my mother's pride and joy, she decided I had to do the same.
According to her, it was a family tradition.
According to me, it was child abuse with extra steps.
The thing is, V.O.I.D. wasn't your ordinary school.
There were no football teams, no student dances, and no harmless teenage drama.
Well... not the harmless kind.
At V.O.I.D., the students were heirs to criminal empires, underground organizations, and powerful syndicates. The hackers could dismantle entire security networks before lunch. The sharpshooters rarely missed their targets. The strategists could start a war in the morning and end it by dinner.
The teachers weren't much better.
Most of them looked like they belonged on international watchlists rather than in classrooms.
Yet somehow, this place was considered an academy.
Failure wasn't measured by bad grades.
Failure meant becoming another cautionary tale whispered about in the dormitories.
And thanks to my psychotic mother, I was expected to graduate at the top of my class.
Lucky me.
My name is Astra.
I am sixteen years old, armed with an attitude problem and a complete lack of self-preservation.
And on my first day at V.O.I.D. Academy, I made the mistake of attracting the attention of the most dangerous people on campus.
Looking back, I probably should have stayed in bed.