When I finally reached my destination. I gaped in shock at the sight in front of me. No wonder they wanted to use the basketball court for the whole students meeting. This place is huge.
It'll definitely contain every student here, even if another whole school.
The place was rapidly getting filled up with students, as they piled in group after group. I hurriedly found a place to sit and in no time, the court was fully packed with everyone. The noise was so loud that I was beginning to get an headache.
I only had to endure it for a few minutes though. Because as soon as a woman appeared on the basketball floor ,the noise died down immediately.
Thank God.
"Hello students, it's been a while. " The Dean said with a smile. She was a tall slender woman with a kind smile, her brown hair was packed into a neat bun and her slender form was clasped in a suit, pressed and firm.
Applause filled the air and some students whistled instead, seems like she is a really loved woman. The noise died down after a few minutes of yelling and whistling.
"I'm Professor Linda, the Dean. And to all our freshmen, I want to officially welcome you to Elmswood Academy. Here, we believe in excellence, integrity, and...."
I was starting to get bored, my attention span is currently the size of a rice grain. Why is this place so serious? The way she stood there in her crisp suit looking like she never sweats.... meanwhile I was out here sweating like a goat.
My eyes drifted around the huge court and before I knew it, I was imagining a whole different life.
Like, what if I was the one standing down there?
But as a global fashion icon instead.
I'd be wearing a dramatic black dress with feathers and sparkles, and the spotlight would be on me. I'd strut across the basketball court like it was Paris Fashion Week. Cameras flashing everywhere. People screaming my name.
Or a rich billionaire heiress with a private jet.
I'd have a whole assistant standing behind me carrying my designer bag. Another one holding a cold drink because rich people don't hold things themselves, obviously. I'd wear sunglasses indoors for no reason.
Or better, award-winning actress.
I could almost hear the Oscar audience clapping as I walked up the stage in slow motion.
Yep. That would be my villain era.
".....and we hope that each of you finds your path here at Elmswood-"
Oh. Right. The Dean. Still talking.
Suddenly-
"Hey. Hey- uh, hello?" a voice whispered loudly from next to me, poking my arm.
I practically jumped out of my skin.
"Are you okay?"
I blinked at the girl sitting beside me. She was staring directly at me with that expression people use when they're trying to decide whether I was crazy or I was at the brink of losing it.
"Huh?" I said, because apparently that's the only sound my brain knows how to make under pressure.
"You've been staring at nothing for like.....twenty minutes now." She motioned toward my face like she expected to find my soul floating somewhere above my head.
I stared at her. I didn't even know what she was talking about.
"O... kay." she muttered slowly, turning away from me. She ignored me like I ignored my problems.
The applause in the court picked up again as Professor Linda finished her speech. People began getting up, chatting excitedly. The place felt like a popped balloon, everything loud and chaotic again.
I rubbed my forehead, still mildly embarrassed, and stood up from my seat. My legs felt stiff, probably because they'd been in the same position since the moment I drifted off into my billionaire daydreams.
Students filed out in groups, laughing, shoving, talking about schedules and dorms and who looked cute or who looked terrifying. It was nice listening to their conversations. Meanwhile, I clutched my bag like it was a life jacket. I didn't want to lose anything.
As I stepped out of the basketball court, fresh air hit my face, finally.
I took a deep breath.
"Okay, Rosaline." I muttered to myself. "This is a chance for a fresh start. You need to face reality."
Then I remembered my twin sister existed somewhere on this campus and instantly regretted telling myself to "face reality."
With one last sigh, I straightened up and headed toward the hallway, joining the flow of students as we all spilled out of the court.
First day, and I'd already embarrassed myself.
Now, I needed to know the location of my classes. I did not want to be running around weekday mornings like an antelope.
When I passed by a group of seniors, looking upright and professional. It immediately reminded me of Robert our older brother who was studying out of the country. I need to give him a call when I get home.