My first class is History class. I hope I can be well received in this place. As I walked down the corridor, my head moved from side to side just to adapt to this school. I slung my alma mater over my shoulders, clutching my books to my chest like a geek. My steps then stopped when my eyes caught the figure of eight slender-legged girls stepping proudly. One of them, who walked in the front ponytailed her hair high. She's the type of girl who doesn't want to step aside while walking. The people along the corridor immediately stepped aside to give way to the eight girls. As one of the girls with two braids busied herself with a book in her hands and stood in the way of the haughty girl, one of the blonde-haired girls beside the haughty grabbed the poor girl by the collar, then pushed her violently back.
Good grief. I'm sure this isn't a school environment.
The haughty-faced girl with black hair stared at me intently.
"Hey, you! Get out of the way before they get rid of you roughly!" someone not far from me whispered. Before the eight girls arrived in front of me, I was pulled aside by a stranger who immediately made my eyes blink.
The eight tall girls strolled past me. The first one took the time to glance at me as if giving a warning that reads 'you'll die later for me.
I was just able to close my lips that had been parted like a fool. My gaze shifted to the person who had dragged me out of the way. A cute girl with brunette hair who was given a black headband matched the color of this high school uniform skirt.
"Hi," I finally said. "I'm Daphne Lane." I don't want to mention my current name in front of him. He might have had a heart attack when he heard the name 'Westlake' as an appendage behind my name.
"Mikaela Wilder." The girl, Mikaela smiled sweetly honey. "Which class are you going to? You look new."
"I'm a freshman from Florida." I smiled kindly. "And… my first hour is History."
"Oh, coincidentally, me too. Maybe we can walk together? I can be your tour guide," she joked.
I nodded. Oh yeah, not bad. On the first day of school, I made a new friend who is friendly. Yes, even if I look at her appearance, she doesn't seem like the typical top girl in this school. We were engaged in conversation to History class.
"They are eight angels."
Spontaneously, I burst out laughing. The eight girls just called themselves angels? What kind of angel? Life taker? LOL.