MY FIRST DAY
IT WAS MY FIRST DAY at my new school, Olympus Academy.
Thankfully, my cramps had calmed down and I was more uncomfortable than in pain. I was a bit worried about wearing a skirt, especially since it was not really my kind of normal dress code. As I pulled into the parking lot, I wondered if my car would stand out, but when I found an empty spot between a Bentley and a Mercedes, I knew I’d blend right in. I was also armed with four hundred dollars in cash and Weston’s Black American Express card until mine came in.
In cash alone I was carrying more than I made on a paycheck.
Yeah, at least parts of me were going to blend in, but I wasn’t so sure about the rest of me. The me parts, and not the props.
My eyes scanned the courtyard, and a tiny bit of dread fell over me. If I
