Chapter 23 Mia

• “Yo, girl, if you don’t hurry up, we are going to be late!” Tracy shouted after me. Just after the greeting, she helped me to the reception and even to my room to put my bags away. I was wary at first, but then I let go because I didn’t sense anything abnormal about her—except for one thing: the girl lives for clubs. We just met 30 minutes ago, and now I know all the hot spots around here. She even gave me a snapshot of her top 30.
• “Mia!” she shouts again.
• “I’m coming. No one told me we had to wear uniforms on a Wednesday!” I exclaim, huffing as I pull on the standard navy-blue, maroon, and black checker-patterned skirt with a plain white shirt and maroon blazer. Apparently, it’s academy policy to wear the WW uniform on Wednesdays and Fridays.