Liam rolled up to my new school, a sheepish smile on his lips.
"What?" I snapped. Getting here had been long and exhausting, and if I heard any more of Taylor Swift's crooning, I would personally punch the girl myself.
"Nothing. I just hope you have a nice day at school, miss." He eyed me over and, catching me watching, winked at me. I fumbled with my short uniform skirt as he pulled the sleek BMW out of the parking lot.
I would definitely have a talk with Pietro about Liam. As if the world needed more dirty old men.
I took a deep breath and turned to face the place I would be attending for the next seven months. I have to give to Pietro and Susanna. They knew what they were doing when they choose this school for the job.
The scenery was breathtaking. A dense woodland surrounded the school, the smell of pine needles wafting in the cool autumn air. A small pond glinted in the sunlight as I near closer to the entrance. A closer look showed that it was filled with koi. Bees buzzed around my head as I walked up the stony path leading to the school's double doors.
The school itself was a sight to behold. Ivy vines snaked this way and that around the school, encasing it into a leafy cage. The school had the look and feel of an old mansion, its chimneys and doors a dull mahogany color. A large bell hung in an ancient tower rising up into the clear blue sky.
The bell suddenly moved, emitting a sound that left my ears ringing. I scurried quick to my first class, pulling up the hood of my jacket. A few glances and stares met my path, but other than that no one bothered me. Rare, considering it was my first day actually attending a real school.
The bell rang again, interrupting my thoughts. I groaned. Being late for the first day was so not going to help my first impression. I bolted down the hallway, earning some incredulous looks from teachers and students alike.
When I finally reached my English class,a sigh escaped my lips. No seats left. The students were working diligently on a warm-up the teacher had put on the blackboard.
Trying to make as less noise as possible, I tiptoed in. Automatically, faith stepped in and caused me to bang my foot against the trash can.
Twenty-two heads snapped up.
"May I help you?" Out of nowhere, a thin-lipped woman appeared. She was gripping her writing pad like she was going to break it. Better watch out for this one.
" I'm Alana George. The new student? I should be on there.." I added hastily because No-Lip looked like she was going to club me over the head with her clipboard.
" Ah, well I see. Well, Alana," drawing out my name like it was a disease, "please take a seat so that we can all gone on with the lesson."
I shuffled over to a seat in the back, trying to get as far away from No-Lip as possible. As soon as I sat, I pulled my hood closer. Twenty-two people could cause a lot of trouble for me.
" Ms. George, no hoods in school." No-Lip said, smirking. I could probably take her.
"Uh, Mrs...Burns? What if I have to keep it on?" I replied. A few snickers rose from the class, but I ignored them. I was serious.
"Ms. George, would you like me to give detention on your first day? Because I am very eager to." she assured me. Bitch.
I slowly removed my hood, my classmates curiously watching. Gasps rose as some students actually got up and pointed.
My makers engineered us to be beautiful. When Pietro drew up the original plan, he knew that in order for us to do our job, we must be like bait to our targets' eyes. My own looks could shock a normal person. Steely, grey eyes clashed with my dark brown skin. A long bob of ebony black hair completed the look. To other people's eyes, I was beautiful. To me, these looks only served to be a burden.
I lowered my cheek into the cold wood of the desk, my classmates still staring.A sudden rap on the desk directed their attention back to a now livid Mrs. Burns.
I laughed dryly. This was going to be a long day.
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