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There was a hiss behind her before silence fell. Patina panted laying there, she was aware that her sweatshirt was torn up. Voices came from the distance causing a new wave of fear hit her as she pushed herself to an upright position. Each stride crippled her muscles but eased her mind, that thing was not normal, and this site looked official in a "Trespassers will be shot kind of way." that made her shiver. She clambered over the chain fence landing on her knees as she reached the other side. She screamed as pain wracked her bones. She spat out sand that had gotten into her mouth before glancing back at the facility "What the hell was that thing?!" She asked. Alarms started blaring from the

“Compassion has no place in fashion.” “You know what else doesn’t?” I took a step closer. “Negligence. And from what I have heard at the hospital, complaints have already started piling up. Girls coming in with bruises. Eating disorders. Panic attacks. You think you can keep skating by because your studio has prestige?” Her expression finally changed but just slightly. A shadow passed over her eyes. “Let me guess,” I continued. “Austin Luca? He mentioned me, didn’t he? He was the one who recommended Elona to you, didn't he? You clearly know my last name.”

Sliding into the backseat of an Uber, I clutch my bag to my chest like a shield. I have him— whatever's in here is something he doesn't want anybody to see. But when I unlock my phone, the screen lights up with a push notification that drains every drop of blood from my face. New Music Video: "Muse" - Watch Now. My mouth goes dry. The bastard couldn't have. It's been what? Twenty— Thirty minutes? With a trembling thumb, I tap the link. The video opens on a gritty, unfamiliar set. I let out a hollow laugh.

Your publicity team is working out a game plan. I run a hand through my messy hair, tired. I have not gotten a wink of sleep in days. "Leo, I'll try my best for you. Like I always do. But this is a different type of chaos. The Academy is considering banning you from attending the Oscars for at least five years." "What?!" My legs immediately gets weak and I have to sit on the floor. It feels like my whole life is crumbling into pieces and there's nothing I can do. "I'm writing a petition to make sure that doesn't happen. And I'll explain what really happened to them," says Mickie.

Her fans adored her and naturally turned their spite toward Autumn, flooding the stream with insults and mockery. Some viewers, unable to stand the hostility, began firing back, and soon the comment section erupted into chaos. [Hey, can you people be reasonable for once? Autumn ranked first in the examination. How can you talk about her like that?] [Oh please, how do you know she didn’t cheat her way there? Our goddess Luna has a PhD from Highend University, while Autumn only graduated from some no-name college. How could she possibly compare?] [Who told you that? Mr. Lee already confirmed Autumn graduated from Cloudview University, and the review board found nothing wrong with her record. S

‘We regret to inform you that you’ve been disqualified from the competition. ‘Sorry—what?’ I sat up straighter. ‘Could you say that again?’ He did. ‘Why? Was there an issue with my submission? I can—’ ‘There’s nothing wrong with your design,’ he said. His tone was stiff, with a hint of discomfort. ‘But someone reported you.’ ‘Reported me for what?’ ‘There’ve been some negative posts about your studio. Allegations that you turn customers away at the door and only work with celebrities who can pay premium fees.’

I ask. “Over the last five years, one student a year who didn’t meet the criteria was admitted to the Academy. Jory was this year’s inappropriate admission. Alpha Leo approves all students who attend the Academy, so I’m focusing my search on him. I don’t have all the answers yet, but it’s quite possible that he’s been paid off to allow students who should not have been eligible to enter the Academy.” “That’s fucking bullshit,” I growl. “I agree, especially since it could have been either of our positions that were taken,” he says, looking around my room. “So, do you want to tell me why you’re here rather than in Sparring class?” he asks.

She had probably forgotten who swallowed their pride and pulled strings to get her the recommendation letter that got her into Janswick Art Academy. And who was it that called in a lifetime's worth of favors behind the scenes to pave the way for her to become Daniel's principal dancer? A ding sounded. A new email popped up in my inbox, the sender being the administration office of Janswick Art Academy. It read, "Ms. Eliza Newman, due to the recent controversy surrounding you, the academy has decided to withdraw your guest access to the graduation tour in order to ensure the event proceeds smoothly." I read the harshly worded email as my fingers lightly tapped against the desk.

Lash asked me after he scoffed. Rashid, Dublin and France stared at me like as if they are also waiting for my answer. I want to stay out. Should I tell them? It's not that too big deal anyway... I took a deep breath."I'm going to join the Ms. Intramurals and compete with the other muses because I became the fucking muse of our section." I spilled, fast and uncut. I witnessed how their serious expressions changed into amused and shocked one. I thought they won't take it seriously but I'm the one who's gone shock when Rashid suddenly, carried me in a bridal style. My eyes literally widened!