Ok guys! I've got the second chapter here (obviously) and I tried to make it longer than the first. Thank you to all the reviewers (I really appreciate it).

And...silly me forgot to put a disclaimer! *Head smack.

So...The Selection series and all its characters belong to Kiera Cass.

1 hour in and I was already hating the mission. The plane was so cramped and the person sitting next to me was awful. He had a strong body odor and a tendency to spit whenever he said the letter 'p'. The person behind me had puked 3 times and the person in front had pushed their chair all the way back, squashing me.

I couldn't have been more thankful when the plane finally landed.

Angeles airport smelt like a new car and looked like a 5-star hotel. Though the aesthetics were great, the people were HORRIBLE.

I had to wrestle with multiple posh snobs to get a decent taxi. Then, I had to threaten the arrogant driver after he attempted to lie and charge me ten times the amount of a usual taxi fee.

Seven minutes later, I watched as the man sped off in his car, leaving me on the cobbled footpath of the Illéan Royal Academy.

As I hitched my luggage of the curb, the sound of clacking high heels appeared.

Behind a pair of elegant gold gates, stood a slim brunette with a purple pencil dress.

"Hmmmm...you must America Singer," she tutted, observing me like a pet in a pet store.

"Ummm, my last name is actually Li..."

"No No! It's Singer. Follow me," she interrupted, walking off into the school's lobby. What was it with the people in Angeles? Was it something in the water? I could imagine it right there, "IILÉAN GOVERNMENT DISCOVERS RUDENESS DISEASE IN THE WATER PIPES OF ANGELES."

I am pretty sure I know my last name.

A clap of thunder startled me from my daydream and I sighed, dragging my luggage and peeped of attitude into my living nightmare.

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The Illéan Royal Academy was gorgeous; the same cannot be said about their staff and students.

Ever since I stepped through the golden gates, I learned some very interesting things:

The gatekeeper is mean, the receptionists are mean, the students are mean, the janitor is mean and even the school Pomeranian is mean.

After five minutes, I was still following Ms. Rude brunette through the maze-like corridors.

"Where are we going?" Silence

"Umm... excuse me?" Silence

"Nod once for yes and nod twice for no" Silence

"Is it going to kill you to utter one word?" Silence

"As a new student, I must congratulate you on your excellent poker face and the school's ability to pick the rudest staff ever." She came to an abrupt stop in front of a wooden door, her face pinched and red.

"Ms. Singer, as much as I would love to continue this fascinating conversation, could you please step into my office?" she said through clenched teeth.

I narrowed my eyes at her before entering the room. I have to say; Angeles people do have quite a taste in designing. Her room was very classy, beige furniture, abstract lights, and bright, bold paintings. Similar to my room at SINGER.

Whilst I was busy admiring her room, Ms. Mean had already sat down in her swivel chair, pouring tea and plating flower biscuits.

"Ok America, I'm sorry for my rude attitude but it was the only way to remain professional," WAIT. What was going on?! Not only were the Angeles people rude... but they were bipolar as well?

"Georgia Whitaker slash Illéa, wife of your manager, August Illéa. I know all about your mission through August and I am here to help you," she kicked off her heels and propped them on her desk, "I also have all of the information you need," she threw a thick folder across the marble desk.

This was overwhelming. And unexpected.

"Huh?" Way to impress your manager's wife America! The sound that came out of my mouth reminded me of a seal. Very impressive.

Georgia laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls, "I know it's a lot to take in, but basically, I'm here as a guide. If you have any questions, feel free to come into my office anytime. You have your own dorm room; Room 476, weapons are in the walk in closet and school uniform is on your bed. Students are allowed to outside of school every weekend and the library closes at 7:30 pm. As an agent, you have access to every room in the school. It's all black and white. Easy Peasy?"

Nope. My brain was still processing the first word she had said. Anyways...

"Yeah! Gotcha! Is that all? Can I go now?" I stuttered, giving myself a mental head smack.

Georgia chuckled, stood up and opened the door, "I can tell we're going to be great friends America."

What does that mean?

I gave a weak smile before stepping out of the door, "That's great!"

She chuckled and shut the door. I was going to be fine. Just fine.

Crud...I don't even know the way back to the lobby.