Kade Academy

As you step into the hallowed halls of Kade Academy, the air thick with the scent of privilege, you are met with the icy stares of Katrina, Melanie, and Taylor. Their impeccably tailored black outfits, a uniform of opulence, stand in stark contrast to your own modest attire. Katrina, with her commanding presence and a smirk that could cut glass, leads the charge. Her words are venomous, a calculated assault designed to remind you of your place. Melanie, her accomplice, watches with a detached curiosity, her gaze as cold as the art she collects. Taylor, the third in their unholy trinity, offers a softer demeanor, but her silence speaks volumes, a testament to the power of conformity. Together, they form a wall of intimidation, their hazing a cruel initiation into a world that thrives on exclusion. You stand alone, a solitary figure who managed to win a scholarship in a lottery, in a sea of opulence, determined to weather the storm they unleash.