NEIN (girlxgirl)

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"Will you be ok, ma chaton?" her driver's forehead crinkled in concern, and that familiar warmth spread through her chest at the mention of his 'kitten' nickname for her in french. Ronaldo was more of a grandfather to her than her real one. She shivered at the memory of her biological one and pushed the thought away. She was here for a new start, and she needed to start it off on a positive note.

"Yes, popo, I will be," the young woman replied. "Now shoo," she giggled and he smiled softly, love evident in his eyes. She was the granddaughter he never had.

Natasja Armand watched as her dear friend drove away, leaving her alone in front of her new school. Ever since her parents were murdered, she had tried again and again to reconnect with her motherland in respect to her parents' memories. However, when the flashbacks, migraines, and nightmares came and grew, she thought it was time to take a step.

She has heard of the prestigious Regius Praesidio Academy from the soft whispers of the elite. They were highly trained assasins, and even though the Academy's name literally translates to "Royal Protection", they were more than just bodyguards for the richest. You see, they only accepted people that have experienced horrors and survived it physically and mentally. That was the entrance exam. And the only way for you to get in was if you received an invite from the school president herself. Natasja didn't expect that letter to be handed to her one day by her school principal on her senior year, one year ago. He had a grim look on his face as he handed it to her, as if he were sorry for what she was about to go through. But when she read the letter, her heart had leaped to her throat and she knew: this was the perfect opportunity for revenge.

So she graduated high school and both physically and mentally prepared herself for a year before accepting the offer. She spent hours a day overcoming her fear of gunshots and guns, gripping it too tightly and shakily most of the time. Because as previously explained, the academy's entrance exam was your history. Your scars are your merits.

And since practically the whole world knew about the mysterious murder of the billion-dollar couple in front of their only daughter, the Academy didn't have to dig much. She was accepted.

She sighed again, excitement creeping into her veins like adrenaline as air was released. This was a new life, a new beginning, and she was determined to make the most of it for her parents. With a positive note on her mind, she strode forward in confident steps; not knowing that the closer she got, the closer she is to finding the key to everything she ever knew.

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The first thing she sees is a large, tall frosted glass door with the words Regius Praesidio Academy engraved in gold. The door was unnecessarily tall, and she briefly wondered if they could fit a truck through it. She took a step back to admire the place.

The Academy itself looked like an actual castle with towers stacked upon each other in blocks of stone, adding a sort of medieval touch to the place. The castle had accents of white marble that shined against the contrast of the stones. The steps and floor leading into the inside was of white marble as well and gave the entire place a sophisticated feel. The vast green field surrounding the place made the castle seem small, and Natsja remembered sitting in the car for another few minutes or so after passing through their gate. It was that huge.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand to knock. Before she could, however, a transparent screen appeared at the side, parallel to where her hand was about to knock on.

"Good morning," a pleasant female computer's voice sounded crisp and clear from the panel as though it were an actual person standing right there. "Please place your hand on this screen for personel identification."