Cleo
The moment we pulled into the school grounds, I knew this place was nothing like Blue Thunder.
I stared through the windshield.
The campus was enormous.
Modern.
Immaculately maintained.
The buildings looked almost new, with huge windows, clean walkways and landscaped gardens surrounding them.
For a moment, I simply sat there.
“This place is huge,” I murmured.
Eric chuckled.
“Yeah. Definitely a little different from what we’re used to.”
Different didn’t even begin to describe it.
The school in my family’s pack had been old, run-down and neglected.
This place looked like someone had poured an obscene amount of money into making sure the students had everything they could possibly need.
We parked and climbed out of the truck.
As we walked toward the main entrance, I couldn
