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Ding dong dang cOOkiEs_cREam09 == aimee_96

Here it goes taking a deep breath, I came in to the class I was put in. There were many unfamiliar faces. All of

which I identified are from different backgrounds. Oh well, at least Im not the only one whos so nervous

about being new. Everyone is new. This is after all my first year in high school. I sat in a chair, 3 columns from

the front. I would have loved to sit at the very back but it was all occupied already. This school would have

been alright, but the thing is, this is a posh school (even from the sound of it, it sounded like a posh schoolalready), Accademia Di Santa Rosa, which means this school is for rich, decent, and so sophisticated students.

And as for a scholarship student like me, well, it doesnt really matter. They wont know me anyway. Im after

all a commoner.

Alice Franks our class adviser called from the attendance.

Here I answered; snapping back to reality. So much for being imaginative I thought. I earned a few

murmurs from others. 2 people near me whispered so loud as if I wasnt around.

Ive never heard of the Franks in the Industry Industry?

Me too; shes probably the scholarship student

Ooohh, she must be really smart to be able to come to this school

Duh, thats why you call them scholarship students!

So does that mean shes a commoner?

She probably is. I mean just look at how shes looks. Two thick braids, large round glasses, oversized

jumper, and too long skirtshe isnt even wearing our uniform. From the looks at how shes dressed, theyre

probably her fathers jumper and mothers skirt I sighed. Rich people.

Alvin and Kevin Fritz our adviser asked. No answer. Twins? So this class has twins huh?

Alvin and Kevin Fritz still no answer. I turned to look at the back. Usually were seated alone in an

armchair and everyone should be in an alphabetical order. So that means those two should be seatmates and

should be beside me...listening to theyre iPods. No wonder they couldnt hear the teacher. They were so

intent to theyre iPods; even the music is too loud. Our class adviser sighed as if she knows what answer they

would give to heras if shed known them already.

Hmm I shrugged. Theyre probably here since kindergarten or primary or middle school. With a

single-type campus like his, they should be pretty known already. This school had 4 main buildings. First main

building is the Kindergarten building for little kids, then the Primary school building, third is the Middle School

building and lastly, the High school building. The adviser took it as a yes and checked her attendance list.

The rest of the morning went out in a blur. Everyone was nice to me since Im a scholarship student

well, not everyone actually. I havent known some other classmates of mine since they were busy with their

own businesses. But at least I had new friends. There were still some murmurs that involve the Industry so I

turned to ask Jess, our class vice president.

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Whats with the industry?

Industry? Jess gave me a questionable look.

Theyve been talking about it since awhile ago I answered.

Oh! Well, dont worry, they were just trying to find out if youre familys name is in list. The Industry is

what they call to the families that were able to afford their children to this school. 98% of the families here are

well known in the world Jess explained.

Well, that means my family belong to the 2% percent I said. Jess laughed. She said that usually

theyre trying to get to a guy who knows all the families in the industry. So if he doesnt recognize your family

name, then that means youre a commoner.

At lunch, I went to the library to borrow a book and read in silence, but it turns out, even the massive

library was packed full of noisy students so I had to look for some place quiet. The rest of the afternoon went

in a blur. Everyone was nice and friendly. I found the place and the environment to my liking. I was walking

towards the gates of the school when someone bumped into me really hard that I fell. Oh I wasnt lucky

because guess what I fell into? A motorbikea sleek red motorbike. When I fell into the motorbike, my body

pushed it so it crashed to the ground. The windshield broke and some other body parts got either broken or

deformed.

Oh my God I muttered. Everyone started to swarm to look at what happen. Then the murmurs

started again.

Oh my God, is that his bike?

Yes it is

Oh no, shes dead meat

Shes so dead the murmurs gave a scare out of me so I tried to put the bike to where it was but it

was too heavy. Everybodys eyes bored into me until a distant cry came.

Hes coming! I turned to look at where the cry sounded. Just then the people to start to give way and

a boy came to me.

My bike! What did you do with my bike? the guys voice had the mixture of anger and shock yet he

was still able to look calm.

It was an accident! Someone bumped into me by accident and I fell into this bike I explained. I mustadmit, this guy looks hot. He has this ruffled black hair that gives you the impression that he has just woken up,

shiny green eyes and a lean body of an athlete. Yep, hes damn hot alright, but that I cant think of that now--

not in this situation! The guy raised an eyebrow as if I was only joking. I gave him a hard stare.

Do you think I would believe that? What if you did that on purpose? He pressed on.

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Why the hell would I do this on purpose? Its not like I have a grudge on you or anything. And

anyways, Im new here and the person who bumped me mightve been long gone or is still here but is too

afraid to speak up I replied.

Even if its only for an accident, you still have to pay for that. After all, its one of my favorites he said. Well,

at least he believed me.

Alright, I sighed in defeat, lets see how much is it

The guy laughed. Are you kidding? You think you can pay the price? I mean, with the way you look,

everyone could already say youre a commoner? Everyone gasped. Then the murmurs started about me being

the scholarship student.

I wasnt asking about you critiquing me about how I look, I said ignoring those murmurs, I was

asking for the price

15 319.8008 Euros He said triumphantly.

15 gran?! Thats about 20 000 U.S dollars! I exclaimed.

Exactly he said.

But thats like buying a new motorbike!

Either you pay for it or receive a punishment

Where the hell am I gonna get that money? What have I got myself into? I cant even pay my own

uniform! That night I couldnt sleep. Ive been racking my brains all night so I wasnt able to sleep soundly. And

I wasnt planning on telling my father either. If ever he finds out about this, hes gonna kick me out of school

and transfer me to another school which I DO NOT want it to happen! But where the hell am I going to get that

kind of money?!

The next morning was such dreary. My father asked me if I was fine because I dont look so good.

Is it the way my face looks or how Im dressed? I asked wearily.

Umm, both waysbut anyways, I think you should stay home my father said. Yeah, and if I do, my

debts gonna doubleI thought as I rolled my eyes.

Im fine dad, no need to worry, I said as I opened the door to leave for school, Later

At least let me help you on how to change the way you look! he cried.

In school, everyone is talking about what happened yesterday. The guy must be really high and mighty

since everyone respects him.