Mathilda
"Alright, that's it for the day. See you tomorrow by 2 PM prompt." The middle-aged black professor dismisses us after two hours of lecturing, then she walks out of the hall's entrance.
The course, Principle of Finance, is starting in the next hour, so I slung my backpack over my shoulder as I walk out of my lecture hall, out along the hallway, ignoring the stares of the students.
My life isn't the same anymore. Being Luna over the Blackwood pack has gained me so much recognition and respect. I am not the old Mathilda anymore. Few lecturers speak to me with respect and even offer to help me with catching up on school, while the students divulge when I walk by.
Whispers are going around as some females glare jealously at me. There's been a rumor going around campus that Cahill is giving great funds to this school because I am here.
