Chapter 4 First day at the institution

*Snow POV*

THE NEXT DAY_____

"DING!...." I sprint out of bed immediately after the sound of my alarm hits my eardrum. I am a heavy sleeper, which is why I always set my alarm to help me keep track of time.

I rushed to take my bath, then quickly dressed up in a denim trouser and a blouse top.

I combed my hair and tied it into a ponytail before applying a light nude lipstick on my lips. I used my eye pencil to shade my eyelid before brushing my long eyelashes.

I squirt perfume on my body before putting on my sneakers. Since there are no foodstuffs in the house yet, I will grab a snack outside.

I picked up my sporty drawstring bag, then put in my notepad, my headset, and lastly, a bottle of water.

When I logged in to the institution portal, the curriculum stated we would be having our orientation class today, where they would enlighten us about everything in the school and about our courses.

Without wasting much time, I exited my apartment building and took a taxi to the school. I have a map on my phone that has the address of the necessary places in Atlanta, so I will not get lost that easily.

Getting to the institution was an open landscape with huge stairways. Different huge detached buildings could be seen, and a crowd of students could be seen going about their different activities.

"Oh my Jesus!" I exclaimed as my eyes memorized the magnificent buildings that were standing tall and mighty.

I walked to a nearby billboard of the institution that had the location details of the institution's areas.

After getting the one I wanted, I walked hastily to a huge milky white building on the left, which happens to be the administration department.

Reaching the administrator's office, I concluded my registration and got my student card, which now makes me a bona fide student of the institution.

I was strolling around to look and get familiar with the surroundings of the institution.

However, I sighed at a skinny girl who was busy with her phone; she was dressed up in sport wear.

"Hi," I said as I approached closer to her.

She raised her head slowly, allowing the wind to blow her French pink hair before her shiny brown eyes met mine.

"Hi there!" She beamed at me with her hand stretched out for a handshake. I was very delighted and then shook hands with her.

"I'm Snow Maxson," I introduced myself.

"Ella Wells is the name." She smiled.

We began to have a light conversation. I told her I'm a new student here, and I realized she wasn't too, she is six months later than me.

She also informed me about the orientation class, and I let her know I knew about it, so we both went to the lecture hall where the program will be held.

We walked into the lecture hall, and I gleamed around the hall; it was large and spacious in size.

We both sat down close to each other. "I guess the program will be interesting," I say as I strike up a conversation with Ella.

She smirked at me before saying, "Yes, girl, I even heard one of the professors in New York City will be here to lighten us up more." Her tone came out more like a whisper; she wasn't actually whispering; she has a natural soft and low tone.

"Wow!"  My eyes twinkled in excitement as I grinned happily at Ella, and she passed me a kind smile.

"I guess-"  I paused my statement in midair when I felt the lecture hall go deadly silent.

However, the silence was quickly replaced by murmuring in every corner of the hall.

I observed the situation and discovered it was because of three certain girls that walked inside the hall.

They were dressed really skipping; one was dressed like a gangster, putting on all black clothes; she wore a black bumshort, a black crop top, a black overcoat, and matching boots.

Another was putting on a shirt gown and heels, while the last had a tin-hand top and a mini skirt, matching it with short boots; she had a lot of jewelry on her body with a butterfly tattoo at the corner of her chest.

"Oh!  The queen dolls," I heard Ella say, and I snapped my head towards her, giving her a quizzical look.

As if she read my mind, she began to explain: "They are the institution goddesses, well-known for their lavish lifestyle."

"The one on the left who dresses like a gangster is the famous Tasha Robarte; the one in the middle is Nelle Anderson, the heir to the Anderson jewelry empire; and the last is Nikky Stone, the senator's daughter." She explained.

"I should advise you to avoid them like the plague because they are serious troublemakers." She warned at the end, as if she had read my mind again.

My eyes were full of admiration for them, not because of their dressing but because of their beautiful looks; they are an undeniable beauty goddess. I decide to heed my new friend's advice.

 

A FEW MINUTES LATER...

The professor walked into the lecture room, causing it to go dead silent.

The professor walked to the podium elegantly with his commanding yet friendly aura.

"Good morning, everyone. I'm Mr. Steve York." He greeted us with a pleasing smile.

"Good morning, sir; you are welcome to this great institution!" A loud cheer emitted in the atmosphere.

The professor went on to briefly tell us about his achievements and his goal for coming to the institution.

He promised us that he would be serving here in order to impact it with more knowledge for free.

Some of the students happily welcomed his help, while others acted nonchalantly.

Before the professor left the lecture room, he briefly explained to us the history of athletics, the core struggle of an atheist, and the attributes and features a good athlete should possess.

He left after promising to come again and teach us more and do some vital practical work.

Other activities were held; the institution's directors, personnel, and high staff were introduced to us.

They also made known the training sessions and facilities of the institution.

After about six hours of talking and displaying, it came to a close.

I also used this opportunity to exchange contact information with Ella, and we promised to keep in touch. I was glad I had made a new friend.

I find my mind bulging about someone, a strange man that came up on the stage as one of our core coaches.

"But why am I bothered by him? I don't know this man from anywhere, and what is this strange thing I am feeling?"