Your balance is how much!!

When she was spotted entering the room, a kid called out to her.

“Hey! Who are you? Do you even know the meaning of high society…showing up to class wearing that?!”

The kid who shouted was the class delinquent and son of a congressman. His name was Gerald Holder. He was 6’2 and had aqua colored eyes. His hair was red and unruly. His jawline was sharp like Ike his nose brigde and brows. He had many peircings and his legs on the table.

Scarlet chuckled beneath her breath. This was all part of her plan to introduce herself, gain respect and standing and then start class. She had a knack for subtly manipulating people. Shee herself admitted it was a scary skill. but in her line of work it was incredibly useful.

He attempted too ridicule her. She seemed delicate and gentle so he imagined she was soft and would run away. No one in that room trusted teachers, or even people in general anymore. They had been lied to and betrayed many times. They learned the truth of the world early.

Everyone is greedy. Trust no one. They can and will betray you.

The only difference between them is that the students had each other. For Raya no matter how hard she tried she could never completely relax. Not with people or alone. She hadn’t been able to have a good nights rest in 15 years and that wasn’t gonna change now.

Even if she could depend on a bunch of students she wouldn’t trust them. She was used to walking into the lion’s den and ripping it apart. She wasn’t going to change her approach now, no matter her target.

She smirked, her eyes darkened in the shadow of her hair as she slowly turned around us and approach the board next to the doorway.

Elvira: “I’m your new homeroom and etiquette teacher. Elvira Tsumi.”

She grabbed a peice of chalk and started writing.

Elvira Tsumi, 22, etiquette professor…

Suddenly a hard cover book flew through the room. Gerald was pissed of that she was ignoring her and mad a rash decision.

When everyone noticed it was too late and they were too shocked to warn her.

Just when it was centimeters from her face her reflexes reacted. She turned around and grabbed the book with one hand, her expression never changed.

With smile on her face she looked at the class and said “oh? What’s this? The class material! Someone’s excited. But you should probably refrain from throwing stuff indoors…and try out for baseball! I’m surprised one of you could throw this so far!”

She opened the book and began flipping the pages, looking to see where they left off. After all, it was as mid way through the school year and this was a unique courses.

She heard a quiet and shy voice, “ Mrs.Tsumi? How come you’re so calm? Shouldn’t you be angry at us?” Her large peridot eyes that took up half her face looked so innocent. She tilted her head and looked at Elvira in confusion. Her hair was the same shade of brown Tsumi had dyed hers.

Her name was Emma, the 5th generation of a Japanese style antique store. It was well known and antique costed a lot of money so she had made it into the academy. But unlike many others she lived simply and wasn’t as outgoing.

She always keep her head down and stayed quiet.

Everyone was shocked and stared at her. Shehe was clueless to as if she said something wrong and simply sat there curious.

Tsumi stared blankly att her for a few seconds before laughing her as off and quickly pulling her together.

It was surprising how quickly she could change emotions. And it was even more interesting to observe. Like a one man show but with the plot line all over the place.

She finally spoke. “Listen closely this is your first lesson!” Her large doe eyes turned shrewd and sharp like blades, an inexplicable darkness appeared in her eyes. “Social events are a war between hypocrites.” She stated “To survive in it you need to learn who to be stronger than the enemy. Put a smile up to your ears and then talk shit about them to their face. They won’t realize it until it’s the end off the day. And if they do…they have no evidence and can’t cause a fuss.” She lowered her tone and started into the souls every student in the room as she slowly said “The.Best.Defense.Is.Offense.”

Everyone was stunned for a second, when they snapped out of it some stubborn and arrogant kids didn’t want to accept advice from some middle class commoner who go neverer steped foot into a ball.

Angry, a kid sitting to the left of the center of the room shouted.”What could you know?! You’re poor!

She smiled. She wore the oldest simplest clothes she could find forest this exact reason.

She grabbed her phone from the left back pocket of her jeans. She calmly scrolled through her phone until she found the bank account card with the money she made as a model.

It was the lowest balance on all her cards. But knowing that they’d probably freak out so she didn’t say anything.

Her phone was the latest model that would be coming out in 2 weeks. They had all tried so hard to get and failed. It cost 4 thousand dollars, how could she already have it?! Not to mention she looked so calm and used to the model when she used it.

Suddenly she flipped her phone around.

Card balance: $30,000,000,000

€15,000,000,000

¥ 230,000,000,000,000

In total she had over $200,000,000,000 in 3 different currencies. Everyone dropped their jaws, they couldn’t believe it!

After watching them stare at her in awe she spoke. “ Never judge or disrespect someone. If you don’t know who they are or who’s backing them…assume they can destroy your career.”

With that the bell rang and it was time for their language classes. English, Spanish, French, Mandarin, Korean and Italian. They took turns learning each language, rotating once a month.

Elvira swiftly exited the classroom and headed to her office to plan the next lesson.

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