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Chapter 1

The Head Master

  I know for a fact my mouth was gaping like nobody's business as we drove through the two arched steel gates. I could feel my jaw unhinge as we pull up in front of a beautiful building behind a huge fountain. I wasn't expecting this kind of grandeur, I knew that this was a rich kid's school, but even for them this was over the top. Grey brick buildings, white sash windows and a beautiful landscaped grass grounds. Heads turn as our old rust covered Toyota gave a cough, expelling a black cloud form the exhaust pipe. I roll my eyes, as mom looks at me apologetic as I open the door and exit the vehicle.

  By the time Elina turned off the engine, I already unloaded my bags from the trunk and backseat. Since she and Gavin admitted that they aren't my real parents, I have had a hard time calling them mom and dad. So I opted to call them by their first names and they agreed. She joined me on my side of the car as I think about an efficient way to carry everything at once without dropping anything. My dilemma is solved as a neatly dressed older looking man briskly walks up to us pushing a trolley. Placing the trolley near my bags, he bows from the waist his right hand over his heart "A great pleasure to see you Lady Chernov. Young Master Chernov will be in great hands." I snort as I lift my second bag onto the trolley, making the man turn and look at me. "And finally seeing you in person Young Master Ainsley is a great pleasure. A great pleasure indeed."

  I freeze as he calls me Ainsley, nobody but Elina knows about that. So how does he know about it? She shrugs as I glance at her in question before tilting her head to the side motioning for me to finish loading my stuff onto the trolley. "And it is good seeing you as well Alfred, I have only heard praise from the Head Master about you." The man seems the glow as mom praises him and he seems to stand a little straighter. "Where are we off to now?"

  The question seems to snap him back to the present and he snaps his white-gloved fingers, like some old style butler. A younger man in the same butler type outfit appears by his side, bowing a little. "Walter, I want you to take Young Master Ainsley's belongings up to his room. It should be ready by now." Walter bows once more in agreement before he single handily turns the heavy trolley before strutting off along the path. Alfred nods to us and signals for us to follow him to the building behind the fountain. "If you will follow me, the Head Master is expecting the both of you in his office."

  As we walk through the ordinate building, I feel majorly underdressed in my old, barley hanging by a thread jeans and my favourite Linking Park Road-To-Revolution Tour long sleeved shirt. "Is he for real Elina? Is he really a butler who has a butler in training? This is too absurd for words." I open my arms as we wait in front of a pair of double massive oak doors. Alfred knocks a series of odd knocks on the door and seemingly opens them after being told he could. How he could hear anything through those massive oak doors is beyond me.

  "Just wait until you have heard everything." She shushes me as she squeezes my shoulder in what is supposed to be a comforting gesture. I smile slightly as the double doors open and Alfred signals for us to enter.

  I let out a deep breath as I enter the lavish styled room filled with floor to ceiling bookcases crammed with all kinds of books. Elina and Alfred lead me to the massive ordinate desk in the middle of the room where a dark haired man stands looking out the floor to ceiling windows. Something must have alerted him to our presence because he suddenly turns to face us smiling widely.

  "Lady Elina, my darling! It has been far too long since I last saw you!" The man then proceeds to kiss her on both her cheeks, making her blush as he hugs her lightly but firmly. A discreet cough from Alfred has him turning in my direction and his dark eyes seem to sparkle as he walks over to me. "My god, young Ainsley," He gapes at me looking at me from all sides as he circles me. "You are just like your father when he was young." His eyes narrow a bit "Just as handsome," he mutters "hopefully not as troublesome."