Chapter 1:
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This was Rosebourg Institute, the school my parents were so proud to send me to. The school that, from the outside seemed to be the Harvard of boarding schools. And from the inside was, something else.
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There was no sound in the empty hallway, the silence broken only by my own low heartbeat. There were no shouts of joy, no voices, no life. I tried to convince myself that this was what was to be expected of a school with such high standards, but deep down, something felt– off.
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The collar was stiff against my neck. The cuffs of the full sleeved blouse coming exactly to my wrists. The shirt was completely white, the buttons, cuffs, even the collar being no exception. It was neat, proper– perfect.
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My locker was in Corridor C, I had seen it a week before on Orientation Day. My first lesson was History, classroom E14 on the 2nd floor. The corridor stretched on, each singular tile cleaned and polished till perfection. In my hands I had 2 things, a map of the school with my schedule on the back of it, and a book, The Hawthorne Legacy, by Jennifer Lynn Barnes.
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I glanced at the map, I didn't need it though. I had already memorized each corridor, each corner, each turn leading somewhere. Turning at a corner, I found myself in Corridor C. It seemed the same honestly, polished tiles, lockers, classrooms, but them what more would a school have I guess. Turning my head, I saw the classroom plates. C13, C14, Science lab, C15. The lockers were opposite the classrooms, and on one of them there was a neon pink sticky note– mine.
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Elise Horroway
New admission
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The writing was neat and slightly slanted. I took it off and put my books and notebooks into it. My bags would arrive in my dormitory at around evening.
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Getting to the classroom, my suspicions doubled down. 28 students, ironed uniforms, perfect posture, top buttons all done perfectly, all working. A girl with long blond hair tied up in a braid was sketching diagrams of Phagocytes, the girl behind her with glasses and a short bob writing something in a pink notebook. Most of them flipped through classics, their expressions revealing nothing. No one laughed, no one spoke, all of them perfect bodies of productivity. I went over to one of the empty seats, next a girl solving math problems.
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"Hi," I waved at the neat girl who I had sat next to. She contined solving for x, not saying a word. She had bangs that reached just above her eyes and round black glasses that adorned her face. Then, she wrote something down on a sticky note, her long brown hair covering part of her face as she wrote. After a bit she passed it to me.
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"Don't. You'll ruin the record for Class of the Year–Elizabeth"
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High heels, hawk-eyes, stern expression, spectacles perched atop a nose as sharp as knives, the teacher who had walked in looked as mean and cruel as a Disney villain sealing the fate of all humanity to her bidding.
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All the students rose to greet her,
"Good morning, Ms. Agatha Johnson!"
Each voice was perfectly in harmony.
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She nodded slightly and went straight to her table, to begin her lesson, no small talk, no 'how-was-your-weekend?', nor any 'we-have-a-new-student-today'. Just her entry and the beginning of the lesson. The desks were clear by now, as if the things had demateralized at her entry. Reaching her table she put her stuff down, a see-through folder, probably lesson plans and her leather bag. It looked fake.
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"Wait, before I start the lesson, everyone please take out your assignments, I'm coming to collect them." Her voice was stern, with a Brittish accent at the end.
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"Your assignment? " She inquired, when she came to my desk.
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"Miss, I didn't know we had an assignment, it's my first day here."
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"Nonsense, you have lunch-detention now," Before I could argue, she had gone to the next person. I was astounded at the unfairness of it all, I just got here and got detention for not doing an assignment I knew nothing about?! After collecting she gave us a reading assignment.
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I spent the rest of the lesson doing the homework that she had assigned, copying the questions from the textbook, getting the page numbers from Elizabeth. After the lesson was over I handed her the copy.
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"I knew you were lying, but don't worry, you still have that lunch-detention" she said, flashing me a mocking smile.
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I just stared at her, stomach sinking. I had only been here an hour, and Rosebourg already had me in detention.
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and then Add to home screen.