Chapter9

#Chapter9

When Ramsey told me, I was going to attend school, I had a picture in my head, of a tall pale building, with students running around and shouting aimlessly at each other, playing, talking, popular bitches with blonde plastic hair, and bad boys with hot tattoos.

What I certainly did not imagine it to be, was a fancy private school, with a lot of uniformed boys and girls, quietly chattering as aristocrats would do, in the 1800'. As we entered the long, shiny white hall, my breath stuck in my throat, but not in that good way. I was amazed of course, but more likely I knew immediately, that I won't fit in here. These people were angels, with nice voices, and gentle opinions.

I was a... A whatever, but not that for sure.