Chapter 3

The next day, I arrived at the school. As I entered through the gate, the gateman shot me a perplexed look.

"Pay attention, old man. Someone wants to enter." I declared moving forward.

I surveyed the school grounds, which were the largest and most beautiful I had ever seen. The buildings were of various designs and vibrant colors. According to the letter I received, I was supposed to meet someone here today, but I had no idea where to find her.

Hesitating, I called out to someone passing by. "Hello! Please, I need to meet Mrs. Spiff in the admissions office."

"Where are your manners, slave?" was her reply. "Thank your stars. I'm in a hurry today; otherwise, I would have hosted your funeral." She hurried away before I could respond. It seems everyone already knows about my identity, well what did I expect? Determined, I looked for the designated building, catching sight of it from a distance. It stood proudly, painted in royal blue and pure white, with "Admissions Building" inscribed in pure gold.

Following the directions in the letter, I made my way to the woman’s office. I knocked on the door and entered, finding myself inside her office moments later.

"And who are you, by the way?" she asked, not bothering to offer me a seat.

"I am White Daisy," I introduced myself.

"Oh, you are the slave I was expecting," she said coldly.

"Yes," I replied, trying to maintain my composure. I knew the label was something all of us in the pack had to bear, and it was about time I learned to deal with it.

"Here, take this." She handed me another backpack, different from the one I received yesterday.

"Unlike yesterday's bag, which contained gadgets, a badge, and uniform, this one has a student manual, a hard copy of your timetable, and you can also find it in the tablet given to you. But I’m sure you won't be able to operate that gadget since you’ve never used one before, slave." Her words stung, and I could feel my hurt swelling inside me as I realized that the gadgets I had seen the day before were beyond my understanding.

"This bag also includes notebooks since I doubt you can use a laptop. But textbooks aren't allowed, so the sooner you learn to operate the gadgets, the closer you'll get to accessing your soft copy materials. If you need any help from me, you can always come by."

"Okay, thank you," I replied as I received the backpack. The moment I left her office, I set off in search of my lecture room. Navigating the school was a challenge; despite being large and impressive, the atmosphere felt alien. Nobody acknowledged my presence, and I found myself wishing I were back in the wasteland rather than stuck in the city. But I had to adapt.

Upon entering the lecture room, I was surprised by how cool it was; air conditioning hummed rhythmically through the space. It reminded me of Mrs. Spiff's office. I locked the door behind me and took my seat just as the day’s lecturer walked in.

"Hello, class. I am Mrs. Andrew, and I will be teaching you English GNS 101…” 

Before she could continue, a rude, spoiled brat interrupted. "We already know that! Don't delay us with your introduction; just get to the point!"

"If that’s the case, you should all introduce yourselves to me," she replied. 

This made the rude, spoiled brat smile.

One by one, everyone introduced themselves until it was the turn of the four students who immediately caught my attention.

"I am John Sarah from the Snowpack… I am the daughter of the Senate President and an oil mogul," she declared, showing off her background.

"I am Andrew Gloria from the Snowpack," chimed another. Her connection to Mr. Andrew, close to the President, hinted at the importance of their family ties. 

I carefully noted the key werewolves from influential families, deciding that it was best to keep my distance from them.

As the lecture was about to begin, Sarah called out to me, cutting through the growing anticipation. "Hey, slave!" No one needed to tell me to respond; I understood the dire consequences of ignoring her.

"Get out of here right now. I don’t want to attend a lecture with a rag in our midst." Her words were like nails on a chalkboard, sending my anger boiling.

"You’d better not make her repeat herself," a guy named James Felix added rudely. Brief background: His father is the chairman of James Group, known for producing luxury sports cars. Clearly, he was from a wealthy family. 

I forced myself to my feet, grabbing my book, because I would need it. 

"There’s no need to take your book. Just come over here," Sarah commanded.

"Don’t grumble, and don’t let me beat you. You don’t stand a chance against me, even in a fight," she added, noticing my hesitation. I had no way of knowing if I was stronger than her; the band on all the Whitewater made us weaker than the average werewolf.

Hesitantly, I approached her. 

"Bend down and remove my shoes," she said with a pompous air. I complied, pulling her shoes off and feeling a swirl of humiliation. Out of nowhere, she tossed money at me. "Here, money for your services, lowlife. Make sure to clean and polish it well." It was the height of disrespect. My blood boiled, and I felt an overwhelming urge to slap her across the face, but I couldn’t gather the courage.

I held her shoes and stood up. Just as I was about to turn away, she grabbed my hair, yanking me back and causing me to wince in pain. 

"You dare not leave without taking the money," she ordered, her voice dripping with contempt.

The entire class watched with cackles of laughter, making me the subject of ridicule. 

"I would like to go down on her," I heard the most disgusting comment uttered by someone in the back.

"You’re a fool. You want to go down on a slave? An object of ridicule?" another voice sneered.

"Well, there’s nothing wrong with what he says. Slaves were used for pleasure in the past, even by kings," someone else chimed in.

I bent down to pick up the money, and just as I was about to stand up and leave, Sarah yanked my hair again, and I let out a muffled whine.