In that case, Why don’t they pull your ponytail as well? Violet wanted to retort but managed to calm herself.
Although If the principal was managing such “wild beasts” in this school, Violet bet they’ve pulled her ponytails so many times.
“I’ll have Mary come over. She would take you to the infirmary to get the injury sorted. Class is almost over for the day, so you can resume tomorrow,” Principal Jameson said, walking over to her desk and picking up the telephone, made a call to the so-called mary.
Violet stood awkwardly, unsure whether to sit as the principal hadn’t yet invited her to. She did her best to ignore the conversation the woman was having on the phone, her eyes wandering around the room instead, absorbing the elegant d?cor.
Moments later, the call ended, and Principal Jameson’s attention shifted back.
“You can sit, Violet. Your student guide will be here shortly.” She gestured toward the chair across from her desk.
Violet hesitated before sitting down, her posture tense as she faced the principal, who radiated an air of formality and professionalism.
“I understand that things here are quite different from your previous school,” the principal began.
“Definitely,” Violet responded, her tone carrying a noticeable edge of bitterness, still fuming over the earlier assault and the principal’s apparent inaction. What Violet didn’t realize yet was that Principal Jameson, like everyone else in the academy, was just a puppet dancing to the strings of a hidden puppet master.
If Principal Jameson noticed Violet’s tone, she didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, she continued, “The term began on September fifth, and you’re nearly two weeks behind. However, after reviewing your records, it’s clear you’re a bright student, so I have no doubt you’ll catch up with the curriculum. Unlike other institutions, Lunaris Academy doesn’t just produce efficient students, it ensures they leave with a well-rounded future by the time they graduate.”
“Yep, through your matchmaking skills,” Violet quipped inwardly.
“At the same time, Lunaris Academy thrives on excellence and discipline. Your student guide should have been the one to tell you this but since she’s not here yet I’ll break it down for you. This might not have been practiced in your formal school but we run a point system here.”
Violet’s brow raised, hinting at her curiosity.
“As you may already know, many of our recent graduates go on to become key figures in our society, particularly human females who are paired with powerful werewolf mates. The relationships that begin within these walls frequently lead to marriage, as seen in the case of the Werewolf King and his human queen, along with other prominent alphas who have followed his example. To foster the best possible matches, each student is ranked within their year and assigned a point tally, reflecting their overall performance and compatibility.”
Principal Jameson’s eyes were fixed on Violet, and when she was sure Violet was paying close attention, she continued, “Points are earned through academic achievement, leadership in extracurriculars, and contributions to both school and community life. There’s also a popularity ranking, which, in some cases, can affect your overall point tally. You’ll learn more about that as you get to know your peers. However, any behavior that falls below the high standards of Lunaris Academy will result in point deductions. And teachers have full authority to award or revoke points at their discretion, so tread carefully-“
Violet raised her hand abruptly, cutting the woman off.
“What is it, Violet? Are you confused about something?” Principal Jameson’s voice was noticeably strained, clearly not used to being interrupted. This was someone who liked to maintain control.
Violet, bold as ever, asked, ” So I’m curious, would Griffin Hale lose points for assaulting me? And how many points exactly will be deducted?”
The question took Principal Jameson by surprise. Her expression faltered for a moment before she regained composure, clearing her throat. “Miss Purple, you’re currently at the bottom of the rankings, so you should be more concerned with improving-“
“How many points?” Violet pressed, her voice sweet but with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Or is it that you never intended to punish him at all? Surely Lunaris doesn’t endorse assault, right? That wouldn’t be good for the school’s reputation.”
Violet knew that she was pushing her luck here and from the way the woman’s face had darkened, she might have made an enemy out of her.
“Five hundred points. Griffin Hale will lose five hundred points for the incident. Is that satisfactory?”
Violet frowned slightly. She wasn’t sure what the value of five hundred points meant, but it sounded significant enough.
“Yes, that works for me,” she replied, though the tension between them had thickened to the point of suffocating.
Just then, Mary, her student guide, arrived-perfect timing.
“I’m here, Principal Jameson,” Mary announced, as Violet quickly stood, eager to leave.
After a brief exchange between the two, it was time to go. But before Violet could step out the door, Principal Jameson’s voice rang out again, “Violet Purple.”
Violet turned, meeting the woman’s gaze without flinching.
“Good luck,” Principal Jameson said, her words carrying an ominous weight. “You’ll need it out there.”
Violet swallowed hard. The warning hung heavy in the air, and she knew, deep down, there was truth in those words.
Her assigned guide, Mary, was a tall and elegant blonde with an air of nobility that suggested she’d never had to lift a finger in her entire life. It wasn’t surprising though, Lunaris Academy catered to the rich and elite humans after all.
People like Violet were only “privileged” to be here – so she’s been reminded every step of the way. Since the moment she entered the campus, opulence surrounded her from the outside down to the inside of the academy grounds, making her feel out of place.
Yet, for someone from such a background, Mary’s humility took Violet by surprise. It wasn’t great to stereotype, but the rich often fit the mold of being arrogant, entitled, and dismissive. Mary, however, was kind, with a calm, gentle demeanor that, oddly enough, put Violet at ease.
That was saying a lot, given how much Violet trusted no one, especially in this school, where her worst assumptions had already been confirmed. Mary was a refreshing change from the students Violet had encountered so far.
“I don’t know what’s going on between you and Principal Jameson,” Mary began, her tone soft but cautionary, “but trust me, you do not want to make an enemy out of -“
“I’m not scared of Principal Jameson if that’s what you’re worried about,” Violet interrupted, her tone growing serious. “Trust me, I come from a district where the games you play here would feel like child’s play.”
Mary stopped walking abruptly, forcing Violet to halt as well. Violet saw an ugly sneer twist across the girl’s face for the first time, a darkness flickering in her eyes.
“Who said I was talking about the principal?”
She stepped closer, her tall frame nearly towering over Violet. While Violet wasn’t short, Mary had almost a head on her.
“It’s not Jameson you should be worried about. It’s them…”
While Mary didn’t elaborate on who “them” referred to, Violet didn’t need her to. There was clearly a powerful clique at the academy pulling the strings behind the scenes. Back at her old school, it had been Jasmine and her gang. Here at Lunaris, Violet could already tell Griffin Hale was one of “them,” if not their leader. She hadn’t missed the trace of fear in Principal Jameson’s eyes at the mere mention of his name.
But even that didn’t faze Violet. Back in the ghetto, Jasmine and her lackeys nearly had no limits, and Violet had dealt with them just fine. What could a group of spoiled, entitled brats throw at her that she couldn’t take?
Violet met Mary’s gaze with unwavering confidence. “I. Can. Handle. Them,” she enunciated slowly, making sure the message was clear.
For a moment, Mary stared at her in disbelief before breaking into a slow, mocking laugh. “Oh, they’re going to enjoy breaking you.”
Wait-what? Violet blinked, caught off guard. Suddenly, she wondered if her instincts about trusting Mary was right.
“I’ve seen girls like you over the years,” Mary continued, her tone almost pitying. “That fire in your eyes? It always gets extinguished. There’s a hierarchy here, Violet, and until you learn your place, that fire is going to get swallowed whole by the storm.”
The air between them thickened with tense silence, the severity of Mary’s words lingering ominously. Whatever excitement Violet had for the tour evaporated.
But instead of backing down, Violet lifted her chin defiantly. “Maybe they’ve broken others but they haven’t met me.”
Mary shook her head, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Thanks for the warning,” Violet shot back, rolling her eyes. “Now, can we get this over with? It’s getting boring.”
Mary gave Violet an incredulous look. Despite all the warnings, nothing seemed to faze her. As a guide for this semester’s new students, Mary had seen most of them lower their heads the moment they learned about the school’s hierarchy, eager to stay out of sight and avoid trouble.
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