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much more to see, of course. The student president for first years will show you the rest. I suppose we should get some breakfast in you and introduce you to the student body. Follow me to the dining hall.”
    What he showed me was only the tip of the iceberg? Even with a personal assistant, how do they expect me to get from place to place in a decent amount of time? I hope they offer bikes or scooters for transportation.

BREAKFAST

    T he four of us stand in front of a set of double doors. They lead into the dining hall, where the entire student body resides, having breakfast. From what Perlow told me while walking up here, at least a thousand boys attend the school. He said he would need to check the paperwork for an exact number. Next to each of the doors stands a male servant, neither of the guys isthe one with different colored eyes.
    I wonder what the hall will look like. I can’t help but picture the Great Hall in Harry Potter . I doubt that though. Doesn’t seem like it would be their style. “Ready, Miss Clementine?”
    “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
    Perlow nods to the servants; they bow and open the doors. Perlow leads us into the hall. Triton follows not far behind. The glamour of a five-star restaurant meets me. Only one word comes to mind to describe it: elegant.
    Several crystal chandeliers hang down from an off cream-colored ceiling. The walls—a brilliant red with gold painted vines of ivy scaling it—sparkle from the crystal hanging off the lights. The ivy appears so real as if I could reach out and pluck one of the gold leaves. Above each pointed vine hangs a portrait of an old man with a stern face. I come to the last one; it’s of Perlow. He has to be the youngest one of the group.
    Iron, spiral stairs lead up to a balcony. Placed around the room are a few hundred tables covered with white cloths. Each one has five plush, black dining chairs.
    On each chair, a boy sits. Some of them look my age; others look like they could be around their early twenties.
    Once the doors opened they all went silent. Their gazes piercing me with their curiosity and some with indifference. It’s hard trying to keep myself from appearing nervous, but hopefully I’m doing a good job.
    “Good morning gentlemen. May I introduce you all to Miss Clementine. You have all been briefed on the rules. You know the punishment for breaking them. Please treat her with respect. Now, where is Horace King?”
    “Up here, sir.”
    I stare up at the balcony. A boy looks down at us. He has short brown hair with bangs that almost hang in his eyes. He wears a pair of silver wire-rimmed glasses. I can’t see the color of his eyes.
    “Oh, good! Since you are the president for the first years, it will be your job to show her the rest of the school along with how we get around with ease. First, however, why don’t you show her a seat, so she can order herself some breakfast? Mr. Lennox, you can join them and also be her tour guide since you two already know each other.”
    “Sir, I rather not,” Triton says. He runs his hand through his hair as he looks up at the boy named Horace. The tension between them runs thick. I shift myself from foot to foot. I don’t want to be stuck with two guys who have issues with each other.
    Perlow glances back at Triton. “I wasn’t asking if you wanted to do it.”
    Triton watches his feet shimmy back and forth. “Of course, sir. I’d be more than happy to help King show her around.”
    “Good.” Perlow turns on his heel and faces the entrance to the dining hall. “Roseman and I have work to attend to, so this is where we will leave you, Miss Clementine. Have a nice day.”
    “Wait, Mr. Perlow. You said you’d set up a meeting with me, so we can talk.”
    He walks away as he answers me, “I’ll have Jessica send you an email about it later.”
    I have a feeling that’s code for it will be awhile before I get my answers. Perhaps the boys around here have the answers.
    I look around as the