Bellina’s Diary

Prelude

More like diamonds dropped into a crown.Bellina and Leilah ,twins forged from the dazzling mold,sashayed into Haven Academy like a cool breeze whispering secrets through a Billion dollar hedge maze.New girls, yes, but these weren’t your wide eyed freshmen. Everyone is amazed by the simple yet elegant twins ,especially the one with the outstanding look of confidence and the other who looks like a very hot nerd but behind those glasses are siren eyes with emerald colour as beautiful as the gem itself.Haven a school where whispers held more weight than grades , was about to get a double dose of drama,and Bellina with her captivating beauty and enigmatic smile was unintentionally taking the centre stage.

Haven Academy, nestled amidst rolling hills and sprawling estates, was a monument to wealth and privilege. Its ivy-covered brick walls whispered stories of generations of billionaires and socialites groomed within its hallowed halls. Bellina, however, wasn't your typical social climber. Until recently, her life, along with her twin sister Leilah's, had been a world away from this opulent facade. They'd spent their childhood ensconced in a cozy apartment in Tuscany with their warm, no-nonsense Nonna. Nonna, with her thick Italian accent and unwavering love, had instilled in them the values of hard work, humility, and a fierce empathy for those less fortunate.

It had all changed a few months ago when their estranged billionaire parents, Amelia and Robert Camichael, had reappeared, determined to reclaim their long-neglected daughters. Bellina, ever the pragmatist, had accepted the sudden shift in their lives with a stoicism that belied the turmoil within. Leilah, on the other hand, had embraced the whirlwind of private jets, designer clothes, and a sprawling mansion with the enthusiasm of a child in a candy store.

Their arrival at Haven was met with a mix of curiosity and thinly veiled disdain. Leilah, with her cascading dark hair and a smile that could melt glaciers, reveled in the attention. She effortlessly slipped into the role of the ‘it’ girl, her laughter echoing through the opulent hallways. Bellina, however, remained an enigma. She was the quiet observer, her emerald eyes taking everything in, her sharp mind dissecting the social hierarchy that permeated every corner of the academy.

The principal's office, with its mahogany paneling and antique oil paintings, was their first stop. Mrs. Kensington, a woman whose smile barely reached her eyes, greeted them with an air of forced pleasantries.

"Welcome, Miss Camicheals," she said, her voice as polished as the furniture. "Haven Academy prides itself on fostering well-rounded young individuals. I trust you'll both find your place here."

Leilah, ever the social butterfly, chirped a polite reply. Bellina, however, kept her silence, her gaze flitting across the office until it landed on two figures lounging on a plush sofa.

There, amidst the sea of nervous freshmen, stood Anthony and Zain. Anthony, heir to a media empire, was all sharp angles and a cocky grin. Zain, with his olive skin and brooding expression, exuded an aura of aloofness. They were Haven's golden boys, their names whispered with a mixture of awe and envy. Bellina, however, felt a flicker of something else – a spark of defiance. Why should they hold such sway over this place?

As if sensing her gaze, Anthony's head snapped up. His eyes, a startling shade of blue, met Bellina's for a fleeting moment before he smirked, leaning back into the sofa with a studied nonchalance. Bellina held his gaze unflinchingly, a subtle challenge simmering behind her glasses. Leilah, oblivious to the undercurrent, beamed at the boys.

"Hi! I'm Leilah, and this is my twin, Bellina."

Anthony's smirk widened. "Nice to meet you," he drawled, his gaze lingering pointedly on Leilah. Zain, on the other hand, barely acknowledged their presence. This didn't surprise Bellina. She had a feeling he was more than just a pretty face.

The twins were ushered into their separate homerooms. Leilah, surrounded by a gaggle of giggling girls, quickly became the center of attention. Bellina, however, gravitated towards the back of the class, finding solace in the anonymity.

Mr. Thorne, their English teacher, launched into a discussion on Shakespearean sonnets. Bellina's hand shot up before anyone else could speak. Her answer, delivered in a clear, concise voice, surprised even Mr. Thorne. Leaning back in his chair, a hint of amusement in his eyes, he said, "Welcome to Haven Academy,seems like we have hidden talents here