CHAOS

T W O

The driver opened the door swiftly and I looked past him to the massive school. I stepped out slowly, taking care not to fall face first as my heels made contact with the pebble driveway.

I had exchanged my white Jordan's with heels during the car ride and I had also fixed up my face and hair to look a little less like I had spent six hours in a police station. I wore a tight-fitting skirt that accentuated my curves, with a white turtleneck. My armani watch glimmered in the sunlights as I marvelled at the building.

It was huge to say the least - there were two massive separate buildings with a stone path going around and between them with beautiful, bright, green hedges adorned with flowers lining the stone paths. The buildings were like any other boarding school; brick walls and lined up windows.

One building was most likely the actually learning part of the boarding school and the second was the accommodation.

I thanked the driver in advance before walking ahead as he wheeled my suitcases and bags. I walked up to who I assumed was the headmaster, who was standing at the front of the two double glass doors.

There were many students walking around, chatting, playing basketball and doing their own thing and I could feel all sorts of eyes on me - not all nice.

If they wanted an autograph they could just ask.

"Welcome Miss Wilson. How are you?" The head welcomed with a warm smile that I tried to reciprocate. He had dark black hair that sat gelled on his head, odd pieces growing grey with all the stress, alongside a small stubble along his jaw. He wore a dark blue suit, accompanied by a gold watch that glimmered in the late sun.

"Good, thank you. You?" I asked back as my eyes wandered behind him. I felt drawn to the beautiful flowers and it's outside surroundings.

Surely it was too beautiful for a troublesome school.

"I am well, thank you. Let's head in shall we and we can show you to your room and get you started for tomorrow."

I walked in after him as he led me inside. In front of me stood a desk with a middle aged lady behind it, her hair in a bun so tight that my own head started to hurt. The desk was dark oak that worked well with the white walls and dark oak flooring. She glanced up once she noticed us.

She sent a smile which I returned, mentally bored.

"Mrs Cathel, planner and timetable please?" He asked and she whipped out a folder within a second that landed in my hands. I followed him through to his office, my driver heading off to my room with my bags.

"Please take a seat, Miss Wilson." He directed me to the chair in front of his desk. I sat down, folding my leg on top of the other. I made sure to keep my posture straight and ladylike, my back aching already. The only reason I was acting all posh and ladylike was because I wanted to be out of here as soon as possible.

There was no way I would follow in my mother's legacy though. I wanted to make my own name, not be known for a name my mother and father had given me. Sure, I had all the money i needed and more, and had everything I wanted but I would rather create myself than let someone else create me.

"You must know that we have some rules and hopefully you have been informed of them already, however if you happen to forget over the next year, please refer to the booklet included with your timetable. Your room is set on the third floor, west side. The third floor is where you will find other people in your rank."

I payed attention, wanting to ask what my rank was but he answered it before I could open my mouth, as if reading my thoughts.

"We have three ranks here. Class green, orange and red. Simple names but effective and easy to understand. After accessing your folder, you have been placed in Class Red from your history of records. This rank contains students ranging from accounts of assault, major arson, manslaughter, as well as containing aspects of other classes."

I hummed in attention and he continued. "I advise you not to provoke others and to adhere to the rules to make sure you as well as everyone around you has a successful and calm year. Your classes start tomorrow morning at nine and if you may need any help to your classes, feel free to ask either a student or teacher for help."

He stood up and I followed after. He held his hands behind his back as his watch shone in the light - he looked to be in his forties or so. "I do hope you have a nice and fulfilling  and if there are any problems, please do not hesitate to speak to me. Good luck, Miss Wilson."

He held his hand out to which I firmly shook, thanking him before stepping out of the office.

I followed the map which was included in the folder, heading towards my room. My heels clicked on the heavy flooring as I walked outside and down the stone paths to the accommodation building.

The building was the same inside, just with multiple doors on either side of the walls and a big elevator at the end.

I walked to the elevator, pressing the third floor button before the doors shut and I was on my way. The ride was quick and the bell signalled I was here. I straightened my skirt before walking out and heading towards the west side.

I found it pretty quickly and began looking for the room which had my name on it. The whole building was fancy and I was surprised when I saw that the doors had the students' names instead of room numbers.

I found my door, ignoring the many stares of lingering students on a Sunday evening and took out the silver key at the bottom of the folder. I opened up the door, stepping in.

The room had the same theme, with a bed on one side with a desk by the window and a set of dresser and wardrobes lining the other end of the room.

I closed the door silently behind me, hearing the soft click of the lock. As soon as I had turned around, I took off my heels and placed them to the side. I lifted one of my many suitcases and immediately began placing some things around the room, settling in.

The sooner I did it, the sooner I could relax.

I put my many clothes in the two wardrobes provided. I put some clothes as well as my many feminine products such as perfume and makeup in the dresser.

A silver mirror sat above the dresser and another mirror was fitted on the side wall for full body view. I placed some white floor length curtains to make the room look more airy and a few other objects such as a lamp and decorative items.

A uniform had sat been placed on the end of my bed to which I had put inside the wardrobe. As soon as I was finished, I laid on top of the white bedsheet, basking in its warmth.

The place was unfamiliar, new and I wished I was back home but even home didn't feel like home.

I glanced at the clock to see that it was around six, only to remember that dinner had started a few moments ago.

I sighed, getting up before slipping my heels back on and leaving the room. The canteen would definitely be full by now but I was honestly too tired to care and I also really needed the food after the long drive.

I almost walked into a wall on my way, after not paying attention since I was busy looking at the map but caught myself in time. Luckily no one was around to witness my messy ass.

I made it to the huge room within a few minutes and stood outside the closed doors, fumbling with my hands.

Taking a deep breathe, I straightened my hair and fixed myself up quickly, trying my best without a mirror before stepping forward and pushing open the double doors.

Every head turned towards the door and I froze for a millisecond before continuing. The stares burned into my skull as I stepped inside, every colour of eyes watching my every move.

Time to make an impression.