Mrs. Russel stopped me as I was about to walk to the door.
"Wait! You have a dress code, don't you know?" Mrs. Russel told me. She clapped her hands, and two young women entered the room, each wearing a different uniform.
One of the maidens was holding a very tight and elegant school uniform.
It hangs up to the calves, and is made of an onyx panel with lace overlay. In baby blue and onyx, the dress is fitted with knee -length socks and Mary Jane shoes, respectively.
This type of dress has long -sleeved shirts that are usually loosely tucked into its skirt and covered by a creative jacket. It has a tie that divides the middle, rarely buttoned jackets, and has a medium dot in the same colors as the other group.
I gasped and stood there for a moment. “They’re so adorable!” I thought. I’ve never worn any uniform like these ones in front of me.
It’s like the uniforms you see in movies or in children’s books with cartoon characters. These were funny adorable uniforms that every girl wants to wear. It’s almost fanatical because ordinary schools won’t have this kind of dress code.
Another uniform, held by another maid, was absolutely stunning and one-of-a-kind.
A beige accordion skirt covers the bottom of the dress, ending below the knees. It is stylish with dotted socks and wedge shoes with almond and beige to complement the outfit. It had long -sleeved shirts loosely tucked into its skirts and covered by a bulky and thick jacket. It has a tie neatly hung in the middle, just jackets with almost no buttons, and a thin dot with the same color of the tie.
"Do you mind telling me that you don't like the uniforms? Oh, that's fine, I will have them redesign their website-"
With a smile on my face, I explained that I meant that they were adorable, like the ones in the story, the attractive uniforms. "No, Mrs. Russel," I said.
"Oh, okay. Hurry up honey, Brandon will be leaving any minute." Mrs. Russel said, then she laughed.
"Thanks a lot!" I shudder with excitement.
"Hurry up because I need to call the principal,” Mrs. Russel said, smiling.
I hurried into my room after I closed the door. Soon the maid came and assisted me in putting the uniform on and with my make-up.
In fact, I was wearing a pair of earrings when I finished. I am in a better spirit than in a long time.
"Brandon, Brandon!" I called him.
"Yes?" It was good to hear his voice and I became distracted by the time I saw him walking out of the breakfast room.
For a moment, our eyes stared at each other.
In his school uniform, Brandon is quite attractive. He was wearing straight, Dacron pants below the knee, showing off his cardinal loafers, all of which were the same color as his other clothes.
Lilac’s long striped socks complete the search for the man in the red suit. The shirt, which was ivory and had short sleeves, was neatly tucked into his trousers, which were covered by a regular jacket. A wide tie, with cardinal and lilac stripes, hung in the middle of his barely buttoned jacket, which framed his face.
"Can you tell me what you're doing in that school uniform?" Brandon interrogated.
"Because I’ll be going to the same university you're going to," I said, glaring at him.
"Are you?" he asked.
"You don't like me, do you? You want me to be stupid, don't you?" I asked, with a smile on my face.
"Not but -"
"All right, come on!" I said impatiently. I’ve never been so excited to get into school, but I’m really interested to see what Brighton High School is all about.
"You forgot where you put your iPod," Brandon said.
"Is this an Ipod?" I asked.
"We don't use books; instead, we use the iPod for everyone. We are the new generation, and there are no more handwritten books.” Brandon waved.
"Will you give me the iPod?" I asked and grinned.
He snapped his fingers, and the iPod appeared, carried by the maid. Another young woman approached me and handed me an iPhone.
"Thank you," I said and they turned and left.
I went out, and we didn’t take the limo anymore because Brandon planned to drive into the school that morning. I bounced when I got into the car.
"It's not all that exciting," Brandon emphatically admits.
"Oh, and what's the iPhone for?" I asked, smiling, "Oh, and what is the iPhone for?"
"Call? Texting? Whatever it is that you want to do," he explained.
"Cool," I said and he started the car so we could go to school together.
I chewed the inside of my cheeks with my thumb all the way to school, rubbing it on my cheek. When I got bored, I opened the iPad and studied the materials downloaded to the device.
When I first saw the school map, I gasped. The school is huge! I took a deep breath and sighed after turning a blind eye. I turned off the iPad and started rubbing the back of my thumb.
I turned to Brandon and stared at him.
"Will you promise me you won’t leave me at school?" I asked. I inquired, extending my pinkie finger to the sky.
He averted his gaze from the road.
"It won't be an issue for you. There's a built -in map, and this iPad keeps track of where you are – it’s great you know.”
"Promise?" I inquired over his voice, extended my pinkie even from my mouth.
He sighed and snatched my pinkie from me.
“All right, promise,” he said.
The second commitment is as follows: I shook his pinkie and gave him a friendly smile.
"We're on the home stretch. I’ll introduce you to some of my acquaintances,” Brandon explained.
I started chewing the inside of my cheeks.
“Don’t be nervous because it's just school, regular school,” Brandon explained while holding my hand and nuzzling it. I take a step back.
I stared at the emptiness until I noticed some mansions growing in size as we passed them.
"We're here," Brandon said, staring at me.
I took a deep breath and removed my seatbelt. When I opened the door, all I could hear was silence.
"Brandon! Brandon! Brandon !!!"
I glanced around the area.
Somebody must be kidding. This doesn’t look like a school!
I thought of something. I focused my gaze on school.
Most of the building is made of glass. You can see students walking and hugging their friends as they pass from inside the building. The school has a gold gate with fashion designs on the bars leading to the building.
It even boasts a lawn that stretches over a mile in length. A garden can be seen near the door, and an employee couple is busy arranging a flowerbed there. There are several banks available.
“Is this a school, or is it some kind of landmark? Brandon, are you sure this is a school and not a landmark?” I asked, my eyes still focused on the school.
He moved towards the school sign.
Brighton College is on the sign. "Now, come on," Brandon insisted.
We walked and he wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed me.
"Eh, what are you doing?"
I focused my gaze on his arm wrapped around my waist.
"You said you didn't want to get lost, did you?" he asked with a smile on his lips.
Then I said, "Umm, yeah."
"All right, let's go," he said.
As Brandon pulled me out of the parking lot, I noticed a group of men and women heading in the other direction.
"Hey who's that chick?" The boy with golden hair and blue eyes said.
"She's my chick," Brandon claimed, with a giggle in his voice as he looked at my face.
I blushed and looked away from him, a little away from him. I’m not used to being the center of attention.
"Uhh, she's blushing!" Another man with light brown hair and brown eyes teased me who was standing nearby. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the lips.
Brandon dragged me out of the crowd and wrapped his arms around me to save me. I felt secure.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Shania, my future wife, and Shania, this is my crew," Brandon said, a smile spread across his face. Everyone sighed.
I looked into each woman's eyes. They were all blinking and focused on Brandon. I focused my gaze on Brandon. He shows as if he is unaware of the women looking at him as if they want to eat him.
"My name is Jess," explained the man with golden hair and blue eyes. He was wearing plain nylon pants just above his ankle and could see his orchid colored Chelsea boots. He wore it with long and dotted socks and a standard rosewood belt.
"Harold," said the young man with light brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing thick striped poly cotton pants that reached up to her legs, showing off her maroon Chelsea boots. She paired it with plain navy socks with a delicate crisscross pattern.
"John," the other guy who has blonde hair and gray eyes. He was wearing plain Dacron pants just below his knees, showing off his cobalt slip-on shoes. She wore it with long, checkered socks and a cerulean belt.
"Kimberly, Kim," the girl with dark hair and brown eyes said. She wore cardinal box pleated skirts exposing her legs from the knees down. She paired it with dotted socks and lilac and cardinal-colored shoes, respectively.
"My name is Dally; I'm John's twin!" The girl exclaimed who matched John's blonde hair and gray eyes. She was wearing a maroon pleated skirt with only her legs exposed. She paired it with striped socks and navy and maroon wedge shoes, respectively.
I noticed that every woman wore the same uniform as mine, and every man wore the same as what Brandon wore.
"Hello," I said and offered my hand.
Kim rushed over and grabbed me, dragging me into the crowd.
"Holy crap! Are you sure you're going to marry Brandon?" Kim shouted.
"Like I have an option," I blushed and shrugged.
"You're so lucky!" Dally exclaimed. “You know that all the girls here in school are desperate to date him,” she whispered.
"What?" I asked while making a face. "Why?
"Are you crazy?!" Dally exclaimed with a sly grin. "He is one hundred percent boiling!"
"How?” I let out a sigh and laughed. These girls were surprising me.
"What is your problem?" Kim asked with a smile on her lips. She started pulling me towards the front gate of the school.
Then from the driveway, Brandon shouted, "Take good care of her! Avoid losing her, you two might get into trouble!"
The two of us stopped.
"You know, he's quite yummy," Dally said, pushing me away.
"All right," I grinned, "all you guys ever say nice things about him. Is there something in his life that you consider negative?"
"All right," Kim said as she walked to the side of the sidewalk board separating the dirt into the cement.
"There are a few instances where he kisses a girl and then refuses to talk to her again. Besides, he's a player, he’ll date a girl for a week and then move on to the next girl-this is his cycle of love. "
"Do you believe in the love loop?" I asked.
"I suppose so. Besides, he's an expert in courtship. Then, if courts you, you'll be damned if you love him so much." Dally smiled.
"Is that why all the girls want to go out with him?" I nodded.
"Yup," Kim said.
We entered the front door. I stopped.
True, the school is mainly made of glass, and the outside is visible. I noticed that the school has an outdoor pool, an outdoor garden, a soccer field, a tennis court, an outdoor café, and a large area for outdoor lunch. And the lobby was crowded with students who went in the other direction, passing me.
I opened my eyes.
"So… Umm..." I said, trying to introduce the subject again.
"So, are you interested in dating him?" I asked Kim and Dally.
They raised an eyebrow at me.
"Well, that was a long time ago, but that is no longer the case. I moved on with him about two years ago." Kim blushed.
I laughed.
"Well, Brandon and I dated before, about two years ago, a month after Kim declared her dislike for him. You know, we went on a week-long date and then broke up,” Dally stated.
I nodded.
"Hey, come here!" Dally grabbed my arm.
“This is the announcement center,” she explained, gesturing towards a bench.
Kim snatched me onto the bench, and Dally grinned.
"Everyone be careful! Excuse me, pay attention,” Kim spoke in a loud tone. She identified a group of girls near the locker room whose skirts were too high and their shirts too tight.
"Excuse me, Miss S., but didn't I tell you to pay attention?" Kim started rolling her eyes.
"She is the school slut in the center, with phony brown hair and green eyes. Her name is Madonna," Dally whispered to my side.