'My new school is Hunter Boarding School? You have to be joking. I don't have any qualifications whatsoever. I'll never, and I mean NEVER be as good as those elites.' I stared at my stepbrother in frustration, wondering what could have happened to that perfect brain of his. You have a Ph. D in Law and Engineering for heaven's sake! Use that ever-growing brain of yours to think, just for one second, how I am ever going to step foot in that school! I wanted to yell at him, to make him see sense, but I knew he wasn't going to budge. Whenever he said 'The decision is final' he would never budge.

'Saber, you underestimate yourself. You have the capabilities of being in their classes for fourteen-year-olds, and you're only eleven. Even if I did not help you, you would have been able to pass the entrance exam without any problems. You are going to Hunter Boarding School, and the decision is final.' There it was again. Now I knew he really wouldn't budge. Being his stepsister is so frustrating sometimes.

I think I should tell you a little about my past, just to allow you to understand our relationship. My mother was a prostitute who married his father for money. I think I was four and he was seventeen when that happened. The church they were conducting the wedding in blew up and everyone died except us. You could say I saved his life by dragging him to the garden (I was bored). Thank you, four-year-old hyperactivity for saving our lives. Anyway, he inherited the dying family business, revived it with his incredible brain, blah blah blah and here we are now. He's a multi-millionaire, I'm his… apprentice. Well, that's what he calls it. Alright then, that should be enough for now.

Now, about why I'm so against going to Hunter Boarding School. Out of all the boarding schools my stepbrother has decided to ship me off to, this one is the most prestigious. It's probably the only school I've ever heard of to refuse admission to rich kids, and it can afford to, because it takes in more geniuses than most schools could ever dream of. Only the elite are admitted. The rest are tossed aside like trash. It doesn't stop once you are admitted though, it only gets worse. It's like Charles Darwin's theory of evolution- Only the strongest will survive. That theory manifests itself in the school, and I don't want to be crushed. I'm such a coward.

I opened my closet and heaved a sigh that was most definitely not of relief. I was heading there the day after tomorrow, and I still hadn't packed. Procrastination is one of your greatest weaknesses, my stepbrother always said. I heaved another not-of-relief sigh and started packing.

Just for fun, here's the list of what I'm supposed to bring.
Five white shirts (Uniform)
Five black skirts (Uniform)
One black blazer with emblazoned school crest (Uniform)
One dark red tie (Uniform)
Five P.E. shirts
Five P.E. shorts
Ten pairs of white socks
One pair of black shoes
One pair of shoes for P.E.
A pair of shoes for casual wear (Optional)
Clothes for casual wear
Sleepwear of your choice
A hat
Toiletries (Please note that you will be expected to share a room with others)
All schoolbooks

This is what I'm bringing in addition.
Underwear (Why is this not on the list of required items?)
A couple of books (I hope they have a good library)
My teddy (Please don't judge me)
A dagger (I'm not old enough for a gun yet)
Stationery (Again, why isn't it on the list?)