Misha's POV
"Good morning Lara!" I excitedly greeted.
Lara seemed to be very busy with cleaning that she weren't able to hear me so I approached her quietly and went closer to her ear.
"GOOD MORNING LARA!!!" I said in a louder voice. She jumped and screamed. Then a hand immediately flew almost hitting my face. Good thing I was prepared enough to block her hand. I laughed so hard that Trevor heard it from the kitchen.
He went to the receiving area and saw Lara still recovering from shock and was breathing hard trying to calm herself down. When I saw Lara's face, I immediately regretted what I did and stopped laughing. I wanted to say sorry to her so I went near her. I was about to touch her hand but Trevor stopped me.
"Ms. Misha. Please don't do this again. Not all people can handle shock easily" he said not looking at me and assisted Lara going to her room.
"Miss? Breakfast is ready" another maid that seemed to be a middle aged woman told me and lead me to the kitchen.
"I am really sorry" I told her feeling the guilt wash over my body.
"She will be fine. Trevor is with her" she said and I just lowered my head from the shame.
"Please eat before you go to school and please hurry up because you still need to get your schedule" she reminded.
"Ah right. Will you please at least tell Lara I was sorry?" I pleaded.
"I will relay it with a hug" she said and smiled.
'She looks like a very nice person', I thought to myself. I watched her go and then I looked back at the long table. I felt lonely realizing I'm the only one eating at this table. I just shrugged it off and started eating. After my meal was finished I went upstairs to get ready.
"Today is the day you will decide who you will be", I told myself facing the mirror. I smiled, fixed my uniform, and went downstairs to get my awesome day started.
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I arrived to a seemingly medieval looking school. It has a very wide field at the center and school buildings were separated.
"Thank you for the ride Mr., uhmmm", I dragged on because I really don't know the driver's name.
"Anderson. Just call me Mr. Anderson." he said and smiled. I nodded and waved goodbye before I went inside.
I entered the building and it is spacious with benches and an island with a small tree at the center. I walked to the registrar's office to get my schedule and the map of the school.
"Hi! Good morning. I am" I greeted and was interrupted by the registrar's hand gesturing to stop.
"Ms. Pavlov right? Here's your schedule and the map. You are currently here in the North building. Just refer to the map and get used to it. Please give me your right hand." she told me talking really fast and I reluctantly gave her my hand still processing what she have just told me. She cleaned it with a towel which made me uncomfortable for a while and I felt a cold flat surface touch my skin. I checked and it was like a hand scanner of some sort.
"Now give me your other hand", I immediately gave it to her expecting she would do the same. She cleaned my thumb with an alcohol swab. It felt cold and somewhat refreshing. I like my hands clean. I smiled and I felt a sharp pain at the area only to find out that she had pricked my thumb and took blood from it. My happy face turned to a grimaced face and I tried to retract my hand from her but her grip was strong. She cleaned the area with an alcohol swab again and covered it with a band-aid.
"Thank you. You may go" she said nonchalantly.
"uhh. Miss? May I know what you just did?" I asked. She just looked at me like I was stupid.
"Didn't you read the handbook that the school gave you beforehand" she said and rolled her eyes. What a b*tch! I know it was my fault for not being able to read it yesterday, but she could've at least gave me an idea.
*sigh* I stopped thinking about it because it's way too early to argue with her. I will just read the handbook when I get back home.
"Ahh. Right" I said and turned around. I looked at the map while walking to the bench. I saw a car sign at both sides of the building. I don't know what it was but it could be a parking lot. I don't want to ask that crazy lady so I read the map more. It says I need to go to the parking lot and there was a number at the corner which says "car no: 700".
I went to the parking lot at the right side because it was for cars with numbers that are from 351-700. All looked like golf cars.
I noticed that my golf car is located at the last row.
*sigh*
- To be continued -