A year ago... Her father had always told her that Monte Vista Heralds was one of the most prestigious schools in California, mostly because it's a place where rich, snobbish kids from all over the world gather. world thrown away by their parents when they reach the mature stage. Some say that most students from Ivy League schools began their journey here, earning Monte Vista another rewarding reputation. As their motto also said, disciplinaire s'anime, it is the school where you have to impress the teachers if you want to end up spending your adulthood wearing expensive designer clothes and driving an expensive limousine or sports car. Not only is the school famous for seeding disciplined and independent students around the world; it has also been said that they maintain a strict policy that you are required to wear their coded uniforms. But this was the main problem of school for today's generation. Students, especially girls, have refused to wear their uniforms properly, claiming that most of them have difficulty breathing. And that had been the first thing Charlie had noticed when she first entered the large green campus. Some girls no longer bothered to wear their blazers, and their blouses weren't even fully buttoned, leaving their chests exposed. Charlie chuckled. She realized how different she was from the rest of the students, as she was probably the only one wearing the proper uniform. Looking down, she pulled her skirt above her knees in fear that they might consider her a certified nerd, which she clearly isn't. Riggs was right; She needed a new environment to fit in, one where people didn't paint her as an angry girl. She stuffed her heavy books into the locker and stayed... half paper... an hour, and was lucky enough to have a table near the window, because nature outside was starting to take an interest in him. When it was finally his turn, he suddenly smiled as if he were an evil genius (and he really was). "Charlie De La Fontaine," the grey-eyed troublemaker began. "One, my name is not pronounced like Char-li. It's actually (in French accent) Zhua-lou...""... Two, I've stopped modeling and ballet. Three, I'm a pyromaniac. ..." Keith cleared his throat for added effect, and then tried to feign surprise. “…And four, did I seriously fall in love with Keith Justice after staring at his beautiful, gorgeous face a while ago?” A burst of laughter erupted in the classroom, even Keith, who was known to be an emotionless bastard, tried to hold back a laugh. Charlie was blushing a lot; a tomato would definitely be his food of the day.| END |