Adopted novel Chapter 17

I find a locker with the number 058 while mine is 011, checking out the locker number's arrangement, I find out they are arranged in descending order, which means I will have to keep walking.

The hallway becomes quiet with only murmuring to be heard.

"She's the one", "I love her outfit", "do you think she's like her cousins?", "We should say hi to her", "isn't that Diamond Marshall", "am going to say hi, it won't hurt if she snubs me", I hear them say distinctively, but I keep walking feeling lost and out of place.

"Hi, you are Diamond Marshall, the CEO of "Diamond", I love your product am even making use of it, I love your outfit", A girl says to me.

"You are making her uncomfortable, Mils", another girl says to the one speaking to me.

"Am Ava and this girl that never stops talking are Mila, but I call her Mils", the other girl introduces.

"Hi, am Diamond", I respond waving timidly to them.

"Oh my gosh Ava, she's shy and innocent", Mila gushes.

"You don't have to embarrass her", Ava answers.

"Don't worry, am like a mother hen. I will protect you from the vultures", Mila says to me smiling like a girl on a mission.

They don't look like your normal high school girls, even if they try to be.

Mila has long straight brunette hair with light brown highlights, she looks like a model with her slim figure and pretty face. She's putting on a black short with a silky maroon top, pairing it with black Nike footwear.

While Ava has long curly black hair, with her perfect figure coming out proudly in her outfit, she's putting on a blue short with a painted patterned white top, pairing it with a blue Nike boot.

They both look familiar but I can't remember, where I met them.

"You both look familiar", I say to them.

"Was expecting that, am the Ava Friedrich and Mils is Mila Lopez", Ava answers.

Looking at them in shock, these aren't just celebrity kids, they are celebrities themselves.

Ava Friedrich is an art guru, she makes the best painting I have come across, her gallery holds the best painting in New York and she has been given lots of merits since she was 8 years old.

Her father is a German business tycoon and her mother is an American author, having the best seller books. She's mixed.

Mila Lopez, younger sister of Rafael Miller, she's Victoria's Secret model, the tenth highest-paid model in the states, working for top brands. She has been in the industry since she was four years old.

Her father is a Spanish surgeon, who also invest in building his hospitals around the world and it's the very best for all kind of royalty. Her mother is an English woman, she's a top chef with lots of cookbooks to be proud of.

Her elder brother is the definition of perfection, he's an actor and has to be in the industry since he was six.

"I can't believe it, I have your artwork in my house, my mom talks about it every time", I tell Ava.

"Do you hear that Mils, my art piece is in the Marshall's resident, I think am going to faint", She says, holding her head dramatically.

"It's not that huge, my dad is an art collector but he collects only the best", I tell her.

"You mean, your father bought some of my pieces, I so going to post this on Twitter", She replies.

"What's special about that, he loves it, he buys it", I say to her.

"The great Liam Marshall bought my pieces and you are telling me not to freak out", She screams.

Ava opens the door and we walked in.

Huge king-sized bedsits in between the room, with a Versace duvet on it, lots of pillows on the bed, three black cushions with a pillow on each, a plasma TV is mounted on the wall, a small snack shelf, and a portable refrigerator, bookshelves with numbers on it, with a door leading to the toilet.

"Welcome to your locker", Mila says to me.

"What wasn't expecting this", I tell her.

"I know right, I had the same expression when I saw it, the senior Elite locker room is bigger and better than this", Mila says.

"I always knew our locker mate will be another best friend", Ava says.

Walking towards my bookshelf, it was empty.

"You have to get your books from the principal", Mila says.

"Elite homeroom is on the top floor but we don't have homeroom today, so you can run to the office for your books, you will meet us here when you get back", Ava tells me.

"We will show you to your classes, what subjects are you offering?", Mila asks.

"Math in room 035, literature in room 038, fashion in room 030, history in room 034, English in room 033 and gym", I tell her reading from my schedule paper.

"You have math and gym with me, literature and fashion with Mila", Ava says checking my schedule.

I walked out of the locker room, making my way back to the admission building.