Chapter 1

I stand in front of the gates of my new school. I look at the school's required uniform. It had a white polo with a blue tie, a feminine blazer of the same color as the tie, grey pleated skirt, white bobby socks, and black shoes.

I am glad I am wearing it, it seems proper for a school to have a uniform. Uniforms give a sense of prestige. The uniform doesn't do well on body shapes though, not good for chubby people but I was lucky I had a good figure and a gifted chest. Though it decreases your figure, it adds to elegance for sure.

I put a hair band on my thick, silky black hair and a few fringes are scattered on my forehead. I wanted to tie it for a tidier look but then, my hair is too short, just a little above my shoulders. My mother was Spanish with a British citizenship, that explains my Spanish looks. I walk to the building I'm supposed to go. I've been here before, once but it looks different now; it's busy with students everywhere.

I entered this independent school in the middle of the semester. I don't know what came to my father to bring me here. My mom died when I was three, I reminded him of her too much that it became too painful for him. He was losing his mind and he just had to let me go. And so, that is how I came to leave England and studied at a boarding school in Beverly Hills, America.

He asked me to go back because he said that it was time for him to be a father and if you ask me, that is just stupid. He abandoned me for fourteen years; I was practically an orphan except that he visits me during holidays and when he does, I can see the pain in his eyes. He can't bear to see me and I can't bear to look at him succumbing in pain like that, I can't bear to watch his eyes that can't even look me straight.

It is inevitable that we are strangers to each other, therefore, we are. We talk though, and I am not angry at him at all. I just simply do not care about him or our relationship. Most of the time, I ignore him, I just talk to him when I need something and the only time I talk to him when I don't need something from him is when he is the one who talks to me first. Usually I just answer his questions simply and briefly and that's that, I never do more than that.

Usually, they do not accept misplaced students, misplaced in terms of time when enrolling. But then again, my dad is some kind of musical genius who was admired by the head of the whatever and the whatever. I am confused in this country; I never knew the ways here was this vastly different from America. No one ever prepped me for this. I feel like a stranger in my 'supposedly' own country.

I enter our classroom to find everybody staring at me as if I had an extra eye. "Did I enter the wrong room?" I asked aloud, I make sure I look braver than what I really feel. I wonder what they think of me.

"Apparently. As you can see, we don't know you and you don't know us, so… good bye!" A devious looking boy with pointy blonde hair told me. Goodness, what an unfriendly school. I could see in their stares that everyone in this classroom was just like him.

"Ah. Well, alright. Good bye." I said and exited the room but as soon as I did, a male teacher who was in his mid-forties appeared before me. He was a little chubby with graying hair that was once dark brown, he looked bubbly and he reminded me of Richard Gere. He was our English teacher. He stopped me from walking and now, I am walking backwards to reenter the room. Then, the teacher told me to take a seat at the empty seat and I did.

When I did, murmurs started to surface and the volume grew and grew as if it was persecuting me and it was waiting to swallow me as a whole. Sounds impossible for a murmur to do.

"Alright. Settle down! We have a new student and her name is Jared Alexander." The teacher introduced. "Jared, would you please stand up." I did and everyone stared at me.

I sit down immediately for I felt awkward of all the stares. I was usually used to being the center of attention for I usually like to broadcast my opinions but then my old school at the old country was an exclusive girls' school and I'm not used to having boys to study with. I am currently spooked out to have guys in my class and I feel really awkward.

At my very first day, every single teacher that I encounter greets me a welcome. At least they got prepped for my coming, I didn't.

Our male Writing class teacher arrived. He was old, really old with a grumpy look on his face. All his hair was grey, he wore glasses and he never did smile. On my very first day, we were assigned to write a how-to essay. The topic was 'How To Prepare for a Ball/Party' and the time zone was during the renaissance. Other than the exciting Writing class where I am to write with all eagerness for, all the other subjects were boring, they were all lecture.

I was lucky I had a female friend on my right who was really kind. She was blonde, hot body, pretty everything that makes up for a popular girl, but, she was kind. She was really kind and weird. She reminds me of my friends back then, weird in a good sense. She wasn't smart but she was an artist, a brilliant artist, she can do wonders when she draws. Her name was Amanda.

In front of me, behind me and on my left, are male human beings and I talked to none of them. The one on my left was a young actor I have long admired. He had light brown hair, blue eyes and a really charming smile, he looked younger than his age though and because of that, he was so admirable.

He was handsome and a really good actor, it was like, he did well on this one film and then, everyone just wanted him at the film they were making. I never knew someone like him would study here but I'm glad someone like him is studying here.

He never did talk to me except for some smiles. I hope he will but he didn't. Maybe I'll talk to him tomorrow, maybe we could be friends.

The essay was due tomorrow by the way and I'm really working hard on it. It was about history and I love history and I couldn't be more passionate.

Surprise, surprise, a sneak peek to the next chapter!

"…something glimmering in your eyes."

"…to exploit her secrets to us."