So far, so good eh?

Art/Painting classes here we come!

I-eth own-eth nothing-eth but-eth Kent-eth and-eth Claire-eth.

Read-eth on-eth.


"Beautiful!" exclaimed the woman, Italian accent prominent, "Pure artistry!" The woman was the Contessa, the painting class teacher.

Otto smiled, embarrassed by the Contessa's reaction.

"The portrayal of her features is extraordinary. Her radiance was not taken away; rather you kept up with it."

"Thank you, Contessa."

"We must tell Nero about this."

Otto didn't say anything. Nero was an opposing force to the bohemians, he thought. It was a rumor that proved true. He believed the only reason he put up this school was to rid the world of its bohemians once and for all, crushing their dreams to leave only six or so bohemians free and inspired.

Kent stayed put for his painting, which took a whole hour. He still had to stay in this classroom/art gallery for his advanced painting classes. So he would maybe only catch the other forty five minutes of, ugh, singing. He hated that class, especially since he didn't have much talent in that category. He only said so in his info sheet so that it seemed like he wasn't just an emo-canvas-toting-tragic-artist person.

"I'm done, Kent, you can breathe now," he said to his subject. She sighed, relaxed.

"Dismissed, except for painting students."

Everyone exited the room to go to the auditorium which doubled as singing and acting classroom.

Otto stayed behind.

"YOU'RE NOT GETTING IT!" exclaimed Pike, who had music down to a science. He tapped the tuning fork madly on the edge of the stage.

Kent sighed. Her head was aching from all this screaming. All she wanted to do was curl up in the corner with a good book and read.

Otto ran to the auditorium, setting his backpack on a nearby seat.

He tapped Kent's shoulder.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"So what I miss?"

"Pike's rant about music being like science."

Otto's eyebrow cocked up. Kent shrugged.

"So far so good?"

"I dunno."

They breezed through class. Next was acting, so they didn't leave.

Acting was taught by Ms. Richelieu, a dramatic woman herself. The Cardinals (as Wing's group was now called) had supported their own, Laura. Otto and Kent shrugged it off.

Next came Dancing, taught by Ms. Leon, and as usual, a Cardinal member excelled. Shelby. Otto ignored it.

Then Otto had to go to Physical Education while girls went to Fashion. Turns out, Otto didn't do so badly. But Wing was all the more better. He was fine as long as he didn't fail and came back to London with a million euros.

After Phys. Ed., they all gathered in Nero's classroom for Literary Arts. Kent was especially excited about this, since she didn't have to worry.

"This class is to make you all into more proficient, understandable, and able writers. And not to mention, this will help you once you have become famous, where speeches are a given," said Nero.

They all nodded.

"This Wednesday, you all shall be introduced into the world. Your acts outside of your dorms will be watched by millions of people from around the world, to get you all used to the limelight. You will have by tomorrow, a stylist, a prep team, and a mentor from your respective countries. As for your mentors, they will teach you to get sponsors, people well-off who support you and add to your prize. At this very moment, all of you stand at zero. To get you sponsors, you may have to get some allies. Now back to the writing," said Nero.

They all wondered who would be their mentors.

The Alphas finished Literary Arts and the girls went to Phys. Ed., which was taught by Colonel Francisco, a man who seemed to hate every person in the world.

They finished, and while everyone was a buzz with conversation concerning the mentors, Otto and Kent ate lunch.

"So who do you think your mentor will be?" asked Kent.

"Someone I don't know, obviously."

"Well, who knows? Maybe it's gonna be Mr. Arkwright."

"Nah, he's too old for that."

Kent laughed. Nero's voice was heard throughout the island.

"Interviews will be held, actions will be watched, starting Wednesday."

As everyone retired to their rooms, the concern for mentors died down.

They were in for a surprise.


That's short, yeah, but I'm trying the best I can to update faster!

So wait.

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