The Power Within

First Day Fiasco

"Oh my god, it's almost time for class, Camille! You need to freshen up and get ready," Mona said.

"What? How am I supposed to do that in five minutes?" Camille replied. "I'll just use my flash power."

"It feels good to have power, doesn't it?" Mona said with a smirk.

"Yeah, I know, right?" Camille agreed, and they both laughed.

In a few minutes, Camille was done bathing and was standing in her towel and head wrap. "Wait, I don't have a wardrobe? What am I supposed to wear?" she asked, looking frantic.

"Actually, you do have one," Mona said. "But I don't know where it is because my room isn't like this. I think it's... um... here."

The moment Mona opened the small door that looked like royalty, both of them gasped. "What? Oh my god, this is huge! It looks like a room on its own. Are all these clothes mine?" Camille asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

"You're so lucky, Camille," Mona muttered. "I wish my room was like this too."

"Don't worry, Mona. You can come anytime you want and pick anything you like," Camille said, smiling. "Come see! I have different skincare products too. I have everything I need!"

Mona screamed in excitement as she browsed through the wardrobe. "Let me pick what I'll wear," Camille said, selecting a short black cargo skirt with a crop top and a pair of black boots.

A few minutes later, after dressing up, Camille came out of the dressing room. Mona's eyes widened in shock. "Girl, you are so pretty! Your shape is amazing, and your skin is so smooth. I can say that you are the most beautiful girl in this school," Mona said.

Camille laughed, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Stop flattering me, girl. We're late for class. Let's get going."

Meanwhile, in the guys' dorm, Desmond was inside his room, pressing his phone when a strange guy entered. "Hi, my name is Desmond. I guess you're my roommate," he said, trying to break the ice.

But the person ignored him totally. "I'm talking to you, guy. I think Ameera told me your name earlier... Raymond?" Desmond tried again, but Raymond still ignored him.

"Well, I guess I'm invisible," Desmond muttered to himself. "Let me get ready for class."

Desmond freshened up and went to his personal wardrobe. He wore a hoodie top and joggers, and his six-pack abs showed through his fair skin. His tinted hair looked fine with his brown eyes. He carried his bag and dashed out of the room.

As he walked to class, people whispered and stared at him. "Who is this new guy? He's so hot," someone said.

Desmond wondered why everyone was staring at him. "Why are they all whispering and staring at me?" he thought to himself.

In the girls' building, Camille and Mona were walking side by side, and people were staring at them too. "She's so fine," someone whispered. "Is she a new student? Is she the one who saved that girl from Anne?"

In the magic classroom, Rihanna's friends, Faridya and Debbie, rushed in. "Rihanna! Rihanna!" they called.

"What is it, girls?" Rihanna asked, looking uninterested.

"I heard there's a new girl in school," Faridya said.

"So what? New girls always come here," Rihanna replied with a shrug.

"She's very pretty and hot," Debbie said. "She also stopped Anne from punishing a girl and made her hospitalized."

Rihanna's expression changed, and she smiled evily. "What? What's her name?"

"Camille," Debbie replied. "I guess she's on her way here. Girls, watch what happens. I'll put her in her place!"

When Camille and Mona entered the classroom, Rihanna stood up and walked towards them. "Ouch!" Camille pouted in pain and faced Rihanna. "How dare you, b***h? You pushed me and you're blaming it on me?"

Rihanna's eyes flashed with anger. "You smelling brat, I would slap you..."

Just as Rihanna raised her hand to slap Camille, someone held her hand. It was Desmond. "You dare not touch my sister in your miserable life again, you b***h," he said, his voice firm.

The classroom gasped in shock. Rihanna's face turned red with anger. "How dare you talk to me like that? Do you know who I am? I'll deal with you and your

"Guys, the 3Ps are coming!" someone shouted.

Everyone quickly returned to their seats, and Rihanna stormed back to her seat, her face still red with anger. Desmond found a seat, but Camille remained standing, still shocked from the confrontation.

"Let's go sit down, Camille," Mona said, gently tugging on her arm.

Camille didn't move, her eyes fixed on the 3Ps: Raquel, Raymond, and Miguel. Raquel's cold gaze swept the room before landing on Camille.

"Take her to the punishment room, Guards!" Raquel ordered in a deep, commanding voice.

"She's in trouble," Debbie muttered, a sly smile spreading across her face.

As the guards approached Camille, Desmond stood up, his eyes locked on Raquel. "You can't just take her away without a reason," he said, his voice firm.

Raquel's expression didn't change, but her eyes flashed with annoyance. "You dare to question me?" she said, her voice dripping with disdain.

Miguel, standing beside Raquel, spoke up, his voice cold and menacing. "Who is this lowlife, and why is she standing in our way? Do you want me to freeze her up right here, right now?"

Raymond, on the other hand, seemed intrigued by Camille, his eyes scanning her with interest. "She's hot, though. Who is she?" he said, his voice laced with curiosity.

The tension in the room was palpable, and it seemed like the situation could escalate at any moment.