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

The Lady Vs. The Genius (Battle of Campus Elites) Ep. I: V.I.P. [Some time ago in Cambridge palace]               "Mom, why are you packing my things? The servants are the ones who are supposed to do that, right?" I asked.             My mom holds me between her arms in tears, "You have to go on a secret vacation, my little darling. That's why Momma has to do it."             My innocence in the commotion was taken over by confusion. I wiped Momma's tears falling 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, and it is contagious.             "Is Papa going to be alright?" the sound of a cry baby 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 for the meantime."             I paused to grasp all that she was saying. I only got tiny little hands and short arms that I wrapped around her legs, "I'm going to miss you and dad." I began sobbing.             She faced me again, crying this time, "When you turn 18, you will go back 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 and finally left the dreamland and landed in reality. I sat on the bed while scratching my head, "Chiyo..."             "Yeah... you're dreaming again," my cousin s***h best friend responded with her hands on her waist, "C'mon, it's the first day of school, Yurime. We're running late."             "What?!" I felt an imaginary ice-cold bucket of water splash on my face, "You should've told me right away. I forgot it."             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 as a secret so I can live a threat-free life. I ran to the bathroom and began to prep myself for school. After washing my face, I wiped my face with facial tissue and saw that my blonde roots were showing again, although it's still hard to distinguish. Then, I cover my green eyes with a brown contact lens. Then I put on the new uniform, Chiyo handed me a black ribbon. I noticed a black button on its center with gold writing on it, "What does V.I.P. stand for in this school?" I asked. Chiyo: Oh, that? Very Important Person because it means you're a government scholar. All students who wear black ribbon is called V.I.P. Me: Interesting. (Nods) Does that mean others don't use black ribbon? Chiyo: Yes. There were about 4 colors of ribbon in our school. First is, of course, the black, and then there's the silver ribbon. People call them silver liners. They are the school's scholars. They passed the prestigious Hachiban Test, and they went to school for free. Me: Wow! The silver liners must be the group of brilliant kids. Chiyo: Well, they are. Then there's a red ribbon which means you're an A student. 'A' as in Aristocrat. Their parents pay for their tuition. Me: Right. (Shakes head) The red bow people must be the 'Campus bullies,' or maybe I'm just stereotyping rich kids. Chiyo: Hmmm... (Paused) kind of. There's another one that is a lot worse than the Redsters. Me: Lemme guess, they wear golden bows. Chiyo: Wild guess! There are only a few who wear it. And believe me, you really wouldn't want to be with them in one room. Me: Sounds lot like a warning, huh?  Chiyo: You'll see when you get there.               The fact that Hachiban University is one of the most sought-after private schools here in Japan hints that you should be scared entering it, but I'm not scared. Instead, I got curious. Chiyo isn't new to that school since the government decided to send her to that school since kindergarten while they sent me to a science school— which I don't understand why they changed their minds and sent me to the same school as my cousin on 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 drives us with.                    "You look like twins now." Uncle laughed at us.             "Geez, dad," Chiyo said. "You must be so happy to have twin daughters."               Uncle and I laughed hard. I don't even know if that's an insult or what.               "I'm going in." Chiyo went off the car.             "Take care!" Uncle shouted, "By the way, Yurime, I got news from your mom. Your father has been improving. He can slowly walk again." Uncle handed me a small white envelope,             "Here's your mom's message. Read it by the lunch break," he smiled at me. I'm glad to have such an uncle in my life, "Thanks, dad." I said, "I should go." I get off 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 as big as it can be, "The owner must be wealthy," I commented. There's a banner in the front gate where I'm at, "Hachiban University because learning is unending." I think it's nice. The lawn grass and the center fountain look fancy, with that brick-red painting outside making it 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. In 100 percent population, I noticed that 45 percent were Redsters and 35 percent black bowed people then 15 up to 18 percent were silver liners. The shoe locker has a shoe sterilizer, and the shoes they provide are more expensive than what I own. They are giving away Chanel school shoes, I can't believe it! I didn't bother to check whether Chiyo got the same brand since hers looks exactly like mine. I changed my shoe, and this Chanel pair surprisingly fits me well. The number of students around gives the first day of school vibe.               Chiyo walked me to my classroom, which has 2-B on it. "I'll be in this room." she pointed to the room on the left next to mine, "2-A. See me on lunch, ok?" she said.             "Yes, ma'am," I answered, then she went to her 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 pass 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 V.I.P.s.                The bald guy introduced himself, "Hey..." he sat on my table, "Where have you've been? I haven't seen you around before, Baby."             I raised a brow at that sexually harassing joke, "I'm a transferee, and you're sitting on my table."               Slapping a person will not be a good record for my first day here. I have to hold this back. I mean, I can imagine myself being on the school's front page might ruin my good grades.               "Woah!" the boys surrounded him said in chorus like the i***t they are.             "You're just my type," this bald round-headed guy said.              "That's not funny, and you're absolutely making me feel uncomfortable," I told him.             "Ah," the guy is about to pat my head that I tried to avoid, so I stand up—               "Good day, class." ~ A fainted greet of an elderly sounded 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 aged. 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 does.               In the middle of the silence, a girl with long black curly hair opened the door.               "Class dismissed!" the girl entered, followed by another red bow girl and a guy with bangs that almost hid the upper left part of his face.               Did I hear it right?               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.               This is a call to change school! I have a feeling that being in this school is going to make my life miserable. The gold bow must have a sort of magic to have the teacher obey them.               "Don't we have a new silver liner in here?" The girl asked, walking through each row, sounding very bored.             "We don't have one lovey-dovey," the bald guy walks to the curly girl.             "Don't call me names, Uno. I'm gonna punch that thick face of yours. I have a name, for heaven's sake," she answered.             "But it can't be helped, my lovey-dovey, Ara!" Uno, the guy said.             She quickly removed his arms from her, "Argh! Get lost, please." and the guy laughed.             "Um, I think we have a newbie in here, though," Uno stated.               My feet sweat quickly.               I might not be the only new student here, but I don't want to get involved with these troublemakers.               "A VIP transferred student," He continued.               Everyone slowly turned their heads on me.               The other golden bow bearer, who's skinny and has long bangs walk quickly to me, "Get your ass out of my seat, crap," he demanded.              I stand up, "Excuse me?" I asked.             "Have your ears checked by the EENT in the clinic, bedbug! I said, get out of my seat," he repeated himself.             I smirked sarcastically, "Is this how you welcome new students in your school, huh?"               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 asked with fiery looks and a dead tone of voice.             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 doing a slow clap which aggravates this i***t in front of me like he's being humiliated in front of everybody.               This is precisely what I have in mind earlier.               He then grabbed me in 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 was able to 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 by.               This is a nightmare!    [To Be Continued]