Page 9 of The Angel's Kiss
“He’s not wrong, I also want to know,” my dad said, which seemed to draw my mom’s disappointment and she looked at him before turning to Mr. Morris.
Mr. Morris nodded. “I completely understand. I’d be honored if you were to attend a tour of our Academy to see for yourself. We take in gifted children and help them hone their skills to be the leaders of the future. We have the most results for Ivy League university admissions. In addition to that, we have our own levels of higher education that are exclusive and rival other schools. We also offer scholarships for our students, thus alleviating the financial stress such matters can give concerned parents like yourselves.”
He was a smooth talker, because I could see my parents being drawn in with his every word. Even I had to admit, it seemed like a good deal. But I wasn’t looking forward to having to work that much harder in some elite school. And I didn’t want to leave the few friends I had made to go to a school with a bunch of nerds.
“I’d like that, yes,” my mom said.
“What if I don’t want to go?” I asked.
“Let’s at least see the place first, Rai,” my dad said.
I could already tell that if my parents liked Stellar Academy, I wasn’t going to have a choice of whether or not I wanted to attend it.
Chapter three
Rai
Stellar Academy
It had been tendays since our visit with the Headmaster, Mr. Morris, and now my parents, sister, and I were sitting in the lobby of the Academy’s main office where the Headmaster worked. All of our expenses were paid and we were flown to Los Angeles, California, first class, which was really cool. I’d never been here before and hoped we’d have a chance to visit some of the sights before we had to go back home.
Even our hotel room had been paid for and it was huge with three bedrooms, one being a suite, which my parents claimed right away. My sister and I at least had our own rooms and we were told to order whatever we wanted from room service, which was so awesome and made me feel like I was rich. But now, it was time to tour the place my parents wanted me to call my new home.
I looked around the lobby at the high ceiling and fancy archways, tall glass windows, and marble floors. The chandeliers added elegance and I had to admit, it was beautiful. Even thegrounds looked extravagant with all of the flowers, topiaries, and fountains. I wondered how much it cost to go to a school like this.
A woman approached us. “The Headmaster will see you now,” she said. “Please follow me.”
We did and she led us to a set of double dark wood doors that she opened, then gestured for us to enter.
Once inside, she closed the door and Mr. Morris stood and smiled. “Please, make yourselves comfortable.”
My parents took the seats in front of his desk and my sister and I sat on the sofa.
“This place is awesome,” my sister whispered. “I hope I can go too.”
I didn’t say anything. Yes, it was awesome, but I was still curious about how I kept seeing Mr. Morris in my dreams and what they meant. I listened to the conversation the adults had concerning my education.
“His tuition will be covered. You needn’t worry,” said Mr. Morris.
My mom was beaming at that, dad too.
“Are you ready to look around?” Mr. Morris asked.
My parent nodded. “Yes, please.”
Mr. Morris did the tour himself, showing us all of the amenities and classes as well as the dorms. Okay, yeah, I was sold. I wanted to come to this school so badly. I pulled on my mom’s sleeve getting her attention.
“Please let me come here,” I begged.
“Oh, you are totally going to this school, don’t you worry,” she said to my delight.
I must have been grinning like a fool the whole time because my cheeks hurt. This place had a pool, basketball court, tennis court, baseball field, art studios, dojos, a theater, and the best part, the lunch room. We had the chance to eat there and couldorder whatever we wanted and real chefs prepared the food and it was so good! The dorms I would be living in had full-size beds, not twins like I had now. I would have my own room, too, which was awesome. Some of the kids shared rooms and had twin beds, but I wouldn’t.
I liked being that special.
The classrooms didn’t look like the ones I was used to. Some were held outside, others in large halls, like I’d seen in shows about college or animes. Everything was the best of the best and I wanted to be a part of it. At the end of the tour, my parents were allowed to think about it, but I knew their minds were already made up.
In our hotel room, we had a family discussion about it. I had to get used to the idea that I’d be living here, so far away from my family. I’d be expected to behave so I wouldn’t lose this opportunity and everything else my parents were worried about.
