Of all the schools she could get into, it had to be a mafia school. How? How was something like that even possible? Did the universe have something against her? With everything that had happened, that sounded more credible than just coincidence. Ellen sighed. She had managed to chance the topic of their conversation by saying that she was just from a small unknown family. When she asked, Tiffany had said the school was officially a normal school, but a lot of the kids were connected to the mafia. From the way Tiffany talked about it, the Cavallone family must've been an important family.
Once she knew it was a mafia school, Ellen noticed that it was actually quite obvious. It stood in the school rules that students were not allowed to carry weapons unless they were provided by the school. A lot of students were wearing expensive brand clothes that normal high school students shouldn't be able to afford. And most of all: the topic of their conversations. How didn't she notice that before? Heck, all the students talked about were their mafia families! All of them tried to convince everyone their family was much more important and so on.
Weeks had gone by since that day, and Ellen had gotten used to life on the campus. No one seemed to suspect that she had no connection with the mafia. The reason she kept it a secret was because the few students who were not mafia related (yet) were being picked on by the others. Even the ones from (according to Ellen's guessing) weak or small families were having it better than the ones without.
The lessons were the same as those from her old school most of the time. Ellen had chosen Italian and German as the languages she would study. She also had math, geography, biology, economics, history and physics. The other lessons were all mafia related. They existed out of weapon use, moving around in a battle field, tactics, extreme physical education, mafia history, bribing and threatening, etc. At least she wasn't going to live a boring school life for sure…
She quickly became good friends with Tiffany, and just as quick she built up quite the rivalry between her and Carla, the girl with orange hair. She did everything to make Ellen miserable, from cutting in front of her at dinner to sabotaging her during physical education. Physical education was the only class all the girls from a single year had together. Else they were divided into classes randomly. Tiffany, Ellen and Carla were all in their next-to-last year of school, but they were in different classes.
But of all the things that had happened, the thing that surprised her the most was the identity of the ones who escorted her to the school. When she was looking through the year book from a few years ago (because of a prank of Carla during physical ed. Ellen had detention in the library during lunch break and she found the book there) she saw the silver haired guy who had escorted her to school! When she did some research on it later it turned out he actually belonged to the Vongola independent assassination group called Varia. She also discovered the blond haired boy was also a member and that both of them were officers. Why was she escorted to school by those guys?
While she was pondering over it, the library lady walked towards her. 'I presume you are Miss Ellen Hander?' 'Y… Yes?' Ellen looked up. 'My name is Fiona Hawke, but you will address me as Miss Hawk.' Ellen nodded obediently. Miss Hawke had the same threatening aura as the home room teacher from her last school, and out of personal experience she knew you shouldn't disobey people like that. Miss Hawke continued; ignoring Ellen's scared expression. 'I do not intend you to just sit here until time is up, understood? So instead you will make yourself useful. You will put all the misplaced books in the library where they belong, and no slacking of! Have I made myself clear?' 'Yes Miss!'
Ellen cried mentally. Just when she thought she was finally freed from her home room teacher, she ended up meeting someone just like her. But even so, it also made her feel more at home. She had actually missed her old life and family, but Miss Hawke made her feel they might not be so far of as they seemed, even though there was a whole sea between them.
'Miss Hawke?' 'What?' 'I'm done.' 'Very well, since another job would be too cruel, you can just take a book and read a bit, but make sure to put it back in the right spot.' Miss Hawke added, throwing in a threatening glare. Ellen smiled. Just like her last home room teacher, Miss Hawke was strict, but not unfair.
'Miss Hawke, can you answer a question for me please?' 'What is it?' 'I was wondering; has it ever happened that students got different goals to pass school than others?' 'Yes, occasionally. Why do you ask?' 'I heard a student talking about it earlier this day and I got curious.' Ellen lied. 'When does something like this happen?' 'Sometimes it's because they didn't pass the entrance test and they got a second change by getting good points on their bad subjects.'
'Is that all?' Ellen knew that wasn't it. She got 91% on that form and she had a stomach to prove it. 'Well, sometimes students get picked to work for mafia families who pay their study costs. It works a bit like a scholarship.' Before Miss Hawke could explain anything else, the bell rung signalling the lessons were going to start. 'Oh, time's up. Now hurry to your next class.'
Ellen sighed once she exited the library. She knew everything she needed to know. She only had one question left: why the hell did an independent assassination squad from an important mafia family want to recruit her? It was going to be one hell of a school year, that much was sure.
