No Fangs, Just a Crush

Right now I'm standing in front of one of the well-known schools in our town. My eyes are fixed on the massive main gate with the name St. Verena carved across it. There are three kinds of students in this place. First are the commoners, which by the way are called scholars, second are the rich kids referred to as the middle class, and last are the people you seriously don't want to pick a fight with, the Elites. Sadly for me, I'm one of the commoners. This is a private school for girls, and only rich ones get to enroll. The academy is run by several elite clans, and for a commoner, the sole way to attend this place is when someone sponsors you. Meaning, only the Elites and the rich kids can do that. Each year, they let 100 Grade 10 graduates and 50 transfer students from Grades 11 to 12 apply. There will be panels where the elite and rich students choose the 100 girls they'll sponsor. If luck is on your side and you get chosen, your future is set since your tuition until college gets covered, plus a monthly allowance. I always end up smiling whenever I remember why I was picked and how I became one of the elites' favorites. Two weeks ago. I'm at the gate, about to sign up for the student selection for those who want to study in St. Verena Academy for Girls. So many students are here hoping to register and get picked. Mom used to tell me that studying here is every girl's and every parent's dream, but I never felt that way. I'm smart enough to get into whatever public school I want. I'm also sure I can find work after college, and the only reason I'm even here now is because mom begged me to go apply. school? Duh, I don't want to deal with spoiled brats, they're such a pain in the ass," I complained, annoyed. "It's for your future! I know you're smart, but if you finish school there your future is secure. You know I can't cover your schooling, so do this for both of us. Please just go register, and if you get chosen I'll be happy, but if you don't, then enroll in whatever public school you want." I always lose the argument once she starts being dramatic. I was lazily chewing gum while walking when a scream reached my ears. I quickly ran toward where the noise was coming from and found a really cute girl sobbing and screaming together, like she's about to die any second.