The man

Sitting on the bus hidden in a seat towards the back I shiver uncontrollably, 'I really hate uniforms!'

Today is my first day at Lakewood Academy.

My previous school didn't have a required uniform to be worn by the students. Unfortunately, that's not the case for Lakewood.

This academy is the most prestigious in the whole country so of course, the uniform is enforced, otherwise, I would have worn something better suited for the weather.

'I would really like to have a few choice words with the person who decided girls should wear skirts all year round,' I think to myself as my teeth begin to shudder while goosebumps continue to rise.

Currently, I am wearing black shoes, black knee-high socks, an all-black skirt, a white button-down long-sleeved shirt, and a black blazer that has the school emblem on the top right. The emblem is a circle that has the front cover of a book showing the letters 'L' and 'W' right next to each other.

Reaching down I grab hold of the knee-high socks and try to pull them up even higher. But it was of no use. I had already pulled them up over a dozen times. By now they were at the point that I was stretching them out.

Cursing the fact that I decided to come to this school I hold myself to try to keep warm as the bus keeps moving.

A painfully long twenty minutes later the bus finally arrives at the school.

However, it would be a while before I would be able to get out as there were tens of buses ahead on the one I was in.

Sighing knowing that it would be a while before I got warm again I think back to how I got in this situation.

***

"Willow!" A voice exclaimed.

"Huh?" I ask not bothering to lift my head off the desk I was trying to sleep on.

"Willow, get up, there's a man here to see you," The voice said interrupting my futile attempt of getting some rest.

At a snail's pace, I slowly raise my head and turn to face the direction of the person who called out to me.

It was my fourth-period teacher for college-level history, Mr. Reece.

Once the teacher saw that I gave him the least bit of attention he walked up to me, "Go to the office there is a very important person who wishes to talk to you."

However, I didn't even move a muscle as I looked right into Mr. Reece's eyes and said, "If someone wishes to talk with a person, it should be them who goes out of their way to get in contact with that person, not the other way around. Go tell that 'important' person to come to me or show him the door."

The amount of disrespect I showed towards that teacher would cause any normal student to be suspended if not expelled. But unfortunately, I am not normal.

Like a puppy, Mr. Reece left the classroom in the middle of a lecture to do just what I told him.

Every student who was also taking the class pulled out their phones to pass the time. What just happened wasn't uncommon as it was known not to mess with the queen.

It's not that I am a literal queen... yet, but rather a fitting title.

See, I have a gift that many get jealous over. While not knowing the curse that it really is.

I have a photographic memory.

There are many who claim to have it and few who actually do but there is none like me.

That's because I also have Hyperthymesia (1). Or maybe not. Scientists don't have a word to define what I am.

I can remember everything.

Anything that's ever happened to me at any point in my life.

What clothes I wore, the weather, and the date of any day I can recall in an instant.

I know word-for-word conversations between people from as early as the moment I was born.

Anything I have ever looked at, heard, seen, touched, and smelt, even just for a second I never forget.

Due to this in my entire time as a student I have yet to miss a single question or get anything wrong.

In fact, I could teach better than any of the teachers I've ever met and ask them questions they wouldn't be able to answer before death.

Queen really was a perfect title as I was untouchable.

The school I attended was slightly above average however, thanks solely to my grades, the school slowly rose to become influential.

Because of this, a simple teacher wouldn't dare to say anything to me as I was backed and supported by the entire district.

I could yell at their boss's, boss's, boss's, boss so unless a teacher wanted to move across the planet to find a new job they couldn't do anything.

That's the reason why a man with a black uniform that had an emblem of a circle with a book that said 'LW' came to visit me.

The man was so entertained that I called for him to come to me. By the end of our conversation, he offered me a full scholarship to Lakewood Academy.

At first, I didn't want to accept it after all, what was the point? I already learned enough information that people who studied their whole lives wouldn't even be able to come close to comparing to. So why would I want to go to some stuck-up school to learn nothing?

The scholarship didn't matter in the slightest. My parents are rich enough that I would be able to buy a way into Lakewood even if I was the dumbest person on the planet.

So I was going to turn the man down but when he saw my expression he paused and offered me a deal.

The deal that was so random, so out of the blue, so… unorthodox, I just had to accept.

***