Chapter 9

The moment she stepped inside the gate, she was in awe of how big and tall the school buildings were. Where am I supposed to go? She had never seen such a vast school before. The surroundings were bright and clean, and the uniforms were elegant.

"Excuse me, Guard. Where can I find the BS in Accountancy classrooms?" she asked.

"Over there, in that blue building," the guard pointed out.

"Alright, thank you," she replied.

She looked around, taking in the view. She was so absorbed in her surroundings that she didn't notice the person in front of her, causing her to bump into them.

"What the hell?! Can't you even watch where you're going? You're like some ignorant fool who's never seen a big school before!" the girl snapped at her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Deanna said. Who does she think she is, talking like that? Sure, the girl was beautiful, sexy, and clearly rich, but that didn't give her the right to talk down to people. I could fight back, but I don't want to start making enemies on my first day.

"So stupid!" the girl added. God, help me keep my temper. This girl had a sharp tongue.

"Claire!" another girl called out, approaching the one Deanna had bumped into. So her name is Claire.

"Oh, Tracy! Good thing you're here. I'm already in a bad mood," Claire said.

"Why? And who's she?" Tracy asked.

"That clueless idiot who bumped into me. She's practically blind!" Claire complained.

Okay, that's it. If she keeps talking, I might actually punch her.

"The day just started, and it's already ruined—" Tracy was about to finish her sentence when Claire suddenly ran off.

"Amaury!" Claire squealed as she ran towards the guy.

Oh, so she knows that arrogant jerk. No wonder they're alike.

"Hey, what are you still standing there for? You better leave. Next time, be more careful, or Claire might pull your hair out. Don't you know her? She's the number one bully in this school," Tracy warned.

Deanna smirked and turned away, heading toward the accountancy building.

"How rude! I was still talking to you!" Tracy shouted after her.

"Can you shut up already? I don't care if she's a bully or not, okay? I'm here to study, not waste my time on useless things like this," Deanna shot back.

She walked straight into the blue building. It's only my first day, but I already want to leave. This school is full of toxic people. They're rich, yet their attitudes are awful.

As soon as she entered, the security guard greeted her with a wide smile. At least someone seems happy today.

"Good morning, Guard! Which floor is the freshmen Block A classroom on?" she asked.

"Good morning! Are you the new student?"

"Yes, I am," she replied.

"It's on the fifth floor. You should take the elevator; it'll be faster," the guard said.

"Oh, alright. Thank you!"

Wow, this school even has an elevator? But she decided to take the stairs since she didn't know how to use an elevator.

She started walking up. This is exhausting! I'm only on the third floor, and I already feel like passing out!

By the time she reached the fifth floor, she was completely out of breath. She felt like she was going to faint. Several students were looking at her, and three girls approached her.

"Hi! Are you our new classmate? You're so pretty!" said one girl with glasses.

Deanna smiled and nodded.

This was Kendra Ramirez, a simple girl with a nerdy appearance, always wearing glasses. She had long, straight black hair.

"Girls, look! She's a VIP!" exclaimed another girl, Suzy Vargas, pointing at Deanna's uniform. VIP? What is she talking about? What's the difference between my uniform and theirs?

Suzy Vargas was another simple girl, but full of mischief.

Deanna looked down at her uniform.

"VIP? Our uniforms look exactly the same," she said.

"There's a difference! You have a yellow star embroidered before your name," Pamela Guzman pointed out.

Pamela Guzman was the loudest and most talkative among the three friends.

"Oh, that's right! Finally, we have a VIP in the accountancy building. Now we have something to be proud of!" Pamela added.

"Besides me, who else is a VIP here?" Deanna asked.

"Those two handsome guys—Amaury and Claude," Suzy said, visibly excited.

"Oh, them?"

"Wait, do you know them?" Suzy asked.

"No," Deanna replied shortly.

"There's one more VIP here—Claire Daniels, the school's bully. Be careful with her. She abuses her VIP status," Kendra warned.

"I see. Don't worry, from now on, I'll take care of you guys. Friends?" Deanna offered.

"Who would refuse to be friends with a VIP?" Pamela said with a grin.

"Come on, let's go to our seats! You can sit beside us," Pamela invited.

Deanna nodded. It was her first time making friends so quickly.

"Over here!" Suzy called out excitedly.

"VIP?!"

"Sana all!"

"What's your name?"

Deanna smiled at her classmates' reactions. This was the first time something like this had happened to her. She felt like a celebrity.

"I'm Deanna Cervantes. I hope we all get along and become friends," she said with a smile.

"Of course! You're so gorgeous!"

"Yeah! She's even prettier than Claire Daniels, whose attitude is horrible!"

"From now on, we've got your back. If anyone tries to mess with you, we'll stand up for you," one student said.

"Yeah! Claire will definitely be jealous of you and will do everything to get rid of you. She hates it when someone outshines her," Kendra added.

"Thank you all for the warm welcome," Deanna said. Maybe studying here won't be so bad after all, especially now that I have friends.

"By the way, where do you live?"

"Yeah! You know, being a VIP means you come from an extremely wealthy family, and your parents must have a high position in this school," Suzy pointed out.

Oh no, what do I say? Why did Grandma have to make me a VIP? She felt like the ground should just swallow her whole. She had no idea how to answer.

"Well… I'm sorry, but I don't like talking about my personal life. I don't want to brag or anything," she said.

"Whoa! That's cool! Okay, we won't pressure you, as long as you're a VIP," Suzy said.

Deanna took a deep breath. Whew! That was close. If they found out the truth, I'd be in big trouble.