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Unknown University

Unknown University

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PROLOGUE Saya's POV I smiled as I stared at my sister. How a real child feels because I just adopted this house. My parents had never had a child, so they adopted me from the house, at first it was fun but after six years my sister and their real children had been together. Then I didn't need them anymore. I saw mom approach her and hug her next to dad, my tears flowed as I watched the happy family, I remembered that when I was not there Jenna was not there yet I want my parent to see me as there daughter too. I also had their children but they should never bring me back to the footsteps. My parents are a famous scientist because they are good. So I want to be a scientist when I college because I want to be as good as they are. Last night Dad talked to me that he would move me to school so I could understand because Jenna couldn't be with us at the same school. I wiped away my tears and then left the house when I was leaving the school I was going to, my parents didn't take me without saying goodbye because they were busy with Jenna. So our driver was the only one who brought it. We left the air and then put on my glass, I looked out the window and stopped myself from crying because I would come back after I graduated. We entered a forest I never asked where we were going. We had two hours in the jungle and when we got to our destination my forehead turned around and looked at the big gate that looked old because it was two and climbed. When I got out of the car I stared at the gate with an unknown university written. I blinked what would this mean that this unknown? And I didn't know that this was a university because maybe he was hidden so he wasn't exposed to the public. After the driver lowered my belongings he immediately left. I saw a man at the gate with my forehead twitching because he was a little older and maybe he was the bodyguard here. But why isn't he wearing a uniform? I shook my head and then wondered why it looked like that, with my belongings I approached her and asked. "Excuse me please" It looked so surprised that my left eye was blind, I blinked. "It's here" we looked at a woman, she opened the gate and then went out. She approached with a smile. "I'm Tara I'm the principal of this school. Are you Saya Javier the new student?" He said he looked at me from head to toe with his forehead but he still smiled. If only he wasn't good at thinking about his creepy because of his reaction. "Yes po ma'am" "Good. Go inside and find your dorm here" he gave me an envelope I accepted. "Welcome to the university at first we see the things you see inside but when you get used to it because of this" he said smiling. "Thank you" "Well, if there was no question I was leaving because I had a good luck" he said and two men came with a car and he got there, I went to the gate and when I came in I was surprised when it closed. My school dam is different from this school because it looks old and it's a bit scary. Did they take me to school or to the mental hospital. I opened the envelope and took the paper in it. Javier Class-A 4rth Year High School Dorm number 102. I started walking for three minutes before getting to school, I blinked because the building was old and could not be painted properly without the weeds here. I looked at the students with the beauty of their black top and skirt uniform to the bottom of the knee and had a red ribbon in their top uniform. And long socks. My forehead twitched because I noticed the strange looks of the students because you thought they would eat me. Because maybe I was new or wrong with my cup of cups and I wasn't in uniform. I'm just coming. I'm not afraid of their sharp eyes don't know why because maybe it's not deadly. I let them go and kept walking to my dorm, when I arrived there I knocked first because I was with no one who answered so he opened it and went in, when I came in it was just a man and I saw the key I'm in bed if I'm the only one here The key included my uniform and it seemed to be right in my size and I lowered my side to the side. I took what I wrote and read. 'When I see it you get dressed right away and come in' I immediately got dressed when I saw a bag there that looked like I was using it, so I was using it so I couldn't remember. He ran to the chool when I got to the 3rd floor because my room was there. I was so tired of running. When I got upstairs, the students hurried to get in and left and then when I lost my strength I searched for my room. I was so close to the rilies because I felt weak because maybe I was running so I sat down next to rest. "What are you doing here?" Asked a man's voice I looked back and a man saw me in a poker face and his sharp gaze was scary he would kill me. "I'm sorry I was looking for my room I was tired when I was running out of my dorm before I was here I didn't think I was going to stop right away." I got up and fixed my uniform, I was surprised by the next time

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