A step into Elight
1701 Words
The emergency lights bathed the studio in a dull red glow, stretching shadows across the walls like claws.
Kelvin stood frozen for a second, the folded note still clenched in his fist. His jaw tightened, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior. Slowly, deliberately, he turned.
A soft laugh echoed from the corner.
“You always did love drama,” a familiar voice said.
Amelia stepped forward from the shadows.
She wore black—tight, polished, intentional. Her hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, her lips curved in a smile that wasn’t sweet but sharp, calculated. The knife she had used lay casually on the console, as if it were nothing more than an accessory.
Kelvin’s eyes darkened.
“You did this?” he asked, his voice dangerously low.
Amelia tilted her head. “Relax. It was just a little entrance.”
“A little entrance?” Kelvin snapped, striding toward her. “Are you stupid? Are you crazy? You shut down my studio, scared my band, and you think this is funny?”
Kairo and Kingsley exchanged uneasy glances but stayed silent. This was between them.
Amelia didn’t flinch. If anything, she stepped closer.
“I wanted your attention,” she said calmly. “And now I have it.”
Kelvin laughed bitterly. “You always have attention, Amelia. You don’t need to destroy things to get it.”
Her smile faltered—for just a moment.
Then she spoke, her voice dropping. “Do you know I fell in love with you?”
The room went still.
Kelvin stared at her. “What?”
“I love you,” Amelia repeated, her eyes burning. “And I won’t be ignored. Not by you. Not by anyone.”
Kelvin shook his head. “This is madness.”
“You think power is madness?” she challenged. “My family can shut down your music career overnight. Elight High. The sponsors. The city itself. You know what I can do.”
He stepped back, disgust flashing across his face. “Is that a threat?”
“It’s a reminder,” she said softly. “We belong together. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.”
Kelvin turned away from her.
“Don’t follow me again,” he said flatly. “Don’t come near my band. Don’t come near my life.”
He walked past her without another glance.
Amelia scoffed, her laughter echoing behind him.
“Remember this, Kelvin Kingsley,” she called after him. “I’m a fighter too. And I never lose.”
The door slammed.
Morning arrived quietly in Eliora’s world.
The sun barely peeked through the clouds as Eliora stood outside her apartment, clutching her documents tightly to her chest. Her heart beat fast—nervous, hopeful, terrified.
Amaya bounced beside her, excitement written all over her face. “Can you believe this? Elight High. We’re really doing this.”
Eliora smiled faintly. “I still feel like I’ll wake up.”
Mrs. Sandra adjusted her scarf, her eyes filled with worry and pride all at once. “Stay close to me,” she told Eliora. “Both of you.”
Amaya’s mother spoke quickly, checking the time. “I wish I could come,” she said apologetically. “Morning shift won’t wait.”
“It’s fine,” Sandra replied. “We’ll handle it.”
Amaya hugged her mother quickly. “I’ll call you.”
And then they were off.
The city roads stretched ahead, leading them toward something unknown. Toward gates that separated the powerful from the forgotten.
As Elight High came into view, its towering walls casting long shadows, Eliora swallowed hard.
She didn’t know it yet.
But inside those gates, her life was about to collide with power, pride, music, and danger in ways she could never imagine.
Arrival at Elight High
The iron gates of Elight High stood taller than Eliora had imagined.
They weren’t just gates—they were a statement. Polished black steel with gold crests embedded at the center, guarded by two uniformed security officers whose expressions alone warned outsiders to behave or disappear.
Eliora slowed her steps.
Amaya let out a low whistle. “This place doesn’t look like a school,” she murmured. “It looks like a country.”
Mrs. Sandra tightened her grip on Eliora’s hand. “Stay close,” she said again, her voice calm but firm.
They approached the gate.
One of the guards lifted a hand immediately. “Stop there.”
Mrs. Sandra smiled politely. “Good morning. We’re here for scholarship registration.”
The guard glanced at their clothes—simple, neat, but unmistakably modest. His eyes lingered for half a second too long before he spoke again.
“Registration office is not accessible through this gate.”
Amaya frowned. “Then how do we—”
“Use the student route,” the second guard interrupted, pointing vaguely inward. “Check the school map.”
“What map?” Mrs. Sandra asked.
The guard shrugged. “Live location is available on the school app.”
Eliora’s stomach tightened.
“We don’t have the app,” she said softly.
The first guard scoffed. “Then you should get it.”
With that, he turned away.
They stood there for a moment, stunned.
Amaya opened her mouth to argue, but Eliora gently tugged her sleeve. “It’s fine,” she whispered. “Let’s just go.”
They walked in.
And walked.
And walked.
Elight High was enormous.
The paths stretched endlessly, lined with palm trees, marble walkways, and glass buildings that reflected the sky. Luxury cars passed by slowly, driven by students who barely looked their way.
“Do students even walk here?” Amaya muttered.
Eliora shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
They passed a performance house—a massive soundproof building with tinted windows and a glowing sign that read Creative Wing. Music leaked faintly through the walls—drums, guitar strings, voices blending perfectly.
“That must be where the school celebrities rehearse,” Amaya whispered, eyes wide.
Next came the Elite Library, larger than most public libraries Eliora had ever seen. Floor-to-ceiling glass, floating staircases, and quiet pods filled with students using tablets instead of books.
Then the Science Dome. The Art Pavilion. The Sports Arena.
“This school has everything,” Eliora murmured, awe and fear mixing in her chest.
They tried stopping students for directions.
A girl in a pristine uniform rolled her eyes the moment Amaya spoke.
“Don’t you people have the school map?” she snapped. “Check the live location.”
“We’re new,” Amaya said defensively.
The girl laughed. “Figures. I don’t know what’s wrong with commoners these days. Always lost.”
Amaya took a step forward, anger flashing. “Excuse me—”
Eliora grabbed her hand. “Amaya, please.”
Mrs. Sandra exhaled slowly. “Girls, let’s go.”
They walked away, leaving the laughter behind.
By the time they finally reached the Principal’s Office, Eliora’s legs ached. More than an hour had passed.
The office was calm, cool, and intimidating.
Behind a polished desk sat a woman in her late fifties, glasses resting on her nose, posture sharp and authoritative.
“Mrs. Henrietta Vale,” she introduced herself after scanning their documents. “Your applications are complete.”
Eliora leaned forward nervously.
“You’ll return next week,” Mrs. Vale continued. “Monday. Entrance examination.”
Relief and pressure hit at once.
“Thank you, ma,” Mrs. Sandra said gratefully.
As they stood to leave, Eliora shifted uncomfortably.
Her bladder protested sharply.
“Mummy…” she whispered. “I really need to use the restroom.”
Mrs. Sandra nodded. “Go quickly. We’ll wait outside.”
Eliora hurried down the hallway, scanning for signs.
She found one.
RESTROOM →
She pushed the door open.
And froze.
The restroom looked nothing like any school toilet she had ever seen.
Crystal mirrors. Marble floors. Gold-edged sinks. Soft lighting. It smelled like expensive perfume.
“Why would a school toilet be this beautiful?” Eliora whispered, stunned.
She used the toilet quickly, then washed her hands slowly, still staring around in disbelief.
That was when the door slammed open.
“What are you doing here?”
Eliora turned sharply.
Amelia stood there.
Perfect hair. Perfect posture. Perfect cruelty in her eyes.
“Who are you?” Amelia demanded. “And why are you in my restroom?”
“I—I’m sorry,” Eliora said quickly. “I didn’t know. I just needed to—”
Amelia grabbed her wrist.
“Don’t touch me like that,” Eliora snapped, instinctively slapping Amelia’s hand away.
Silence fell.
Amelia’s eyes darkened.
“Did you just hit me?”
Before Eliora could respond—
SLAP.
Pain exploded across her cheek.
“Why would you slap me?” Eliora cried, shock and anger mixing. “I didn’t do anything! I just came to pee!”
Amelia smiled slowly.
“Oh,” she said softly, pulling out her phone. “You’ll regret this.”
She locked the door.
Two girls entered moments later—tall, sharp-eyed, identical sneers.
“Rika. Zane,” Amelia said calmly. “Teach her a lesson.”
They dragged Eliora out of the restroom, her slippers scraping against the marble floor as she struggled.
“Let me go!” she cried.
They pulled her into the hallway.
And then—
“What the hell is going on here?”
The voice cut through everything.
Kelvin stood there.
Behind him—Kairo and Kingsley.
The Triple K.
Amelia stiffened.
Eliora looked up, tears blurring her vision.
Amelia laughed nervously. “Nothing. Just playing around.”
Kelvin’s eyes flicked to Eliora’s red cheek.
“This doesn’t look like play.”
Eliora finally looked up fully—
And froze.
Her phone slipped from her hand.
“The… Triple K?” she whispered.
Students gathered. Whispers erupted.
Eliora’s confidence shattered.
She grabbed her slippers, lowered her gaze, and ran.
“Hey! Stop her!” voices shouted.
Kelvin stepped forward.
“Should we stop her?”
Eliora stood trembling.
And the question hung in the air.
Will they stop her?
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