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alities and he checked my passport to make sure I wasn't some kind of imposter. I quickly learned that he wasn't one to speak very much and awkwardly followed him

d how he was treating me as if I was some kind of rich celebrity. I

coat closer to my body in hopes of keeping warm. By the time the car turned the corner and rolled past the giant iron gates and into the actual campus, I was just about ready to throw myself out of the door. When the car finally came to a stop at the front of the stone steps that led to the entrance of t

her thin eyebrows raising just slightly. "I am Mrs. Gregs

that was mailed to me, the Academy looked like it belonged in the 18th century with its French Baroque-influenced architecture. I listened half-heartedly as Mrs. Gregson gave a description about the Academy, but I knew she was really just reciting what was written in the booklet. I should know, since it's all I've been readin

ldn't help but gasp when I saw the interior of the room, and my heart thumped with excitement. It hardly looked like a dormitory, it looked more like a hotel suite! At least the students

nine," Mrs. Gregson said sternly. "If any faculty staff catch you loite

re less about a curfew. Who wouldn't

d map and some other miscellaneous forms that you are required to fill in. Dinner will be held at the dining hall at seven. You are allowed to wear yo

yland! I couldn't suppress that large grin that stretched across my face as I got out of the bed and began to unpack my luggage. It didn't take long for me to get all my clothes out of my luggage and into my wardrobe, where three sets of steam-pressed uniforms hung. The Kendia uniform consisted of a silky white collared blouse, a pleated beige skirt and a navy blue

on the top of it, and the face of a clock carved onto the side of it. It was the infamous Clock Tower, one of the only original buildings left in the Academy. It was pretty ama