The Lady Vs. The Genius (Battle of Campus Elites)

The Lady Vs. The Genius (Battle of Campus Elites) Ep. I: VIP [Some time ago in Cambridge Palace] "Momma, you are packing my things. Are we going on a vacation? The servants are the ones who are supposed to do that, right?" I asked. In tears, my mom holds me between her arms, "Yes, darling. You must go on a secret vacation. That's why Momma has to do it." My innocence in the commotion was taken over by confusion. I wiped Momma's tears on her cheeks, "Are you not coming with me, Momma?" I asked. "Momma has to stay here and look after your Papa, so you have to go alone." she cried even more, which is contagious. "Is Papa going to be alright?" the sound of a crybaby started to come out from me. "I don't want to go on a vacation. I want to wait until Papa is ok again. Let's go together when he gets better, please, Momma." I begged her. The duchess tightly hugged me and let go of me to continue packing my things. "Lily Anne, promise Momma that you will behave well in your uncle's house, ok? You will live with his wife and their daughter in the meantime." I paused to grasp all that she was saying. I only had tiny little hands and short arms wrapped around her legs, "I'm going to miss you and Papa." I began sobbing. She again faced me, crying this time, "When you turn 18, you will return here. At that time, you will be the Duchess of Cambridge. Your father found someone who will be your force to take back what is rightfully yours, so be brave, my little Lily." "Yes, Momma. I will," I responded despite the little comprehension I had. ~ "I will, Momma. I will..." There's a voice that has me awakened. "Yurime!" I slowly opened my eyes, finally left the dreamland, and landed in reality. "Chiyo," I sat on the bed while scratching my head. "Time to leave Dreamland," my cousin and best friend responded with her hands on her waist. "First day of school, sister. We're running late." "What?!" I felt an imaginary ice-cold bucket of water splash on my face as I rushed to the bathroom. This has been my life— the life of the Duke of Cambridge's little daughter after the life threat I received thirteen years ago. I've been hiding as a commoner here in Kyoto, Japan, as my uncle's daughter, and I have to keep this a secret to live a threat-free life. I ran to the bathroom and began to prep myself for school. After washing my face, I wiped it with facial tissue and saw my blonde roots again showing, although it's still hard to distinguish. Then, I cover my green eyes with a brown contact lens. Then I wore the new uniform, and Chiyo handed me a black ribbon. I noticed a black button in its center with gold writing on it. I remembered the story Chiyo told me about the ribbons. Black ribbons are for VIPs, as in Very Important Persons, because they are government scholars. Out of a hundred percent, 20 percent of students belong to this population. Silver ribbons stand for silver liners for Hachiban scholars who bagged a 95% score on the Hachiban test. There were 7 to 9 percent of them in the student population. Red Ribbons are for the A-listers, as in Aristocrats or Redsters. They are the bread and butter of the school, which means they are the ones who pay tuition. About 70% of them are in the student population. Gold Ribbons are for the top five elite students of Hachiban University. The fact that Hachiban University is one of Japan's most sought-after private school’s hints that you should fear entering it, but I am not scared. Instead, I got curious. Chiyo isn't new to that school since the government decided to send her to that school in kindergarten while they sent me to a science school— I don't understand why they changed their minds and sent me to the same school as my cousin in my second year in high school. She probably has maintained that distance from those bastard gold bow bearers. Unlike the Redsters who passed us by with their luxury cars, we arrived with a private service car that uncle drove us with. "You look like twins now." Uncle laughed at us. Chiyo rolled her eyes with half a smile. Uncle and I laughed hard. I don't even know if that's an insult or what. "I'm going in. See you later, Dad!" Chiyo went off the car. "Take care!" Uncle shouted, "Princess, I got news from your mom. Your father can slowly walk again." Uncle handed me a small white envelope, "Here's your mom's message. Read it by the lunch break," he winked at me. "Thanks, Dad." I said, "I should go." I get out of the car. "Don't cry when you read it, ok? That won't make you pretty," he said. "I know," then he started the engine and went. The school is so enormous that I will believe anyone that will say that it occupies half of the city. There's a banner in the front gate where I'm at, "Learning is unending." internal applause to that. The lawn grass and the center fountain look fancy, and the brick-red painting outside makes it look like a classic London school. We entered the building and went to the shoe locker. Our lockers were black, and on the other side were the silver lockers. The shoe locker has a shoe sterilizer, and the shoes they provide are more expensive than mine. They are giving away Chanel Mary Jane, I can't believe it! I quickly changed into this Chanel pair, which surprisingly fits me well. The number of students around gives the first day of school vibe. Chiyo walked me to my classroom, which had 2-B on it. "I'll be in this room," she pointed to the room on the left beside mine. "2-A. See me at lunch, ok?" she said. "Yes, ma'am," I answered, then she went to class. The warning bell rang, so I decided to enter the room. As soon as I slid the door to the left and put my right foot inside it, a flying board eraser welcomed at it and passed through in front of my face, hitting the board. Laughter burst from the Redster guys who were playing around. I held my anger and searched for an empty seat right away, and I found one at the very back, two centers before the window. I collected my guts and brought myself to that seat, but these childish Redsters won't leave me alone. A bowless bald guy approached me with two other Redsters and two VIPs. The bald guy introduced himself, "Hey!" he sat on my table, "Where have you been? I haven't seen you around before, Baby." I raised a brow at that joke, "I'm a transferee, and you're sitting on my table." Slapping someone will not be a good record for my first day here. I have a reputation to uphold and good grades to attain. It won't be pretty if the principal calls my uncle for the trouble this would cause. "Woah!" the boys surrounding him said in chorus like the i***t they were. "You're just my type," this bald, round-headed guy said. "That's not funny, and you're making me feel uncomfortable. VERY. Uncomfortable," I spelled out. The guy is about to pat my head, which I tried to avoid, so I stand up— "Good day, class." ~ A faint greeting from an elderly voice came in as the teacher entered the room. Everyone was silenced. My heartbeat voluntarily calms down as the bell rings to officially start the classes. There were no nice to meet yous, nor the introduce yourself ritual. I am not a fan of it, but it is somehow odd. Our teacher is obviously old. He wrote his name on the side of the board, Mr. Hasegawa. He then continues to write the introduction to the Japanese lesson. I fished out my pen and notebook to copy what was written on the board, just like everyone else did. "Class dismissed!" a skinny girl with long curly hair and a golden ribbon entered, followed by another red bow girl and a guy with bangs that almost hid the upper left part of his face and wore a golden ribbon. Did she say that the class was dismissed? There's just no way. But to surprise me more, Mr. Hasegawa bid a bow to the girl. This is crazy! "You can take your rest, Mr. Hasegawa. Thanks!" the curly girl said, and our teacher quickly took him outside. A major call to change school! Being in this school is going to make my life miserable. The gold bow must have magic to have the teacher obey them. "New silver liners?" The girl asked, walking through each row, sounding very bored. "We don't have one, lovey-doves," the bald guy walks to the curly girl. "If you will not stop calling me names, my fist will fly to your thick face, Uno," she answered. "But it can't be helped, my lovey-doves, Ara!" Uno wrapped his arms around the girl. She quickly removed his arms from her, "Argh! Get lost, please." and the guy laughed. "Oh, I forgot. We got a new VIP!" Uno stated. My feet sweat quickly as students shift their eyes on me. The skinny guy with a golden bow and long bangs walked quickly to me. He looked at me, then shifted his eyes to my bag and tossed it to the door. I stand up, "What the—" "That's my seat," his tone was cold as ice. I smirked sarcastically, "Is this how you welcome new students in your school?" Within me, I knew that I better stop talking back, or I'd be dead. The murmurs fired up. "Don't you know who you're talking to? You, piece of crap?" he spoke again. Don't talk back, Yurime. I closed my fist harder. "Who freaking cares?" I spilled it. Oh, no! From my peripheral vision, I see the curly girl shaking her head and the Uno guy clapping slowly, aggravating this i***t in front of me as if he were being humiliated. This is precisely what I had in mind earlier. He grabbed me on both sides of my uniform collars, "You owe me respect, little rascal. No one dares the heir of Hachiban University. No one talks back to Seiko Hachiban. If they do, they die," His gaze is trying to find something inside me. My knees were shaking a bit. This bully lifts me to my tiptoe. I looked at my bag on the side and the door on the right behind this airy Hachiban. While he's frightening me with his smoldering stare, I'm counting myself to run... One Two Three "Dog-faced!" I shouted at his face and pushed him forcefully. I took my bag when I could push him away from me. I ran as fast as I could towards the door. I thought the mean boys would stop me, but they stood there as I passed. This is a nightmare! [To Be Continued]