The White Elm’s Academy. I got dressed. Angela had packed my bags. The clothes she had picked out for me to wear during my term here were presentable, neat and simple with clean lines. It was mostly stuff she’d bought for me over the last few years. She had mentioned that schooling here was almost like attending a year-long job interview, and that I should look the part, and I had reluctantly agreed. My net skirts, high-waisted belts, tights, purple tartan and platform Mary Janes had remained at home. The morning meal was set out like dinner, but there was a lot less energy from my classmates. Most looked exhausted despite a night of sleep. I realised that the majority of students were currently adjusting to a new time zone and would probably take a few days to get used to the times. ‘How are your roommates?’ one of the twins asked Hiroko and I as we finished breakfast. ‘Sterling and Xanthe.
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