Chapter Three

Natasha's POV

We were immediately catapulted into another world. The school was at the start of town where the Upps lived.

So, it was the first sign of civilization and extravagance one got to witness when they came to Upper Side of Delengade.

The massive domes and exquisite structures of the school wrret manned with gold and marble.

I had never seen so much gold in one place before. Everything from the gates of the school screamed opulence.

The students walking around the school had skins like milk, you know the ones you only saw on celebrities.

They had on outfits I could only dream about having and the clothes screamed wealth.

Their postures were perfect, their gazes haughty, sharp and condescending.

Neither Layla or I had the courage to approach any of them to ask questions.

We walked aimlessly for about thirty minutes trying to find our way to main office to get class schedules and get settled in.

We finally made our way to the administrative office and walked in.

“Good morning, sir.” Layla and I greeted the man sitting behind the table in the office.

The man looked up briefly and regarded us with a bored gaze through his glasses and he returned his attention to the files in front of him.

Okay. I blinked and stole a glance at Layla whose face was red with anger at being ignored.

“Sir, we're the new scholarship students and we're here for our class schedules. We're Art Major students.”

I talked rapidly, without pausing for a breath, because I couldn't bear the silence or the reality that we were being ignored.

If the adults were treating us like this already, what about the students? Would we face similar experiences with the teachers and school authorities?

It must have been obvious at first glance that we were middle class so we weren't worth his attention or time obviously.

How the hell were we supposed to cope?

The man didn't budge or look at us again. Not even a sound from him to acknowledge our presence.

“What the fuck!” Layla growled besides me, as she clenched her fists beside her.

I held on to her to stop her and begged her with my eyes.

We couldn't start our school year by offending an Upper Class.

We just had to be patient. He wouldn't ignore us forever, right?

Layla glared at me but her firsts unclenched and she said nothing more.

The man got up and searched through a cabinet and came back to his seat with several papers in his hands.

When he was back in his seat, he adjusted his glasses and looked at us down his nose.

“What course?” He asked all of sudden catching me off guard.

I blinked severally and tried to say something but ended up stammering.

He gave me disgusted look that said “You middle class idiot.”

Layla spoke up beside me.

“Tourism for me and International Relations for her.”

He snickered and flipped through the papers in his hands and fished out two and threw them at us.

We bent to pick them up, my chest burning with shame.

My eyes flipped through both mine and Layla's schedules, we had four classes together and six classes apart.

Layla glared at the man and grabbed my hand and started to pull me away.

As we got to the door, the man spoke in a loud voice filled with disdain and disgust.

“I have one piece advice for you. Quit, now.” He said.

I stopped dead in my tracks, my heart dying a quick death.

Layla stopped too and turned to the man with anger in her eyes.

“And I have one advice for you too, dick. Lose the attitude.”

With that, she took my arm and dragged me out of the office.

“You're crazy!” I shouted with a laugh as we walked out of the office.

“God, that felt very satisfying. He was being a total dick! Dude, he doesn't even look that rich. He must be like at the bottom of Upper Class society.”

I burst into laughter and tried to stop my giggles by slapping a hand over my mouth.

Some of the students were giving us disgusted glances because of my loud laughter.

I couldn't have stopped myself if I wanted to. Layla was hilarious and I was gassed up about her words to the man we just met.

He was being a dick like she said. It was something I could never have done. Layla was so brave and outspoken.

I wish I could have been more like her. I was glad I didn't have to do this alone.

How could I have survived alone here without her?

But still, it would be bad getting on anyone's nerves on the first day of school.

“Let's just find our classes. Too bad se don't have a class together today.” I told her as I glanced through my class schedules with a frown on my face.

She nudged me with an arm.

“Hey, don't look so glum. You'll be fine. And don't let anyone walk all over you. What's the worse that could happen? Expulsion.”

I gave her a look and she grinned and drew me in for a hug.

“Right. You can't risk expulsion. It's your dream to go here and fight for a better life for middle class. I get it.” She said.

I winced and hugged her back. That sounded a lot like me. Like a broken record.

If only expulsion was the worst thing that could happen.

Or maybe the rumours of students disappearing because they were killed by Upper Class were just rumours.

We pulled away and said goodbyes profusely and went our separate ways.

I had to figure out the whole thing myself because every student ignored me. It was like I didn't exist to them.

Even the hallway which was teeming with students, I was invisible walking through.

Somehow, they all managed to avoid touching me.