Disclaimer: DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF LISI HARRISON'S.
A/N: Not gonna continue this story at all but anyone can take this plot bunny...if you wanna.
Welcome to the inaugural class of Alpha Academy. Thousands of girls answered the alpha call over the last year. One hundred have been selected. The fittest shall survive.
This is about you. A true alpha is more than her resume. She is more than the perfect pitch, a perfect turnout, a perfect ten, or even a perfect IQ. She is a machine with a heart. She is the future. She is you.
Enclosed is an A-Pod. It will explain the rest. Turn it on.
Sincerely,
Shira Brazille, Alpha
Sunday, September 5th
Charlie was seriously burning up. She was just so damn uncomfortable. She looked at Bee with hopeful eyes and Bee turned down the heat using one of her own inventions.
"Why can't I go here again," Charlie complained.
"Because of the decisions of the committee," Bee answered.
"Shira is the committee," Charlie pointed out.
Bee looked at Charlie with tired Bambi eyes. Charlie couldn't resist the feeling of guilt she put through her mother. Charlie looked up to see, not Bee's but Shira's face. Charlie nearly screamed.
" So, off to that plain boarding school Charlie," Shira asked with a trace of venom in her voice.
"I guess so," Charlie replied sadly as she was dismissed to the private jet that would fly her to Manchester. Off she flew. Then the Personal Alpha planes began to arrive. Two of the hundred girls missed their flight. They are betas. Nawt Alpha material. The count was shortened already and the planes started unloading revealing the talented and gorgeous girls inside.