9 August 2012
A pair of pure black eyes with long, thick eyelashes scanned the old building. My cherry pink lips smiled scornfully. I was ordered by my contractor to enrolled into this school, Italiano Private School to check on someone. It looked like just another normal private school for people with high class status and wealth but there was another rule for student to be able to enter the school. Mafia. The student himself or his parents or family must be a mafia in order to study in this school, which help to train student to get ready for their debut in the cruel world of mafia. Students were not only tested for academic but also fighting skills.
Cold autumn wind brushed across my long brown hair. Students were already arriving in expensive cars, commanding their servants to do things for them and watching them rushing off with a satisfied smile. I shook her head slightly in displease, they had taken everything for granted. I'm going to hate this place, for sure.
Looking at my watch, I increased my pace into the maze-like building. I wrinkled her high nose in disgust as a old musty smell filled my lungs immediately. Was the whole school filled with this gross smell? Paintings were hanged on the walls in the hallways, I was an art student, this had made my walking speed reduce by half. Maybe this wasn't that bad after all, as I observe the pieces of artwork in admiration, totally absorbed in it. Many of them were drawn by famous artist. Every lines, every stroke were drawn with their feeling, each drawing expressed a life, as though it was alive.
I pushed open the huge craved wooden door which was a piece of artwork too. Beyond the door, an old man with stern grey eyes stared at me impatiently. Remembering time I originally need to report, glancing at my watch again without shifting my head, I was almost half an hour late.
I smiled guiltily at him. "Miss Baskerville. Are you aware that you are very late?" when he emphasised on my name, some kind of electricity stun me momentary. This man was dangerous. I have to take caution with him.
I smiled apologetically at him, my sight landed on the nameplate on his desk, Mr Walter. "I'm so sorry, Mr Walter. I was too engrossed with the artworks place around the campus." I bow slightly, hoping him to forgive me.
His hard face softened. " I guess so, I had seen you arrived at school about an hour ago. You must have like the artwork?" He turn his head towards the glass window, indicating the great view of the front garden of the school.
Better get on good term with him, since I don't know how long I have to stay here. " Yes!" I beamed at him. "Each artwork contains its artist soul. How can we not appreciate them?"
Mr Walter broke into a smile. "I'm glad that you like it. All these artwork was handpicked by me. But please do not study the artworks until you are unaware of the time."
"Yes, I'll remember this, Mr Walter." I bowed again.
"Right, let's proceed to the main topic. Lacie Baskerville, you will join Wrath from today onwards. Oh, yes." he took a pause and fumbled with my record before continuing. "All of our class are called after the 7 deathly sins. We did not place students in term of grades but in term of their ability. We had place you in Wrath first and will change according to your performance for the test at the end of the school term. This test consist of academic as well as physical test."
Great! I'm in the same class with the one I'm assign on. I must make sure I don't get kick out of that class...
"You can find out more about this from your teachers later, it's almost time for your first lesson, Mr Woods, your form teacher will guide you to the class. He's waiting for you outside."
Mr Walter stood up from his cushy armchair and faced me, shaking my hand formally. "I'm surprised you are more of the silent type, I guess you will have to change class soon. I have to warn you to be careful but I'm sure you will survive. Good luck and enjoy your school life."
I smiled at him, hiding my fear. What does he meant by me changing class? Was Wrath that unsuitable for me? I gave him the final bow before I turn and leave.
Closing the door behind me, a middle age man clearly without any fashion sense appear before me. A striking green bow tie was a total 'match' with a hot pink suit.
Suppressing my desire to laugh, I tiny smile, trying to act good in front of a teacher. "Good morning, I'm Lacie Baskerville."
"Yes, yes. I'm expecting you, I'm Guido Beradi. You can call me Mr Beradi, I'll be your classroom teacher. Let's proceed to the class shall we? We are pretty late and the other kids are quite impatient." He scratched his untidy hair awkwardly. Was he nervous about something?
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