Welcome to Woodprep Academy. It is one of the most prestigious schools in the world. To be here, you not only need money but also some kind of talent. It's the only school; I think that interviews all students personally before giving them admission. No amount of money can buy you a place here. If you don't have something special, then there is no chance in the world for you to get in here. Many students dream to study here but only few can actually achieve it. It was once my dream too but now it has no importance to me. Today, I am only in this hellhole to get my revenge and of course, to completely enjoy my senior year.
Now, as I was standing before two giant gates leading towards our home for next whole year, I can't help but feel excited. This was exactly where my siblings had so much fun. This was going to be, with no doubt, MY year. You see, I spent last two years studying at boarding school. Though I had such lovely friends and all there, it was very strict. It was completely my choice but here, it was going to be whole lot more fun. After studying for two years, I wanted to let myself loose and do what I do best-play pranks. And this, my friend, was perfect place to do it.
First things first- find office and get keys to your room. It is kind of like boarding school but definitely different than normal boarding school. It is basically talent school. It offers best guidance for all sorts of talents, sports and what not. It offers you more liberty than any other school. Many students here are filthy rich, me being one of them. You can say that my late admission here (I got their admission letter two years ago, I rejected it) has caused an uproar. Mostly, because nobody, I mean nobody ever rejected this school. This school rejects students, not the other way around. If I was any other student, they probably would have never accepted me ever again but my dad is on school committee and we donate large amount of money every year. Plus, I am talented. I don't want to brag or something but if they would have rejected me, then it would have been totally their loss.
Even though I am one of the richest people in world, I am not much famous. I like normal life and I was living normal life until last year. Not many people knew that I was freaking billionaire so my life was peaceful. Now, I am the new mystery girl. Everyone wants to know who the new girl is. They will soon know but before that I really need to find my room.
"Excuse me", I said.
"I am the new student."
"Oh, wait a second. Here's you schedule, key and everything."
Now only thing remaining was to find my room and dump all these bags there. I can always unpack later. Today wasn't officially first day. Classes will start tomorrow. Today was mostly free of any activities so you can mingle around, make new friends; get to know the campus etc. I have to start step one of my awesome revenge plan today. Also making new friends won't hurt, right? I started walking towards living quarters. They were two huge buildings with many floors (I didn't count, I am too lazy for it) - building 1 and building 2. 1 was boys' dorm and 2 was girls'. I checked my file for room number. What the hell! Why there is written 1-205? Calm down, must be printing mistake. I tried to calm myself down. I went to reception at girls' building.
"What do you want?" receptionist snapped. Wow, rude much?
"Actually my room number is 1-205" I spoke in the best polite voice.
"Well, my room number is 1-205." I repeated in deathliest vice I had with emphasis on 1.
She must have understood the underlying threat because she looked really scared and typed something on computer. Then she turned towards me with an apologetic expression, oh no, this can't be good. She said, "Your room number is 1-205. We don't have any vacant room in this building. You were admitted late so they gave you room in second building."
Well, there goes my hope. Receptionist was looking at me as if she was waiting for me to explode and start yelling at her. I just simply smiled and thanked her. I started walking towards building 2. I was angry but partially it was my fault. Yelling at her wouldn't have solved my problem. Instead, I decided to call my dear father.
"Hey dad, can you please tell me why your teenage daughter is living in boys' building?"