Legacy: The Alpha's Son And The Enchantress
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girls my age. In fact, many would say I don't act my age, as I'm quite mature in many ways. How
feel uneasy. I can't quite explain it. It's like an energy flows
my input. We arrived a few weeks ago, and today is my first day at one of the
s renowned, yes, but it's the school for the rich kids. It's where the offsprin
at least I don't trample on others to get wh
le, with all its well-maintained and expensive features. It's a beautiful sight, exuding eleg
nly stranger here, so I'll be the center of attent
nd wearing the uniform-opting for the pants ins
but I'll face it with my head held high and without shame
that relaxes me, even though my musical taste isn't what these people are used to. I like
first glance, isn't much different from the outside. Huge staircases lead to the upper floors, and I esti
nge feeling. Even more so in a school filled with people who care more about their bank accounts, morality, and good manner
notice the stares of my new classmate
e myself, especially not now and not here. If they can be, why can't I? After all, unlike them, I don't l
been ingrained in me, I would say. Well, from my mother's side at least. As for my father, a big businessman, he wants me
sion for; business, that's just not my thing. I prefer my corner, at the back of the library, reading a classic bo
h short hair, glasses, bottle-bottom lenses, wearing the school blazer, which is the trademark
playlist and take the earphones out of my ears. And as soon as I do that, her shrill, very anno
ecided to move here at the last minute, without my consent, my enrollment had to c
rs droop, looked at me incredulously but quickly composed herself, giving a shy smile, and started babbling again.
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