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[Story Update] A.I.M. High!

Boy, I am so stupid. When I was fixing this place last night, I’ve been wondering why there were male stuffs everywhere I looked. But it never occurred to me that this place would actually belong to a guy. Miranda looked groggily at her worn out reflection on the bathroom mirror the next morning. As expected, she was not able to sleep a wink. She knew she was excited about her first day at AIM High but adding to that was her constant alertness to the person sleeping next to her. A level below to be exact. And speaking of him, he seemed to be still enjoying his sleep up to this hour.

Better sleep early. School starts at eight. Ranleigh’s words echoed in her mind. Look who’s talking. She thought angrily as she looked at her watch. It was already ten minutes past seven and Ranleigh appeared to have no plan on attending the first day. I wonder if I should wake him up… She put on a pair of thick spectacles, which cleared her view of herself on the mirror, just as Ranleigh came barging into the bathroom, his eyes half-open.

“What’s with the glasses?!” he demanded at his entrance as he stared at her surprised expression, his eyebrows furrowing in what seemed like annoyance.

Noticing the unjustified irritation painted all over his face, Miranda could not help but feel annoyed herself as well. What’s he doing yelling first thing in the morning? What an annoying habit…so noisy. Clenching her fists, she decided it was no good pretending to be nice to him when deep down, he was really getting on her nerves. Actually, the cause of her aggravation was last night’s unforgivable incident wherein Ranleigh had accidentally walked into her while she was changing. The mere thought of it already infuriated her. Then, she crossed her arms in front of her haughtily. “It doesn’t concern you so butt out.”

“Then, get out of here and let me take my bath in peace.” He answered arrogantly, closing the door behind and locking both of them in.

“Like I’d want to watch you take a bath.” She retorted but wanted to take back everything she had just blurted as soon as the words were out, especially when she saw Ranleigh raise his eyebrow at her as if daring her to do just that. So to compensate for her humiliation, perhaps an equally arrogant bellow would do. “Well, step aside! You’re blocking my way out.” she snapped behind gritted teeth, but Ranleigh just remained at his position by the door.

“Then, use the other door, you idiot.” Ranleigh grumbled as he knocked her quite hardly on the head with his knuckles, which almost made her go out of balance since she was not expecting it. This time, it definitely blew her up.

“What the hell did you do that for, huh?!” Rage was evident in her eyes. Hitting me for no reason at all, that’s just too much!

“Oh, um…” Ranleigh, himself, was taken aback with his own act since he did not really intend it to be that forceful. Sorry…

“I’ve had enough!” Unable to control her temper anymore, she turned on her heel and exited through the other door, just like Ranleigh had told her to.

[Page 1] A.I.M. High!

“It’s just the mailman, Dad!” Miranda yelled as she went back inside the house after receiving the mail. Slowing down her pace, she browsed through the pile of envelopes of various sizes and colors, most of which were newsletters and subscription invites from international science journals. “Hey, Dad! You’ve got another one from Foss Finds. It looks like a ‘Thank You’ letter this time.” She seemed not the least interested as she shot a fleeting look at the emblem of the Research Institute embossed on the flap of the packet. Immediately, she moved it to the bottom of the heap as she went on browsing. In a little while, she came upon a plain but professional-looking envelope that instantly aroused her interest. As she had expected, the mail was addressed to her. With trembling hands and her heart pounding, she tore it open and read it right away. The letter read: