8th August 2035

　　We alight from the car, my sister and I. Our bodyguards got down too, taking their position behind us. We strut through the school premises.

　　Greathood college is the most prominent school in the whole of America. A school made for royals and kids of influential personnels.

　　It's a new session.

　　Everywhere went dead silent.

　　Boys, even teachers were drooling... At my sis actually.

　　'Stasia' as we all call her, dressed to kill. She looks gorgeous in her black leather jacket, white beret, white boots and skimpy gown.

　　while I stayed beside her in my oversize hoodie, big frame glasses and baggy pants.

　　For me it's comfort over fashion.

　　People never fail to wonder why we're the complete opposites of each other. In terms of character, red hair and blonde. Stasia is blonde. I am red haired.

　　The only thing identical thing we share is our birthdate.

　　We become strangers outside the home. She picks on me while I ignore and avoid her as best possible.

　　She leads 'The Refined' squad.

　　No sooner had I plugged my earphones, humming to a song because of stasia's admirers:

　　"Go stasia!"

　　"I love you stasia!"

　　"Please can I take a selfie with you?" Stacia had stucked her tongues out at me in scorn.

　　Needless to say that in the school premises, I do not need bodyguards. I am invisible to the crowd so while they try to keep the crowd from thronging my sister,

　　I do the slipping away.

　　smack! I ran into a wall.

　　It was a huge boy. He mumbles a 'sorry' scurrying off. I look at my books splattered on the hallway.

　　I wave the middle finger at his back.

　　Idiot.

　　I didn't even get to see his face. The only thing I saw was his cheap, navy blue jacket.

　　"oops sorry babe" My best friend rushes over

　　"Graciey!"

　　"Anabelle!" we squeal jumping on each other.

　　"I've missed you so much" I say

　　"me too" she affirms, hugging me again

　　We hurriedly pick my books. We just can't wait to talk about, our just concluded holiday.

　　•

　　We keep talking in hush tones, when the principal climbs the podium.

　　"Good day to you all, and welcome to another session" Mrs whitney says, prompting an applause from us.

　　"Without further ado, I'd like to introduce to you, two students : Mr Damian and Mr Kelvin!. Do come up please"

　　A boy climbs the podium, his bodyguards following shortly.

　　we're used to this.

　　As he faces the crowd, an uproar went up.

　　"Damian! The son of Goloce?"

　　"The heir to the Goloce empire?"

　　Everybody was whispering...

　　Different phone light screens filled the room. Everybody wanted to confirm their suspicion.

　　He is the one.

　　"OMG. He's more handsome in person" They cooe

　　More buttons came undone, cleaveages leaking out. Some boys hope he's gay.

　　Who in this world, doesn't know the lord Goloce?

　　Everybody does!

　　Lord Goloce is a drug Lord, the visioner to the Goloce empire.

　　He is the only drug Lord who the authorities are scared of, as all others had gone into hiding.

　　The Goloce's are known to be powerful, fierce and gorgeous.

　　The authorities had long given up about arresting the Drug Lord; who seems to be invisible.

　　However, the masses love the Goloces...

　　Sometime last year, Forbes were compelled to announce him as the most richest man alive.

　　Yes! He is that wealthy.

　　Rumor has it that the Goloce's mansion was built in a sea, moreso all their children are home schooled.

　　Now I wonder what Damian Goloce is doing here, of all places in the world. Five other hefty protocols stood at the entrance door.

　　"What is he doing in Canada? Why our school? " I say out loud to my bestfriend.

　　"How would I know?" She asks

　　"...because you're more social than I am. How come you didn't prep me for this. You always do that when a hot Roman god is coming to our school" I laugh, poking her head.

　　"Obviously this was top confidential secret." she humors back

　　"Decorum please!!!" Mrs. whitney shouts

　　The students were unperturbed, they keeps talking. Suddenly a loud noise catches our attention.

　　We furrow our brows lightly.

　　A tall guy had fallen. He dusts himself, rushing to the podium.

　　"ooh Mr Kelvin! about time..." Mrs whitney mumurs

　　As he turn to us, some students boos. He looks like a scholarship student.

　　He's the same guy who ran into me in the hallway.

　　...and not just, he is the replica of the guy in my dreams.

　　My life's about to change...