Chapter 3
The sun's rays come in through the window and wake me up pleasantly. I have never been an early riser, but these rays give me an indescribable sense of serenity.
I open my eyes and look around, all normal, soon Mom will break into my room and tell me I'm late for school. Always the same story ... minutes go by and nothing happens, then yesterday's events come to mind.
Papa's grave tone ... my confusion ... the medieval structure and that harpy vice principal. All that sense of serenity that I felt before, is invaded by the most total despair of having to stay here for another 2 years.
Although the desire to stay here is certainly not skyrocketing, I have to follow the lessons that begin today.
I get out of bed and walk to the desk, on which I find an elegantly decorated letter.
"To Miss Vi,
we are pleased to welcome you to our college, for the first two days of lessons, as usual, you will meet with your class in the morning for a few hours and you will have the afternoon free. From the third instead there will be the traditional tournament of courses in the gym.
Below you will find directions to reach the places previously mentioned.
Best regards,
The principal "
Very well so today I have to spend only a few hours listening to some boring lessons and then I'm free to look around.
Not a bad start ... I like these school "traditions" more and more.
As much as I like to procrastinate, the time has come to head to the classroom where the lessons will take place, which as I understand it is about 200 meters from this pavilion.
I take a pair of black pants, a shirt of the same color and my fabulous combat boots and I put it all on, finally I finish by adding some mascara and a dark lipstick.
I'm ready, now I can go.
***
I am walking for a 10 minutes long campus and there is still no shade in the classroom, classes should start in 2 or 3 minutes, not that I care about being late, but I think that at least the first day we have to make a good impression, so I speed up my pace and after less than 30 meters I find myself in front of a pavilion that I imagine is mine.
In front of a classroom is a very beautiful woman with long fiery red hair and curvy curves. She looks at me and I remain motionless, as if in a trance, however after a couple of seconds I wake up and start walking in her direction, I try to overcome her but she stops me.
- What's your name? What class are you in? - She asks in an authoritative voice
-My name is Vi and I was not told the class, but only the pavilion where I was supposed to go-she replies with a bored voice
- So it's you ... okay, anyway you're in my class. Enter and introduce yourself to your companions -
Without adding anything else, what I discover to be my teacher enters the classroom and begins to introduce my presence to the ranks of pupils that appear in front of him. I haven't taken a step yet and I don't particularly feel like it, but the sooner this torture begins, the sooner this torture ends, so we might as well get rid of the thought. I make my entrance at a brisk pace and stop next to the teacher.
In an instant I frame the situation: all the boys are very beautiful and excessively dressed, so they are most likely rebellious boys from a good family, very self-absorbed and who pose as the first women of the situation. It doesn't take long before my first impression is confirmed. A very handsome guy with light brown hair, shaved sideways and long at the top, and with big black eyes stares at me and starts his show:
- Horsehair, but did you put a fool in our course? I thought it was an elite academy not a charity -
Everyone laughs except me and the teacher who look intensely at the boy.
As if time had stopped, everything stops for a few seconds, except for a voice in my head that screams incessantly.
Silence this snooty kid and let him know who he's dealing with !!
As if my mouth had a life of its own I begin to respond in kind to the boy:
- But look who we have here a prince of my boots. Excuse me for the frankness but that hole in your face is only used to shoot nonsense or from time to time something meaningful comes out of there? You know it's just a curiosity ...- I say with an innocent tone, immediately after almost growling I add: - I see you don't answer, so I doubt that there is something inside that empty pumpkin that you find in your head that can help you formulate a thought almost intelligent. That said, you better wash your tongue with holy water before you talk about me or try to think you can humiliate me just for the pleasure of it. Was I clear enough?! -
Silence for a moment that seems eternal and then a coarse laugh, which comes from Professor Crine.
- Not bad, not bad really. Two interesting years ahead ... I'm glad there is someone to stand up to our beloved Aaron. Now go sit down -
The woman turns her back from the class and goes to the blackboard, but before starting to explain she adds sadistically:
- I decided that since Vi is new and needs a tutor, this could be Aaron given the amazing chemistry you have demonstrated. To be clear enough it is not a request for either of us. Closed topic. Now the lesson begins. -
Aaron lynches me with his eyes and I do the same.
I guess he is not very happy with this ultimatum and neither am I honestly, he knows that things will get worse this moment on.
***
The lessons pass quickly, at the exit me and that hateful we redirect in opposite directions.
Fortunately this torment is over for today. I have never felt so much hatred for a single person in my life, a licensed asshole is that, other than a tutor. If he doesn't stay out of my way, I don't answer for my actions.
I hate him, I hate him, I hate him ...