Wrong day
The grand auditorium of Hill Crawford Academy, the most elite and opulent school in the United States, buzzed with excitement as students, faculty, and staff gathered for the first assembly of the new semester. Crystal chandeliers refracted rainbow hues across the polished marble floor, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the walls. The air was alive with the hum of anticipation, as the cream of the crop, the crème de la crème, took their seats.
Principal Petal, a poised and elegant woman, stood at the podium, surveying the sea of expectant faces. Her dress that morning was a masterclass in understated sophistication - a tailored, knee-length ensemble in a rich, berry-wine color that complemented her warm, caramel-hued skin. The fabric seemed to shimmer in the light, hinting at a subtle silk or chiffon texture. A delicate silver necklace, adorned with a small, gleaming pearl, added a touch of refinement to her overall demeanor.B
Principal Petal's gaze swept across the assembly, taking in the rows of students, all clad in the same black and red patterned skirts and trousers. The uniformity of their attire created a sense of cohesion and equality, yet one subtle distinction set the seniors apart.
Only the seniors wore the wine-colored blazers, a deep, rich hue that added a touch of sophistication and leadership to their outfits. The blazers seemed to symbolize their status as the oldest and most experienced students, and they wore them with pride.
The juniors, sophomores, and freshmen, on the other hand, wore their uniforms without the blazers, their outfits identical in every way except for the absence of that distinctive wine-colored layer. As Principal Petal spoke, her eyes seemed to dance across the sea of black and red, her expression a mix of warmth and authority. The students, in turn, listened intently, their faces set with determination, ready to tackle the challenges of the new semester.
Mia glided into the assembly, her elegant stride commanding attention. Her black and red patterned skirt swirled around her legs, and her attire was impeccable, accentuating her slender figure. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, and her piercing green eyes seemed to gleam with an inner light.
As she moved, her presence was met with a mixture of reactions. Some students couldn't help but stare, their faces filled with admiration and envy. Others cast subtle glances, their expressions tinged with resentment and dislike.
Yet, despite the varied emotions, one thing was clear: Mia was a force to be reckoned with. She was a junior, a year shy of the seniors who wore their wine-colored blazers with pride, but she carried herself with a confidence that belied her age. No one dared to cross her, no one dared to challenge her. She was a solitary figure, unaccompanied by an entourage, but her poise and self-assurance made her seem almost untouchable.
As Mia took her seat, Principal Petal's eyes scanned the room, her gaze lingering on the junior student for a moment. A hint of a smile played on her lips, and she nodded subtly in Mia's direction.
"Ah, Mia, welcome," Principal Petal said, her voice warm and inclusive. "I see you're looking particularly radiant today. I trust your summer was enjoyable?"
Mia's cheeks flushed slightly, but she smiled graciously, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. The room seemed to take note of the exchange, and a low hum of whispers circulated among the students.
It was no secret that Mia was the richest girl in school, her family's wealth and influence well-known to all. Principal Petal's acknowledgement was a nod to that status, a recognition of Mia's position within the school's social hierarchy.
As the assembly continued, Mia's presence seemed to grow, her confidence and poise drawing attention from all corners of the room. She was a student apart, a girl who commanded respect not just for her wealth, but for her unapologetic individuality.
"Good morning, students, faculty, and staff. I am thrilled to welcome you all to the new semester at Hill Crawford Academy. As we gather here today, I am filled with excitement and anticipation for the opportunities that lie ahead.
To our returning students, I encourage you to build on the successes of last semester and to continue striving for excellence in all that you do. And to our new students, I extend a warm welcome to our community. We are glad you are here and look forward to seeing the unique talents and perspectives you bring.
This semester, I challenge each and every one of you to work hard, to push yourselves beyond your comfort zones, and to embrace new challenges. Let us make this semester one of growth, discovery, and achievement.
Remember, your time at Hill Crawford Academy is a precious gift. Let us use it wisely, let us use it well.
Thank you, and let us make this semester unforgettable!"
The students applaud politely, and Principal Petal's warm smile lingers on her face as she takes her seat, her eyes scanning the room with a sense of pride and expectation.
Mia and Luna stood alone in their knowledge of the plan, their secret hidden behind a mask of smiles and laughter. They moved through the hallways, undetected and unsuspected, their eyes locked on the prize.
The other students were oblivious to the storm brewing around them, too caught up in their own lives to notice the subtle changes in Mia's behavior. They saw only the confident, popular girl they had always known, not the mastermind behind the scenes.
As the days went by, Mia and Luna worked tirelessly to put their plan into action, their movements swift and silent. They were a well-oiled machine, working together with precision and purpose.
And no one suspected a thing. The perfect plan was unfolding, hidden in plain sight. But for how long?
Mia was waiting patiently for the unknown message to spread so she could immediately cover it up with the new message but it didn't happen.
The students would soon leave so she had wanted Luna to cut off the plan as she suddenly feel it was all wrong but she couldn't as Luna had left their seat to head somewhere for the plan and she couldn't stop her. She had ran after her to stop her but it was too late.
As the students were about to leave the auditorium, a sense of unease settled over the room. The mysterious message had left everyone wondering what would happen next.
Some students lingered, hesitant to leave, while others quickly gathered their belongings and rushed out. The chatter and laughter that usually filled the hallways were replaced with hushed whispers and nervous glances.
Mia and Luna hung back, observing the chaos they had unleashed. They exchanged a brief, knowing glance, but Mia kept on nodding negatively. They had done something wrong. This isn't as exciting as she thought it would be.
As the room emptied, Principal Petal's voice echoed through the microphone, "Remember, students, ignore the message and head to your next class. We will investigate this matter further."
But it was too late. The seed of curiosity had been planted, and the students couldn't help but kept on looking at one student. It was Wilder parker as only him didn't seem to get the message. Ice who sat next to him opened his eyes in surprise. He showed the text to Wilder as everyone was staring at him but he didn't get why.
Rumours began to spread and students whispered, sounds of phones notifications are heard as the students kept on reposting the message they had gotten while some stood there whispering about the message they had all gotten.
" Oh no. "
" We had no idea."
" Wilder is from a mafia family."
" A runaway one." Some giggled. Wilder was in absolute shock. He doesn't understand what was happening. He was filled with mixed emotions. Mia was staring from a far as tears filled her eyes. Luna turned to her but met her in tears.
" Mia." She held her hands. " Why are you crying? Our plans succeeded, Mia so why the tears?" She kept on shaking Mia but She didn't respond. As they kept on going she pushed Luna softly from her hands.
" Noo. Luna, no, we did this for our selfish purpose. Greed pushed us, the plan was to formerly release that message when the mystery person is about to send mine. " She spoke to her with so much grief.
She had no idea why she felt so bad. Was it because it was Wilder? Or she just felt that what she did was wrong?
Wilder felt as if it was all dream. But no it was all real...